<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018</id><updated>2011-12-02T21:01:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write a story</title><subtitle type='html'>Jiasai</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3815152061773091912?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3815152061773091912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3815152061773091912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3815152061773091912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3815152061773091912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-day-is-fine-thanks-for-asking-fellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1458722015038764697</id><published>2011-06-23T02:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T03:04:22.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想你的夜</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre id="content-349608676" class="reply-text mb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有你的日子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有多想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手那天 我看着你走远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有承诺化成了句点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;独自守在空荡的房间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱与痛在我心里纠缠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱走到了今天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是不是我太自私了一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果爱可以重来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会为你放弃一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你的夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多希望你能在我身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道你心里 还能否为我改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你的夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;求你让我再爱你一遍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让爱再回到原点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;回&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;来吧, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;你.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1458722015038764697?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1458722015038764697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1458722015038764697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1458722015038764697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1458722015038764697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='想你的夜'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7663856577857574111</id><published>2011-04-18T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:53:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patience ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7663856577857574111?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7663856577857574111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7663856577857574111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7663856577857574111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7663856577857574111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/04/patience.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7568302669140817965</id><published>2011-04-13T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:20:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" id="search"&gt;我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" id="search"&gt;也&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" id="search"&gt;想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" id="search"&gt;知道.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7568302669140817965?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7568302669140817965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7568302669140817965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7568302669140817965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7568302669140817965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1304750672598415332</id><published>2011-04-09T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:41:34.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1304750672598415332?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1304750672598415332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1304750672598415332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1304750672598415332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1304750672598415332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5924307190385580999</id><published>2011-04-08T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:37:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the second month since I left. How are you doing? I wanted to take a break to be sure of my feelings, and just after a short two months I've already known how wrong a decision it was. But its all too late now. I really miss you, but I'm too ashamed to face you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5924307190385580999?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5924307190385580999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5924307190385580999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5924307190385580999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5924307190385580999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-second-month-since-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-78789985933878480</id><published>2011-03-02T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:23:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the functions of your eyebrows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;What are the functions of your eyebrows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/gr0fOs"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-78789985933878480?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/78789985933878480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=78789985933878480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/78789985933878480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/78789985933878480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-functions-of-your-eyebrows.html' title='What are the functions of your eyebrows?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6013442378212232459</id><published>2011-02-11T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:58:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know. But I just don't have the courage to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6013442378212232459?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6013442378212232459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6013442378212232459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6013442378212232459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6013442378212232459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7200428462146984624</id><published>2010-01-16T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:57:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hi blog. This is my first post after 4 freaking months, and also the first post of 2010. I've finally decided to spend some time to blog about my life again because honestly speaking, I just miss blogger. After switching to tumblr 4 months ago, I've just been using it to check out interesting articles. This blog means alot to me. All my memories are here, and I come back once in a while to reminisce back when I was 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi blog, I miss you. Happy New Year btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7200428462146984624?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7200428462146984624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7200428462146984624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7200428462146984624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7200428462146984624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1871512832622816336</id><published>2009-09-05T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:25:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Goodbye blogger, you suck too much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Follow me @ &lt;a href="http://jiasailor.tumblr.com/"&gt; Jiasailor.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1871512832622816336?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1871512832622816336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1871512832622816336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1871512832622816336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1871512832622816336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-blogger-you-suck-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-104668227603752442</id><published>2009-08-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:21:23.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was hell of a seventeen's birthday party. My friends, they are just the best friends a guy like me could ever have. I'm not exactly a very nice guy to be with in the first place, but yet, these friends were there through thick and thin, always there whenever I need them. I am really thankful to God for letting me know these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends arrived with a box big enough to fit your mother in, and hell, I swear I was motherfuckingly touched when I opened it up. They bought me a fucking bike! The box itself was decorated with their names and mine, and just for the box itself I was already extremely touched. The bike was just gorgeous. I simply fuckingly love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't just end there, I still got a fucking awesome cue stick! The one that I've always wanted! It was just fuckingly awesome that you'll have to pardon the language. God, I have the best friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it the greatest birthday of all wasn't all those presents. It was all 28 of them coming to celebrate it with me. It has got to be the largest chalet ever, and I'm so fucking glad that they could all make it even though it was during schooling period. Despite being from very different cliques, they managed to come together in harmony to celebrate my birthday. Oh man, I gotta be the luckiest guy on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having supper @ the Lagoon on Day 1, we started on our cycling expedition from East Coast Park all the way to Changi Coast, down to Pasir Ris, then to Tampines, and to Simei, and to Bedok, and lastly back to ECP. That was at least 40km of cycling. We cycled for like 6 hours, only resting occasionally. While at Changi Village, we went for the usual Tranny hunt and explored Old Changi Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting terribly ass-fucked, it was fucking hell enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We washed ourselves awake at the pool the next morning, and the rest of the day was pretty much just slacking around. We played volleyball and touch rugby at the beach, but it wasn't long before my barbaric friends started to roughen things up, which escalated to a hardcore game of contact rugby. Ivan was practically on berserk mode and we were all laughing our asses out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had barbecue back at the chalet. The food was actually not that bad, but I was constantly irritated by very extra people that weren't even supposed to be there. My family came over, including my baby cousin. Theresha bought an Oreo Cheesecake from Bakerzin and hell was it delicious! Hmm Hmm! and thanks to all my bastard friends, my entire family was 'unofficially' introduced to my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them spent the last night sleeping, while the few of us played Dare to wake them up. It was fucking hilarious trying to wake everybody up. After that we decided to chill and drink at the beach. Kenny ended up drinking away half the bottle of Vodka which my sis bought me, which doesn't matter anyway since I'm not gonna drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresha and I took a stroll by the beach and sat by the breakwater for the sunrise. It was beautiful, definitely beautiful to spend the first day of my 17th year watching the sun rise over the horizon with my girlfriend. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-104668227603752442?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/104668227603752442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=104668227603752442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/104668227603752442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/104668227603752442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-hell-of-seventeens-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8497078858011958652</id><published>2009-07-27T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:29:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like the luckiest guy on Earth :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8497078858011958652?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8497078858011958652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8497078858011958652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8497078858011958652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8497078858011958652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-like-luckiest-guy-on-earth-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1479787826896063261</id><published>2009-07-23T17:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:10:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe Asian Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Smgz_FCna4I/AAAAAAAACd8/BVMjQMacZKQ/s1600-h/22072009217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Smgz_FCna4I/AAAAAAAACd8/BVMjQMacZKQ/s400/22072009217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361592515162499970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1479787826896063261?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1479787826896063261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1479787826896063261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1479787826896063261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1479787826896063261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Kobe Asian Tour'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Smgz_FCna4I/AAAAAAAACd8/BVMjQMacZKQ/s72-c/22072009217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-9111275349295049911</id><published>2009-07-22T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:09:12.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running low,</title><content type='html'>I swear, I will kill the guy sitting at the back of my lecture theatre. He plays a goddamn flute in the lecture hall. That's it. If I ever get into the same class as him I'll kill him or quit school(although the former will eventually force me to quit school against my will and land me in prison) Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the finals of the Volleyball Competition. Our team got into the finals, but we lost it there. At least the other 2 teams from our monday morning class got 1st &amp;amp; 2nd runner ups respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the Volleyball competition also marks the end of my S&amp;amp;W module, which means I'll can sleep longer on monday mornings. Hellyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6lEE0TI/AAAAAAAACc8/40VjwegRPRI/s1600-h/mondaymorning_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6lEE0TI/AAAAAAAACc8/40VjwegRPRI/s400/mondaymorning_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361128443952288050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6-8bnsI/AAAAAAAACdE/xZmAlo2zcsA/s1600-h/mondaymorning_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6-8bnsI/AAAAAAAACdE/xZmAlo2zcsA/s400/mondaymorning_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361128450899549890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN7YJm9yI/AAAAAAAACdM/Tw5L4-ozbp4/s1600-h/volleyballteamOne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN7YJm9yI/AAAAAAAACdM/Tw5L4-ozbp4/s400/volleyballteamOne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361128457665705762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6GyeCNI/AAAAAAAACc0/qq0zcquNwCc/s1600-h/mondaymorning_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6GyeCNI/AAAAAAAACc0/qq0zcquNwCc/s400/mondaymorning_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361128435825379538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday Morning! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-9111275349295049911?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/9111275349295049911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=9111275349295049911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/9111275349295049911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/9111275349295049911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-low.html' title='Running low,'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SmaN6lEE0TI/AAAAAAAACc8/40VjwegRPRI/s72-c/mondaymorning_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8275849624750075376</id><published>2009-07-20T22:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:01:08.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>It has been exactly 14 days since I last updated. Thats 2 weeks. I know its totally redundant for me to state the exact number of days I've not been updating, but thats what bloggers usually do ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened during the past 2 weeks(like it always does every single week) I was even on the very verge of quitting my course until my sis talked some sense into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken, I'm not backing out on that idea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. I'll have to see how well I did by the end of this semester before making this ridiculously important choice which will ultimately change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'll leave you to enjoy this award winning short film, titled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signs&lt;/span&gt;" by Patrick Hughes. Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8275849624750075376?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8275849624750075376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8275849624750075376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8275849624750075376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8275849624750075376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/07/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5357707979888643357</id><published>2009-07-06T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:04:11.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many does it take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. One student to screw it in and the rest to cheer, wave flags and banners to give him/her support.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They can study without light&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They’re too busy trying to be one of the top 5JCs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They’ll rather use all their money to employ YJC students to do it for them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a light bulb is in the first place and to demonstrate how to change the light bulb. (So how do you think they’re able to change it ACJC?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.They’ll prefer it to be darker. (Hmmmm?*raises eye-brows*)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Their physics is so bad that they made their macho teacher cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Would they even bother?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They believe in praying for it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are still using oil lamps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh, what litebarb&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many PJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Heck the light bulb lah, the principal would do something about the rightbarbs. Let’s do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many MJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are too busy trying to get promoted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many IJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are Innovians. They’ll find ways out of the dark&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: Who wrote all this&lt;br /&gt;A: A TJCian&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q: How many TJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They think they are already very bright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5357707979888643357?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5357707979888643357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5357707979888643357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5357707979888643357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5357707979888643357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-many-does-it-take.html' title='How many does it take?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3775126120888351507</id><published>2009-07-05T14:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:14:09.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to eat a cherry(I hate those) soaked in a beer jug containing not beer but a lot of other disgusting things because I lost while playing Dare.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to roll down a steep slope beside Courts and I was so dizzy I almost puked after that.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I forced myself to wake up with less than 3 hours of sleep and walked all the way to the basketball court to meet my friends but yet none of them turned up.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FML to the max&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago I got banned from fB &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas Holdem&lt;/span&gt; because I corrected some Angmoh's English and they scolded me "Chink no Tink" One random guy told me to give them some space and I did. I gave almost 20 of that and I got banned for spamming.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ban was lifted I gave Hongping 60k. Ever since that my luck has been like shit and I dropped from 600k to barely 10k. Hongping quits Holdem and I can't get back my money. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school on Monday which is &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Youth Day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ULTIMATE FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;I got a GODLIKE plot for my final LocVid Project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; GMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; Survivorman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; premiers on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; GMH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3775126120888351507?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3775126120888351507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3775126120888351507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3775126120888351507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3775126120888351507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-my-life.html' title='Fuck my life.'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8216828994844468031</id><published>2009-06-26T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:36:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers : Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkRrdPYXvwI/AAAAAAAACbY/wiahAEkhokg/s1600-h/transformers-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkRrdPYXvwI/AAAAAAAACbY/wiahAEkhokg/s400/transformers-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351520407312121602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very underrated. Despite the low ratings, this show is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Great movie. I'm too lazy to do a write up on it. Just go catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This alone was worth $4 of the total cost of the movie ticket;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkRsG1ki2wI/AAAAAAAACbg/DHNglNrdfZE/s1600-h/6a00e5536b2ba98833011570732326970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkRsG1ki2wI/AAAAAAAACbg/DHNglNrdfZE/s400/6a00e5536b2ba98833011570732326970b-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351521121938365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8216828994844468031?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8216828994844468031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8216828994844468031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8216828994844468031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8216828994844468031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/06/revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkRrdPYXvwI/AAAAAAAACbY/wiahAEkhokg/s72-c/transformers-2-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-2258793240182457412</id><published>2009-06-20T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:51:10.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close, yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Potong Pasir shooting scenes for my Locvid project earlier this morning. The weather was freaking warm and I had to work with fussy talents and under tight time constraints thanks to my good-for-nothing director. The journey there carrying the heavy tripod was already annoying enough. I got a strong feeling that we won't do very well for Locvid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate's dad owns a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porsche&lt;/span&gt;. Theres a pool in her living room. She has a toilet and a balcony in her own room. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nabei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mom's friend's daughter's wedding. Is the former sentence even grammatically correct? Seems like an awful lot of apostrophes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was an uber low budget wedding dinner held at &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Raffles Country Club&lt;/span&gt;. Guests have to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stand up&lt;/span&gt; to get food since it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buffet style&lt;/span&gt;. What the heck. And the small restaurant was shared by another wedding dinner just a partition away. I think the food was even more worse than what I got them for PLTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally enough, I bumped into one of the guys I got to know from SPGG's pool club. Although I had absolutely no interest in conversing with him, it got so boring that we actually chatted quited a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O9nahKjI/AAAAAAAACao/LgzLnFPoJvU/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O9nahKjI/AAAAAAAACao/LgzLnFPoJvU/s320/DSC03296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349448384101034546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O9anSOXI/AAAAAAAACag/djyhpttgWFg/s1600-h/DSC03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O9anSOXI/AAAAAAAACag/djyhpttgWFg/s320/DSC03292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349448380664920434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O-fJxXbI/AAAAAAAACa4/3ln2eskgEXM/s1600-h/DSC03320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O-fJxXbI/AAAAAAAACa4/3ln2eskgEXM/s320/DSC03320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349448399063178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj3EjopbC6I/AAAAAAAACbI/-i7w3qk1c74/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj3EjopbC6I/AAAAAAAACbI/-i7w3qk1c74/s200/DSC03317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349648048871639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj3EkNCaOqI/AAAAAAAACbQ/eTU8B6gJl0s/s1600-h/DSC03322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj3EkNCaOqI/AAAAAAAACbQ/eTU8B6gJl0s/s200/DSC03322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349648058640120482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O-uCiv5I/AAAAAAAACbA/-ybCpAnTEFk/s1600-h/DSC03322.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-2258793240182457412?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/2258793240182457412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=2258793240182457412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2258793240182457412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2258793240182457412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='so close, yet so far'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sj0O9nahKjI/AAAAAAAACao/LgzLnFPoJvU/s72-c/DSC03296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5167882575013279834</id><published>2009-06-19T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:48:38.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath of hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vomited like the merlion after some hardcore drinking session at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2Dawn&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Never gotten so drunk in my life before. 3 guys, 1 whole tower. I swear I'm never gonna drink so much in my life ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still having a slight hangover. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5167882575013279834?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5167882575013279834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5167882575013279834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5167882575013279834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5167882575013279834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/06/aftermath-of-hangover.html' title='The aftermath of hangover'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8519148307597847821</id><published>2009-06-18T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:29:06.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired as hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawning yesterday night at &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bottle Tree&lt;/span&gt; with a few guys from the camp. It was a short one, we fished for less than 3 hours and caught ourselves 11 prawns. My sis was kind enough to drive over and fetch us back home since it was already past midnight. We barbecued the prawns and had a hell of a prawn feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late this morning for the match against&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ACJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I ran all the way to the interchange and (luckily)managed to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresha was outside AC waiting for us, and we got in ready to fight it out. Junqing was behaving like an idiot, which is what he usually do. Anyway, the court's condition was a little disappointing. It was a match between Tingwei, Annsoon, Junqing, Boontat and me against Jingyong, his ACJC basketball team, and their coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we won their team with 5 points to spare(I think) It wasn't supposed to be this difficult though, but who cares, we still won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Holland V for breakfast and then we left the rest of the guys and headed home. After slacking for a while, I sent Sunshine to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sime Durby&lt;/span&gt; where her survey was taking place, and met Kaili, Zhimin, Alger, Jon and the rest of my seniors at 7mile for dinner and to celebrate Kaili's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to get birthday cake at Railmall Coffee Bean and then bought some drinks over to Dairy Farm. We had very little booze although Kai's house is like a booze stash and instead we ended up watching a chinese horror movie. But it was still fun though. Hanging out with my Scouting brothers is always something I enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8519148307597847821?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8519148307597847821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8519148307597847821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8519148307597847821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8519148307597847821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-as-hell.html' title='Tired as hell'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7821245294831879895</id><published>2009-06-16T01:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:58:13.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrol Leader Training Camp 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep halfway during lunch yesterday. I didn't even know how the hell did I even accomplish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTbmvRy-I/AAAAAAAACYo/yYHFxJd84mo/s1600-h/017pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTbmvRy-I/AAAAAAAACYo/yYHFxJd84mo/s400/017pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348538503687949282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;F&amp;amp;B IC&lt;/span&gt; for this year's &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLTC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;held in the new&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; BPGHS&lt;/span&gt;. On the whole, even though this was my first time in charge of F&amp;amp;B, my job was quite slack, and I have a very capable service crew assisting me. Although I have a few cock ups along the way, I met my primary objective of filling everyone's stomach, and for that I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaTFTHWGoI/AAAAAAAACYA/ShLq2yxhLxM/s1600-h/11062009124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaTFTHWGoI/AAAAAAAACYA/ShLq2yxhLxM/s400/11062009124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623326788754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT_aSwF7I/AAAAAAAACZY/JdyK8VH9png/s1600-h/052pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT_aSwF7I/AAAAAAAACZY/JdyK8VH9png/s320/052pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348539118822365106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I think I need a cigarette."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the difference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnVWaFgLJI/AAAAAAAACZo/LoSk9DBGSrc/s1600-h/099pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnVWaFgLJI/AAAAAAAACZo/LoSk9DBGSrc/s320/099pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348540613415414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I was totally disappointed with the camper's discipline to the max. No, not disappointed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;DISGUSTED&lt;/span&gt;. One could easily tell how their schools are training them simply by looking at their junior's attitude. It was so bad that it has actually shocked me to some point. I swear if they were my juniors they would have gone to hell already. They have total disregard to whoever's talking to them, not to mention most of them have absolutely zero leadership qualities at all. They were so fucking disgusting that the only way to make them realize that this was not a joke was to shout at them -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWFW5kRfI/AAAAAAAACaI/hqi5W1IkTsM/s1600-h/108pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWFW5kRfI/AAAAAAAACaI/hqi5W1IkTsM/s200/108pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348541420013897202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT_T--AWI/AAAAAAAACZg/9fXighGhpy0/s1600-h/073pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT_T--AWI/AAAAAAAACZg/9fXighGhpy0/s320/073pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348539117128778082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I WANNA GO HOME!!  T.T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was extremely pleased with my juniors. I would say they did an excellent job. A job so well done that is on par, if not better than what my batch managed to accomplish. I was so pleased to the extent that I was touched when I saw some of the things they did. Looking at them gives me this ray of hope for Condor Sea Scouts to be alive again. 2 of them actually continued my legacy of being achieving the Best Camper award which again, I was very pleased with. Their standard, compared to the other schools, were so many times more superior. It was just total pwnage man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Getting their bags dunked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWFeBteFI/AAAAAAAACaA/LihWyMCxBDA/s1600-h/040pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWFeBteFI/AAAAAAAACaA/LihWyMCxBDA/s200/040pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348541421927102546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaTiiWDRUI/AAAAAAAACYY/rjvBFo_v1co/s1600-h/12062009127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaTiiWDRUI/AAAAAAAACYY/rjvBFo_v1co/s200/12062009127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623829093172546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaTiYS0U2I/AAAAAAAACYQ/AW23XwsDklE/s1600-h/12062009128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaTiYS0U2I/AAAAAAAACYQ/AW23XwsDklE/s200/12062009128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623826395255650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT-ojf9ZI/AAAAAAAACZA/aNwL4vPwpns/s1600-h/033pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT-ojf9ZI/AAAAAAAACZA/aNwL4vPwpns/s320/033pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348539105470838162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT-5c9dAI/AAAAAAAACZI/lZCt1RMjeps/s1600-h/035pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnT-5c9dAI/AAAAAAAACZI/lZCt1RMjeps/s320/035pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348539110006813698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Am I going to fly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnVWlDORuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/4IQb3_6-B4g/s1600-h/177pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnVWlDORuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/4IQb3_6-B4g/s320/177pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348540616358643426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people reminiscing the good old times(like a decade ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnVWoOnpqI/AAAAAAAACZw/YEmpFlnaBgQ/s1600-h/173pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnVWoOnpqI/AAAAAAAACZw/YEmpFlnaBgQ/s320/173pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348540617211750050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just did I share my knowledge of being a leader in this camp, I also learnt quite a bit from the other Sirs. Most of them was just bullshit, but there was definitely many things to be learnt just by seeing how the rest of them operate. Being to this camp was quite a worthwhile experience for me, and making me more exposed to the district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I fell asleep waiting for the bus at the bus stop. I've tanked for a total of &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;80&lt;/span&gt; hours with a 3 hours nap in between. That is a new record. My previous one was around 50 hours straight. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWF9WueqI/AAAAAAAACaY/QQ8c-vdFOsg/s1600-h/242pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWF9WueqI/AAAAAAAACaY/QQ8c-vdFOsg/s200/242pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348541430336748194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWFtjXICI/AAAAAAAACaQ/tVvpamT9Oco/s1600-h/241pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnWFtjXICI/AAAAAAAACaQ/tVvpamT9Oco/s200/241pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348541426094776354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campers (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLTC '09&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTba3dZMI/AAAAAAAACYg/yp8C94aZKu8/s1600-h/016pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTba3dZMI/AAAAAAAACYg/yp8C94aZKu8/s400/016pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348538500501038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service Scouts (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLTC '08&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTcMxftUI/AAAAAAAACY4/uwIsn52U3dw/s1600-h/249pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTcMxftUI/AAAAAAAACY4/uwIsn52U3dw/s400/249pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348538513897796930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTb0Opg5I/AAAAAAAACYw/lmEQa0wbSpU/s1600-h/018pltc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTb0Opg5I/AAAAAAAACYw/lmEQa0wbSpU/s400/018pltc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348538507309187986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7821245294831879895?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7821245294831879895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7821245294831879895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7821245294831879895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7821245294831879895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/06/patrol-leader-training-camp-2009.html' title='Patrol Leader Training Camp 2009'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjnTbmvRy-I/AAAAAAAACYo/yYHFxJd84mo/s72-c/017pltc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7771749495133913345</id><published>2009-06-09T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:46:02.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If today was your last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and I celebrated our 19th monthsary with a scrumptious lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sushi Tei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Our original plan was to have buffet at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hanabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but we ended up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi Tei&lt;/span&gt; which in the end was more expensive than what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanabi&lt;/span&gt; would have cost. But it was without a doubt, delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaH6ds2f8I/AAAAAAAACXg/CUo0sBNzGi0/s1600-h/07062009108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaH6ds2f8I/AAAAAAAACXg/CUo0sBNzGi0/s320/07062009108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347611046023954370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaIawmmxrI/AAAAAAAACXo/9H0hofJwGj0/s1600-h/07062009112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaIawmmxrI/AAAAAAAACXo/9H0hofJwGj0/s200/07062009112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347611600853845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monsters v.s. Aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after lunch, which was quite a waste of time. After all, what can you expect from Disney cartoons that isn't touching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was hell of a wild night. Zhengwen and I went over to Kenny's house at Redhill, and together we took a cab down to Harbourfront. We met Kenny's classmates at Vivo to get the tickets for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vaunt IV&lt;/span&gt; The Arrival of the Kings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no freakin' idea what the hell the event was about, but hell did it suck. Held at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St James Powerhouse&lt;/span&gt;, we queued for 2 freaking hours before finally getting in. It was fucking crowded like trying to dance in the freaking IT fair. There was hardly any footing space, not to mention the thought of even trying to dance. I even got my ass squeezed by someone. I swear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTPONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the only shot that something could actually be seen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaH6IBkeKI/AAAAAAAACXY/amYsRFi8QcY/s1600-h/08062009116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaH6IBkeKI/AAAAAAAACXY/amYsRFi8QcY/s320/08062009116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347611040205273250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got sick of squeezing through the crowd, so 12 of us took 3 separate cabs down to some random pub in Clark Quay. All the towers were out, so we got ourselves around 6 jugs of beer. This guy got himself so drunk playing Indian poker that he spent the rest of the night vomiting outside the bar. The rest of us were singing karaoke and playing pool all the way until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally crashed when I reached back home until morning when Theresha came over to visit. I gotta say, its one hell of a night man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my especially long weekend is finally over, its time to start worrying about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;. Things such as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Common Tests. I got no freaking idea what is my exam schedule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphcomm project due on friday. One huge ass project that I find extremely irritating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PLTC. I missed the ordering deadline  for the caterer because I was busy partying this weekend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explaining to my parents where all my money went.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting money to buy a new set of uniform.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh I'm so in deep shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7771749495133913345?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7771749495133913345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7771749495133913345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7771749495133913345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7771749495133913345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If today was your last day'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SjaH6ds2f8I/AAAAAAAACXg/CUo0sBNzGi0/s72-c/07062009108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6342536659376013839</id><published>2009-05-30T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:30:13.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh your ass out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiIpAH_LlOI/AAAAAAAACXQ/Z6QXjE6xevg/s1600-h/30052009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiIpAH_LlOI/AAAAAAAACXQ/Z6QXjE6xevg/s400/30052009097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341877190135616738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out at Boon mei's ('Boon mei' is just the short form of Boontat's sister. Its much easier to relate to that way) birthday barbecue yesterday. Its just a small group of us, and most of the people there were either the Boon family or Boon mei's classmates. At the end of the day I figured that we were invited over to finish the leftovers. Why do we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; get the leftovers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was still a good chance for some get together and having the usual fun and doing the usual crazy things that we usually do. I was still very sick at that time, so I was in fact tanking all the way. The worst thing was that my appetite was so bad that I couldn't even eat a single prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhengwen and I went out for pool later in the night, which we had to take a cab because we missed the goddamn last bus. To make the night worse, we were approached by two policemen for doing nothing at all and Zhengwen even got scolded for making a single comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now watch this and laugh your f-r-e-a-k-i-n' ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6342536659376013839?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6342536659376013839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6342536659376013839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6342536659376013839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6342536659376013839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_30.html' title='Laugh your ass out'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiIpAH_LlOI/AAAAAAAACXQ/Z6QXjE6xevg/s72-c/30052009097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8696145290692362284</id><published>2009-05-30T13:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:29:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick down to every single bone in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the amount of times I sneezed yesterday is equivalent or more than the total number of idiots worldwide - which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not certain how long I can keep this up anymore. Sometimes it feels as though I'm getting much better, but sometimes it just gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Hope its not H1N1* *Hope its not H1N1* *Hope its not H1N1* *Hope its not H1N1* *Hope its not H1N1* *Hope its not H1N1* *Hope its not H1N1* *Prays hard* *Fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my sister's graduation ceremony from NYP. I had a field trip to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Dot museum &lt;/span&gt;for my CATS class. Had breakfast along with my CATS classmates at Maxwell market(which I almost got bang down by a car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genius of the simple, yet creative inventions never fails to interest me. The ones that really catches my attention was the bottle thingy below. Its primary function is that of a conventional water bottle, but it is also built to slot into one another like LEGO and you can even build a house out of it. The other one is the GPS wristwatch thingy, which is an interesting concept to work on. It points you in the direction to go, but it'll certainly without a doubt make you look like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDGOYxKLTI/AAAAAAAACWQ/84nJwNSw4Co/s1600-h/25052009077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDGOYxKLTI/AAAAAAAACWQ/84nJwNSw4Co/s320/25052009077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341487108530515250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDGOvtEUDI/AAAAAAAACWY/Uwg--fPy9j8/s1600-h/25052009075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDGOvtEUDI/AAAAAAAACWY/Uwg--fPy9j8/s320/25052009075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341487114687369266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we walked across the road to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URA&lt;/span&gt;. Since all my CATS mates were more of the slacking kind, we decided to just snap a few photos and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDF6thsXcI/AAAAAAAACWA/1B8SMpXvSDM/s1600-h/25052009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDF6thsXcI/AAAAAAAACWA/1B8SMpXvSDM/s320/25052009094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486770505407938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDF7KrkH2I/AAAAAAAACWI/yGjwIbZY1a4/s1600-h/25052009095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDF7KrkH2I/AAAAAAAACWI/yGjwIbZY1a4/s320/25052009095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486778331438946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost on the way to Chinatown to meet my dad, who's fetching me to my sis's graduation ceremony, and ended up taking a long cut which left me perspiring under the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony itself was a bore. I was the photographer for the day, busily snapping away as my "more kiasu than usual mom" keeps nagging me to get a good shot of my sis. After finally getting out of the auditorium, again, I had to continue taking pictures of my sis with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDJDc4TqxI/AAAAAAAACWg/f1DcHd4AqWc/s1600-h/4166_84988101615_523936615_1926415_3401602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDJDc4TqxI/AAAAAAAACWg/f1DcHd4AqWc/s400/4166_84988101615_523936615_1926415_3401602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341490219190561554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Kenny Low after that since he was studying in NYP also. We met JC and we went to get dinner at Pasar Malam. It was hell fun playing Word Challange at Starbucks. We were practically shouting out alphabets. LULZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I was at Clarke Quay's flea market with Sunshine. We had brunch at Fishermen's Wharf opposite the Central. The food wasn't bad and the ambience was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDL3KXSIJI/AAAAAAAACWo/AlCeRtCGUoE/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDL3KXSIJI/AAAAAAAACWo/AlCeRtCGUoE/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493306596663442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea market was like a fucking battlefield. It was crowded with people - ladies, mainly, since everything sold there are for women. I got Sunshine a necklace and she got herself a pair of shoes she always wanted from Forever 21. We took a long stroll while looking for the nearest ATM. And when I say long, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really long&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went cycling at East Coast Park. There was also a flea market there, and it was so much cooler(yet hotter, in terms of the weather) than the one at Clarke Quay. It was like a gypsy kind of thing, where the shop keepers drive their car in and the boot of their cars is the shop itself. There was even this extremely cute dog with a cardboard tag on its neck saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Come to our shop!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weather was just so, so hot that I bought myself a tanktop because my shirt was drenched in perspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycled all the way to Bedok Jetty hoping to catch some strong wind over that, but all there were was a cooling breeze. Eventually we ended up sitting in the air-conditioned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Zealand Natural&lt;/span&gt; for a mug of classic Coca Cola float and a ice cream sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRtYRL1dI/AAAAAAAACWw/wMtISfGmTN0/s1600-h/24052009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRtYRL1dI/AAAAAAAACWw/wMtISfGmTN0/s200/24052009068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341499735600256466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRt8i5IcI/AAAAAAAACW4/X9FzkHOYrJw/s1600-h/24052009070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRt8i5IcI/AAAAAAAACW4/X9FzkHOYrJw/s200/24052009070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341499745338204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRuE-JILI/AAAAAAAACXA/cJclAINYBh8/s1600-h/24052009073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRuE-JILI/AAAAAAAACXA/cJclAINYBh8/s200/24052009073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341499747599982770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRunhAesI/AAAAAAAACXI/XJo9lIsUfUc/s1600-h/24052009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDRunhAesI/AAAAAAAACXI/XJo9lIsUfUc/s200/24052009072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341499756873022146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During yesterday's committee meeting(which I was informed at the last minute) I found myself being appointed as the F&amp;amp;B IC for this year's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLTC&lt;/span&gt;. I have no problems here but frankly speaking, it will be my first time handling F&amp;amp;B despite organizing numerous camps before. To top it up, it has been long since I've done any large scale events such as this. Well, I sure hope there will be a shirt for the main comm :D Which also means I'll have to go Bishan sometime soon to get a new set of uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8696145290692362284?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8696145290692362284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8696145290692362284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8696145290692362284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8696145290692362284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SiDGOYxKLTI/AAAAAAAACWQ/84nJwNSw4Co/s72-c/25052009077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-2323753535064773769</id><published>2009-05-21T10:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:25:28.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 4 hours long break, I'm gonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat breakfast,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hit the library and finish the final 3 volumes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Return of the Condor Heroes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stone???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;continue this post,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,&lt;br /&gt;Moves on, nor all thy Piety nor Wit,&lt;br /&gt;Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,&lt;br /&gt;Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. …&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-2323753535064773769?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/2323753535064773769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=2323753535064773769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2323753535064773769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2323753535064773769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-next-4-hours-long-break-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6714022996749614757</id><published>2009-05-18T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:59:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Green Cabbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a heavy downpour this afternoon. I had fun while the sun was still out in the morning though. Volleyball finally got more interesting. We had matches against each other and our team won. CATS was still a waste of time,  apparently our presentation was quite well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Boontat's birthday today. Boontat has always been one of my closest friends since primary school. We had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;New York New York&lt;/span&gt;. The meal was scrumptious. Besides our main courses, our tables were filled with side dishes ranging from Caesar salad to calamari, to onion rings, to cheese fries to infinity and beyond. We were practically making a din in the restaurant, as usual when people like Junqing is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1oPRuFdI/AAAAAAAACVY/qwFB3OvBjSo/s1600-h/18052009057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1oPRuFdI/AAAAAAAACVY/qwFB3OvBjSo/s200/18052009057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337176367566820818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1oFBIgpI/AAAAAAAACVQ/8OyXmOocmYY/s1600-h/18052009054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1oFBIgpI/AAAAAAAACVQ/8OyXmOocmYY/s200/18052009054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337176364812894866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1ntfBWEI/AAAAAAAACVA/lRVXkGsL9kY/s1600-h/18052009055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1ntfBWEI/AAAAAAAACVA/lRVXkGsL9kY/s200/18052009055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337176358495803458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1n1n6F1I/AAAAAAAACVI/8cZzFs-4S_U/s1600-h/18052009060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1n1n6F1I/AAAAAAAACVI/8cZzFs-4S_U/s200/18052009060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337176360680560466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF2X5ulNyI/AAAAAAAACVo/COrD1sMWtwk/s1600-h/18052009053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF2X5ulNyI/AAAAAAAACVo/COrD1sMWtwk/s400/18052009053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337177186416015138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a hardcore session of Dare after dinner but everybody else was just being a wet blanket since there's school tomorrow and stuff. Personally, fun comes before EVERYTHING. And when I say EVERYTHING I mean like I'd give up food or even sleep time just to have fun. Anyway, we had simple dares like sucking up ketchup from a straw and eating packets of salt and pepper. Gross stuff, I know. Thats why I'm simply addicted to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to SP tomorrow for the pool training. I can't believe that I actually paid $70 to sneak into their guild house every Tuesday and Fridays for pool. But with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Singapore's under 19 number 1 player &lt;/span&gt;trained over there, I guess there's no doubt in the effectiveness of the training. Just one session and I can already see a large improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My chest burns. Must be all that salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6714022996749614757?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6714022996749614757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6714022996749614757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6714022996749614757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6714022996749614757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-green-cabbage.html' title='Happy Birthday, Green Cabbage'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ShF1oPRuFdI/AAAAAAAACVY/qwFB3OvBjSo/s72-c/18052009057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1576982750973691074</id><published>2009-05-11T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:15:15.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeBoredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I skipped school the second time this month already. Don't be mistaken, even though its &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Vesak Day&lt;/span&gt;, Poly students still have to go school, but I gave myself a day off since Mondays are a waste of time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have Volleyball training every Monday. No, its not my CCA, I'm just taking it for my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sports and Wellness Module&lt;/span&gt;, which basically equates to P.E. lessons, however cheem they want it to sound.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CATS&lt;/span&gt;, which stands for '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creative and Applied Thinking Skills&lt;/span&gt;', and its basically teaching you how to use your fucking common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bottom line is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mondays = Waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom has officially taken over me. I was stuck in front of my computer screen for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hours &lt;/span&gt;playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bejeweled&lt;/span&gt; on FB, trying my best to beat the highscore. And while looking at those coloured pieces of jewels tumble on one another, I began to think about whats going on in my life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is just disappointingly boring. I have no conversations with my classmates, or rather, we have nothing in common at all. There isn't much improvement since the last time I blogged about it. I was even contemplating on transferring to another school. Then it strucked me that life hasn't actually gotten boring. Its merely going back to normal after how wild it was during the holidays. Now it's back to the usual routine, except that I wouldn't be looking forward to going to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mother's day. But for some reason(I totally forgot why) my mom was in a bad mood, but I couldn't be bothered with her anyway. We bought lots of good food from 7mile and went over to my Gramps' for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my sis fetched me to Jianyi's house. He invited us over for steamboat since it also happened to be his birthday. It was the first time I've ever tried a vegetarian steamboat. We played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Risk&lt;/span&gt;, but obviously it wasn't the game of choice among the clique, hence while some of them were playing DotA, we played something we could all relate to regardless of tactical abilities or intelligence, something more simple and crude but yet a whole lot more fun, something called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAHJONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to go back early to prepare for school the next day, but I ended up chatting with Boontat and Tingwei late into the night at BPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SggHCyQXovI/AAAAAAAACU4/j9OxcXBMFXo/s1600-h/10052009046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SggHCyQXovI/AAAAAAAACU4/j9OxcXBMFXo/s400/10052009046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334521503051916018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got projects to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1576982750973691074?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1576982750973691074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1576982750973691074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1576982750973691074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1576982750973691074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='BeBoredom'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SggHCyQXovI/AAAAAAAACU4/j9OxcXBMFXo/s72-c/10052009046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5330810159526575686</id><published>2009-05-05T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:27:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L e o&lt;br /&gt;July 23 - Aug 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO MAN&lt;br /&gt;He likes to comb his hair backward, open his forehead showing a dignify facial expression. His eyes is sparkle, but slightly showing laziness. He walks firmly and slowly like a lion, confident and ego proud. Outside, you may think he is kind and gentle person, but inside he is a strong and secure person. If he is frighten, he will re-act and respond right away. His words always seem normal but mostly imply "order and demanding". He will not talk fast, or can not talk fast, neither walk fast. In a crowd or at work he will act normally, but not for long you will see him standing out of the crowd and be a center of attention with his words, or his action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think he is a shy guy, but deep down inside he wants to power over his family and his friends. He just waits for that right moment. Do not take what is his, and do not order him, or else you will see a fierce lion. He respects elderly and senior, but will never bow down and accept like a looser for he will rather die than loose his dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks bluntly even on an occasion that he should not say such thing. He is a compassionate guy and always look at other people on a bright side. He likes people to listen to him. Even he has such a blunt and bold personality, he could easily reach his goal without making any enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once disagree with him on something, he can be very up set like a rainy storm on a summer day. It will only last a short time, then he will be back a cheery merry person again. He is a bright and witty guy, and he will not put any efforts on something that he thinks it will not work and waste his energy. He is a good planner and can well manage his job assigned. When he gives order, he expect them to be carry out exactly. He is the leader type&lt;br /&gt;that the followers love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can give other people advice and solve problems for other people well, except his own mess. He can be easily hurt by other people especially if you do not trust or respect his ability. You could compliment him sometimes and make this lion be your kitty with no difficulty. He is not a good judge for he listen to many people and tend to belief all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hardly see a Leo man with no woman by his side. If you see him alone, he could already have a love one in his heart, or just broken up with one. Because he is very proud, he can change many girl friends. He will do many things for the woman he loves, but loosing his face is not one of them. Leo man cannot live without love , because for him, Love is a ray of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes people to rely on him, it's make him feels "in power". He may complaint if he is asked for favor, but deep inside he is happy that you asked him. If you offer to help him , he will refuse you right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is broke , he can find money still. He is not careful with his way of spending for he has fun with spending money and happy to buy what he likes. He lets other people borrow money from him easily even if he has no money, he will run to his friend to borrow money for you. He likes first class , first quality of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can work hard like a mad dog, and sometimes can be lazy like a lazy sleepy cat. When he works, he is very serious. When he parties, he can be a party animal. If he ask you out, you will sure have a fun and jolly time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will take chance with his love life, so if you know how to handle him, you will win. If he is your love one, it won't be a romance novel. You have to be ready to calm him down when he over reacts to small matters because your cool stability will control and ease his mood. If you can not handle or understand him, your relationship will be like a demolition zone, a on and off relationship till all your friends tired to hear about your breaking up and making up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is always in the eyes of the lion. You have to be dignify to walk with the lion king. Your looks is part of his image and ego and he is very proud about it too. If you want his attention the first time you meet, you better be astounding attractive. If you have a first conversation with him, you have to show him how much you adore his thinking. He likes to talk and not knowing that he likes to talk about himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5330810159526575686?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5330810159526575686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5330810159526575686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5330810159526575686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5330810159526575686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-e-o-july-23-aug-22-leo-man-he-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3045664126213534531</id><published>2009-05-02T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:46:56.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origins</title><content type='html'>Labour Day was well spent. A large group of us went to Sentosa in the morning, although we reached there at around noon since a few of my friends are always prone to being VERY late. The beach was super crowded, but we still managed to find a fairly suitable place to settle down. The sun was scorching and it was just perfect for an even tan. As as matter of fact, the sun was so strong that walking on the concrete floor of the basketball court felt like we were walking on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went to catch &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;West Mall&lt;/span&gt; since Vivo's GV was sold out flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SfxPJ_r5eqI/AAAAAAAACUw/3pxo1lsNkyk/s1600-h/x_men_origins_wolverine06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SfxPJ_r5eqI/AAAAAAAACUw/3pxo1lsNkyk/s400/x_men_origins_wolverine06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331223092032797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to talk about for this movie. Not so much about the cinematography, but mainly on the plot and characterization. I'm not saying that it was a lousy show. I like the prologue of the movie, even though there were slight changes to the original story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, most parts of the movie was quite entertaining until the part where Kayla Silverfox was revealed to be an undercover at Stryker's facility. Putting aside the fact that Kayla's characterization from the comic was completely off, the introduction of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deadpool&lt;/span&gt; was the most disappointing part of the movie for me. I would rather they create an entire new antagonist just for the movie instead of linking it to Deadpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deadpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a.k.a Wade Wilson, is one of the more successful characters in Marvel Comics, and among many other traits, he is known for that annoying mouth of his. They sealed up his mouth, took away his mask, made him look like a freak with katannas coming out of his knuckles. For fuck's sake, how the hell can he even bend his elbows when the katannas are unsheathed? Thats a HUGE loophole right there. Oh yeah and after the climax, when he got decapitated and the optic blasts shoots out of his eyes? Comeon, he he could do that decapitated it means he can power a fucking space shuttle with unlimited energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gambit&lt;/span&gt; was good. However, Gambit had a really strong Cajun accent which the actor failed to portray dramatically enough. And since when can Gambit scale walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another huge loophole in the story, which clearly shows poor understanding of the characters comes from the scene where young Scott Summers', most commonly known as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cyclops&lt;/span&gt;, 'accidental' optic blast he released while hunted by Sabretooth .&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Although the beams have the appearance of red light (i.e., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electromagnetic_radiation" title="Electromagnetic radiation"&gt;electromagnetic radiation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; in a red wavelength), they do not heat objects but instead deliver tremendous concussive force. "&lt;/span&gt; Therefore, there was NO WAY that his optic blasts could have left a trail of fire seen in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget about the main protagonist himself? Well, I really like the way Hugh Jackman potrayed Wolverine. Its really like reading from the comics. The facial expressions were just so similar to what Wolverine would normally look like, and Jackman managed to grasp the essence of the character. However, it was still the plot that failed the movie. Wolverine spent a great amount of time living in the wild with a pack of wolves, hence there is a difference between his 'James Howlett' persona and the 'Logan' persona. In the movie, there was no point of time which he actually went feral, but maybe a little hint of that when he jumped down from the waterfall. Also he was referred to both as Logan and James in various point of the show, therefore there is this inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything before the climax was nice, but everything after that is just bullshit. I was so disgusted by how they made Wolverine lose his memories. It seems almost too easy to take him down and to this just because of a few bullets remembering his past would be so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;And it looks as if the producer just wants to put in random characters into the movie, because there was NO WAY that Blob and Emma Frost could have even existed in that era. And even if they did, Emma Frost's diamond skin was a secondary mutation, a phenomenon that didn't occurred at that time until years to come.&lt;br /&gt;The movie had potential to be much, much better, but this is as far as they go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3045664126213534531?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3045664126213534531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3045664126213534531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3045664126213534531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3045664126213534531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/05/origins.html' title='Origins'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SfxPJ_r5eqI/AAAAAAAACUw/3pxo1lsNkyk/s72-c/x_men_origins_wolverine06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3598559373406934732</id><published>2009-04-27T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:08:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass for a face</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nATIGetZ21Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nATIGetZ21Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in NP is no different from the above clip. Especially being in my course, its like having an ass for a face. Its really tough striking it out when everybody makes it a point to really stand out. I used to think I'd really enjoy the company of people who shares similar interests and have similar personality as me, but after coming to NP, I felt so smothered by people around me. Now I get it when they say its tough surviving in FMS. Looks like my perfect vision of a tertiary education wasn't so perfect afterall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3598559373406934732?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3598559373406934732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3598559373406934732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3598559373406934732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3598559373406934732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/04/ass-for-face.html' title='Ass for a face'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7850514318239315571</id><published>2009-04-20T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:20:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew paper planes for my first lecture. WITH consent from the lecturer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7850514318239315571?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7850514318239315571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7850514318239315571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7850514318239315571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7850514318239315571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-flew-paper-planes-for-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5940036369954775885</id><published>2009-04-19T22:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:11:19.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly Poly, Lick a LolyPoly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Its been long since I've updated. There's just not much time for me to sit down in front of the computer. Missed out so many things to blog about, and I totally have no recollection of what I did for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went JB with my parents sometime last week, and I'm so looking forward to go there another day. The food was super fucking cheap, and I practically took every plate of sushi off the belt and ordered many sashimi platters just for myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially met my new class on&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Induction Day&lt;/span&gt; sometime last week. Well, it wasn't that bad except that out of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 17 &lt;/span&gt;people in class, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE ARE ONLY 4 GUYS&lt;/span&gt;. Or if I put it in another way, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;. Call me lucky or unlucky, whichever that floats your boat. Hell, its gonna be difficult making friends man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; CCKSS Scouts and Guides Campfire&lt;/span&gt; was not too shabby at all. Considering their tight schedule and the amount of time spent on the preparation of the campfire, I would say I was quite pleased with the end product. For the first time in 4 years, I played the role of the audience, and I enjoyed it. Well, partly because I didn't have to be so tensed up remembering all the dance moves and worrying about making a mistake, but largely because I get to be high and let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the Scouts and the Guides did a wonderful job, and I was pretty impressed by their effort Great job guys :D &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; note the smiley face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses-oTokAaI/AAAAAAAACUo/7tMi3zMYgM4/s320/P4171126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419846481838498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8KBHL1XI/AAAAAAAACUA/mqCBNIoMEmA/s1600-h/n537284124_1699621_4854170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8KBHL1XI/AAAAAAAACUA/mqCBNIoMEmA/s320/n537284124_1699621_4854170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417127090673010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8KSvQn-I/AAAAAAAACUI/HZrdtpQN2ks/s1600-h/n537284124_1699622_7020522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8KSvQn-I/AAAAAAAACUI/HZrdtpQN2ks/s320/n537284124_1699622_7020522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417131822161890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8Kecx01I/AAAAAAAACUQ/l-JrMQZnksE/s1600-h/n537284124_1699623_3056289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8Kecx01I/AAAAAAAACUQ/l-JrMQZnksE/s320/n537284124_1699623_3056289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417134965871442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8QiAlR4I/AAAAAAAACUY/dc7j-g19c9Q/s1600-h/n537284124_1699610_6134913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses8QiAlR4I/AAAAAAAACUY/dc7j-g19c9Q/s400/n537284124_1699610_6134913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417239000565634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses-BFbjQvI/AAAAAAAACUg/zqBc0Dz0yG8/s1600-h/P4171245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses-BFbjQvI/AAAAAAAACUg/zqBc0Dz0yG8/s400/P4171245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419172654269170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CCKSS Scouts &amp;amp; Guides family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the campfire, Kaili, Zhimin, Boontat and I had dinner before proceeding to Jonathan's house. We had booze, the so called 'usual rountine' at Jonathan's house. My threshold wasn't very good, so after a few shots of Vodka I already had problems walking straight. But partly also because I was super irritated by Zhimin's constant blabbling about my threshold for alcohol. But still, I took a cab to IRC to meet Zhengwen and Kenny Chow after that, and I could still play pool fairly well. We spent the entire night over there until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow officially marks the start of the 3 years of my Poly life. Guess its time to cut down on the night life huh? I hope I'm ready for whatever that comes my way. I usually do, but this time, the competition is gonna be tough, and I'm not so sure of myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Godspeed, Jason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5940036369954775885?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5940036369954775885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5940036369954775885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5940036369954775885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5940036369954775885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/04/poly-poly-lick-lolypoly.html' title='Poly Poly, Lick a LolyPoly'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Ses-oTokAaI/AAAAAAAACUo/7tMi3zMYgM4/s72-c/P4171126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3607817145092835726</id><published>2009-04-13T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:00:47.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper's Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hell yeah! I got the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nokia 5800 XpressMusic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tampines 1&lt;/span&gt; at Tampines(DUH, then what, Joo Koon?) along with Sunshine. The new mall, which just opened recently is&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt;. I'm making an understatement by describing it as big.&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its GIGANTIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and its COOL SHIT. They have EVERYTHING there. To think I used to think TM and Century Square was big enough. Now they have 3 giant shopping malls all lined up together, I seriously doubt Tampinesians(omy, I'm making up names again) will ever need to go anywhere else for anything else. You have to queue up to even get up the escalator, and the queue just to get into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unicolo&lt;/span&gt; is bloody long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to tag along to Sentosa along with a big group of people from ex 4/5 since I was supposed to go there for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NPSU FOC&lt;/span&gt; outing. Turns out not just NP was there, there were HUGE number of people from TP and SP as well. What luck man, 3 polytechnics having their outing on the same day at the same venue. But I didn't join them anyway since I'm not really part of their clique, but I still had some fun (while it lasted) playing touch Rugby and volleyball with the 4/5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I mentioned, the fun didn't last for long, neither was it for all the 3 polys, because it started pouring like some drunkard trying to piss. The rain lasted for almost an hour before we could finally get to somewhere without getting drenched. Still, they had their fun in the rain trying to construct a river out of the accumulated rainwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the others and met Theresha at Vivo for dinner. After dinner, they rest of them decided to play pool at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mount Faber Safra&lt;/span&gt;, so we tagged along because I was having my itches for the cue anyway. After playing for a few rounds we left the others and took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with JC, Siripen, Ramesh and Chen Sing (I know, weird clique) after having dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LerkThai&lt;/span&gt; with my family at JP2. It was my mom's birthday, but ironically she's the one who got me my phone on her birthday. Anyway, its been hell of a long time since I saw JC, and I gotta say, its really great to see him again man. We had tons of laughter while they had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;. Sure is nostalgic seeing them again man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like all so desperate to rush back to catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harper's Island&lt;/span&gt; that we alighted at Bukit Gombak just to take a cab back home. Well, its worth the rush though, I just love the suspense man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3607817145092835726?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3607817145092835726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3607817145092835726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3607817145092835726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3607817145092835726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/04/harpers-island.html' title='Harper&apos;s Island'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3648851395001393326</id><published>2009-04-09T02:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:18:06.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pirate's life for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NAUTILUS OI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECRETLY, WE'RE NINJAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6UDczCJZI/AAAAAAAACTA/guF-8cT_AkE/s1600-h/FMS_Nautilus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6UDczCJZI/AAAAAAAACTA/guF-8cT_AkE/s400/FMS_Nautilus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322854596589266322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMS FOC 'the Pirated Camp'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was not so bad afterall, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopnight &lt;/span&gt;was still loads of fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BARRACUDAS FTW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6UDvUxmnI/AAAAAAAACTI/pHzgItxvGyE/s1600-h/Barracudas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6UDvUxmnI/AAAAAAAACTI/pHzgItxvGyE/s400/Barracudas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322854601562626674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Strength comes in Quality, not Quantity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3648851395001393326?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3648851395001393326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3648851395001393326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3648851395001393326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3648851395001393326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/04/fms-foc-pirated-camp-was-epic.html' title='a pirate&apos;s life for me!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6UDczCJZI/AAAAAAAACTA/guF-8cT_AkE/s72-c/FMS_Nautilus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-308287715950209737</id><published>2009-04-01T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:13:13.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All rise, the king has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SdLXyLLSxEI/AAAAAAAACS4/mP-yyQqHjlE/s1600-h/NEOPRINT+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SdLXyLLSxEI/AAAAAAAACS4/mP-yyQqHjlE/s400/NEOPRINT+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319551366871565378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEOPRINT&lt;/span&gt;! Haven't seen one of these in ages huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took one of those while we were at White Sands the other day. Funny thing is, you don't even understand one bloody thing the machine is saying but yet you're having so much fun just touching every icon on the screen. We had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popeyes &lt;/span&gt;for lunch at T2 before we had this neoprint taken. We haven't been getting together a lot lately since she's busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I've been spending so much of my time on pool. When we think of going out to lepak, the first thing that comes to our mind is pool. What the hell man? I mean, arn't there any thing better for us to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That takes me to another point - &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. My circle of friends is just getting so damn small. Not only I play pool every single day, I play it with the SAME people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck it man. Even after FOC, the Zombies(people from my sub group) have small gatherings, whereas I stayed at home and rot like the real zombie. I seriously think its due to the time I spent in secondary 3 &amp;amp; 4 that has caused me to become an introvert, which has in turn greatly affected my ability to make friends. FUCK MAN, I seriously hope I don't screw up my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging yesterday with Hongping and Zhengwen. We ended up WALKING to Railmall instead, and slacked at Coffee Bean for a while. It feels kind of nostalgic to be there, even Zhengwen feel the urge to get behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man, these are just random rantings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-308287715950209737?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/308287715950209737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=308287715950209737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/308287715950209737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/308287715950209737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-rise-king-has-arrived.html' title='All rise, the king has arrived'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SdLXyLLSxEI/AAAAAAAACS4/mP-yyQqHjlE/s72-c/NEOPRINT+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8803282642518140701</id><published>2009-03-28T16:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:13:31.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that coming over the hill, is it a zombie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6cVN29lpI/AAAAAAAACTQ/ukemSn-VIho/s1600-h/3404219462_b504a81a55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6cVN29lpI/AAAAAAAACTQ/ukemSn-VIho/s400/3404219462_b504a81a55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322863697909880466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMFG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NPSU FOC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'09/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; WAS FUCKING EPIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I actually wrote a draft about the camp, but I decided not to publish it in the end. All I can say is that this year's FOC was FUCKING AMAZING. Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopnight was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3S1nt4I/AAAAAAAACTo/U9Ha8kVeBkU/s1600-h/3405119459_e9d088f1af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3S1nt4I/AAAAAAAACTo/U9Ha8kVeBkU/s200/3405119459_e9d088f1af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322864283361982338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3SzP3OI/AAAAAAAACTw/8H9CyVSLhY4/s1600-h/3405132835_57f3073ae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3SzP3OI/AAAAAAAACTw/8H9CyVSLhY4/s200/3405132835_57f3073ae2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322864283352030434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3A0SBlI/AAAAAAAACTg/iYY5BzJNVKA/s1600-h/3405931712_24ea08db5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3A0SBlI/AAAAAAAACTg/iYY5BzJNVKA/s200/3405931712_24ea08db5d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322864278524528210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3g2bseI/AAAAAAAACT4/-1kyUTuuii4/s1600-h/3405948368_b607f5f623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6c3g2bseI/AAAAAAAACT4/-1kyUTuuii4/s200/3405948368_b607f5f623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322864287123485154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6cVEFECAI/AAAAAAAACTY/8tPWmtR_iQQ/s1600-h/3405830386_505db83cea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6cVEFECAI/AAAAAAAACTY/8tPWmtR_iQQ/s400/3405830386_505db83cea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322863695284668418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anubis*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; "We are the best, we trash your ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woke up at 5:30 in the morning today and went to Swiss Cottage to help out with Skills Day. The entire event was totally fucked up, although I was still kinda high coming back from the camp. Chee Shun, a guy from the same sub-group(Zombie) as me was also there with his Venture troop. We were in charge of a few games, but it was like a total waste of time due to poor organization. After the event was over, we had lunch at Pizza Hut before going back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8803282642518140701?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8803282642518140701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8803282642518140701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8803282642518140701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8803282642518140701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/03/omfg-npsu-foc-0910-was-fucking-epic.html' title='What&apos;s that coming over the hill, is it a zombie?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/Sd6cVN29lpI/AAAAAAAACTQ/ukemSn-VIho/s72-c/3404219462_b504a81a55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8715576224074745222</id><published>2009-03-21T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:58:56.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the take's over, the hungover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a blast. I realised that instead of posting on just one day, I've been posting one single post for the entire week. Its probably because even though I've quit my job, life hasn't gotten any less colourful. Instead, my life has been getting more chaotic and crazy by the minute. It just doesn't seem to stop! Though sometimes even having fun can be just so taxing on the body, but no matter how tired I get, I can never resist the temptation to just go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going back home in the wee hours of the morning every single day this week. Its not just taking a toll on both my mental and physical health, but its also fucking bad for the wallet. I'm officially broke now. I spent hell lots of money on food, especially, and on pool, Kbox, cab fare, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really recall what happened eariler this week. My biological clock was fucked up cause I've been sleeping at irregular times. I remembered yesterday vividly though. Yesterday night was hell lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the night before, we were singing our hearts out at Kbox, and the next morning I went back to school to take a look at the juniors and the progress of their campfire preparation. Frankly speaking, I think the theme for this year's campfire is damn lame. I just really hope they'll be able to pull through it this time. By the way, I collected my SGC on that day also, and seriously, I am still F-U-C-K-I-N-G disappointed with my testimonial. But I guess I had just completely given up hope in this fucking shit school. Besides, who needs it now when I've got superb results? Well, not exactly "superb" but still, well beyond anyone's expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Scouts, my seniors came over to my house, and then we went over to Jonathan's house and then after that we took the bus to Holland V for dinner. I brought them over to the XO fish head place which to me, was one of the best I've ever tasted. Dinner was Fucking great, with the capital F. After dinner, Harris drove us over to Zouk, and we had tons of laughter hiding from Jonathan while he's busy trying to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris dropped us at Plaza Sing, where I met up with Kenny Chow and Zhengwen, and we went to this pub among a row of numerous different pubs and bars opposite SGH. It was quite a cool place - small, but cosy. What was especially cool about the pub was that there were quite a few pool experts whom I have much to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;We had two large bottles of beer, and when I mean large I don't mean coffee shop kind of large, I mean like those bottles they use to refill water dispensers beside some receptionist counters that kind of large. Well, it was good exposure nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a taxi to Selegie at around 3am because we were all itching for pool. We went to our usual place, though a little bit more expensive, but its totally worth the price. We played on for the rest of the night until we all got so stoned. Then we went to Macdonald's and played dare like we were drunk. But it was still hell loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos from last week;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS5oH8WisI/AAAAAAAACSY/3HevVdlx6s0/s1600-h/DSC04276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS5oH8WisI/AAAAAAAACSY/3HevVdlx6s0/s320/DSC04276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315577559182117570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacman attacks! *Chomp chomp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aston's&lt;/span&gt; with Sunshine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS53_k8CiI/AAAAAAAACSo/zcU61IeexZo/s1600-h/DSC04308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS53_k8CiI/AAAAAAAACSo/zcU61IeexZo/s200/DSC04308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315577831814335010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS53gCPcbI/AAAAAAAACSg/Z8hrJdyduTQ/s1600-h/DSC04307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS53gCPcbI/AAAAAAAACSg/Z8hrJdyduTQ/s200/DSC04307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315577823347306930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS53yYvQ6I/AAAAAAAACSw/hES6-jxQ8ak/s1600-h/DSC04312.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8715576224074745222?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8715576224074745222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8715576224074745222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8715576224074745222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8715576224074745222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/03/takes-over-hungover.html' title='the take&apos;s over, the hungover'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/ScS5oH8WisI/AAAAAAAACSY/3HevVdlx6s0/s72-c/DSC04276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1618908267704807343</id><published>2009-03-14T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:49:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my new Macbook!</title><content type='html'>FUCK. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I LOST MY BLOODY GREEN ENROLLMENT FORM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Now I can't do the bloody online enrollment thingy because that piece of paper has my username and password on it! Good job man Jason, good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are seriously worn out from yesterday's basketball session. It was 2 months since I last stepped into the court and I'm even having difficulties catching up. But it was still fun though. Been long since we went out in such a big group. What's more I hadn't had a wink since the morning before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with Theresha the morning before, and I haven't slept at all until yesterday night when I simply just collapsed on the bed. We went to have brunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Margaritas'&lt;/span&gt; and then walked around Marina Square. We were thinking of going across the road to the IT fair, but the human traffic there was just unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I hurried back home and my dad fetched me to Ngee Ann Poly to get my notebook. It wasn't as complicated and troublesome as I expected it to be. It was simply cash and carry and within minutes, I got my new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macbook&lt;/span&gt;!  Hellyeah. But there were tons of things to configure etc. OS X wasn't as un-user friendly as I expected, but the layout and everything was so cool, and I seriously love how sleek looking my Macbook is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the Crystal Jade Restaurant in Holland V. The ambiance was fantastic and food was great. Whats more my sis went to buy ice cream for dessert at Cold Rock, which was just heavenly. Cookie Dough is officially the best flavor I've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While configuring my Macbook halfway, Zhengwen asked me out for pool, which I simply couldn't resist, along with Hongping. We took a cab down to IRC for pool, though we opted for LAN after playing for a while, and played until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even taking a break, I met Jianyi to go NP again, this time to install the necessary software for our laptops. Quan Zhong tagged along with us, and although mine had a little cock up, I still finished earlier than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're done with our laptop, immediately after I reached back home I changed into my bball shorts and went straight to CC to play basketball with the guys(refer to 2nd paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 years of spending the first 3 days of march holidays at Jobweek, this time I'm finally free and slacking at home! Whoooooosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1618908267704807343?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1618908267704807343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1618908267704807343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1618908267704807343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1618908267704807343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-my-new-macbook.html' title='I got my new Macbook!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7770755127588289688</id><published>2009-03-12T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:58:15.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counterweights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I thought today(erm, technically yesterday) would be the last day of work, because I thought someone will be replacing me on Saturday. No such fucking luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. I'm just so damn irritated man. I was actually thinking of going back to check on how the Scouts did for Jobweek this coming Saturday, but looks like I'll have to give it a miss. Its like a sudden spark of nostalgia that's nudging me to go see the boys. Although Mr Chua will still be one hell of a fucking counter reason why I don't want to go back, another being work. I guess none of the teachers in charge even knows about the gang problem thats bothering the boys for quite some time already. But still, I'm helpless to do anything about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to catch up after I'm finally out of Coffee bean. My sir just called me a few weeks ago about the progress of my PSA, which frankly speaking, hasn't progressed at all. Its ALOT of commitment, but I guess it'll really be awesome if I make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with PSA, I guess its also time to get some hardcore training before term starts. Which means I'll be working out a lot to get those rusty muscles all riled up and ready. Heh heh heh. No gym though - simply lots of &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;pure, extreme, hardcore traditional training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about covers it for today I guess. Oh btw, I'm taking up the Japanese IS programme offered in NP, which I think it really kinda cool. And hopefully I'll be getting my &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Macbook &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow, which means bad news for the numbers in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SbftaNtOUWI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kzAQPTijXpg/s1600-h/spaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SbftaNtOUWI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kzAQPTijXpg/s400/spaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311975320118514018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7770755127588289688?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7770755127588289688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7770755127588289688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7770755127588289688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7770755127588289688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/03/counterweights.html' title='counterweights'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SbftaNtOUWI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kzAQPTijXpg/s72-c/spaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-281969482662044812</id><published>2009-03-09T13:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:57:53.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell of a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had, what most people would say, the most 'shiok' sleep in my life. There's finally a day whereby I can just sleep all I want without worrying about work, going out with friends, or school. Accompanied by hell of a scary dream, which was actually quite exciting and pleasant to me since I'm actually someone who enjoys dreaming. As usual, my dream is all about monsters, ghosts, giant monkeys, aliens etc, you know, science fiction stuff. It's exciting because its sort of like a movie - sometimes my dreams can be so complicated that there's even a sub plot, or better, a twist ending when escaping from the monster. Occasionally I dream about something realistic or scenes surrounding my life, its usually prophetic in a way. Enough about my lame dreams, lets get down to the main course man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago(I think) Zhengwen, Daniel, Alan, Kenny Chow and I went for overnight pool. And the next day I met Sunshine to commemorate our &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;16th monthsary&lt;/span&gt; in town. She cut bangs and I even had trouble identifying her from far! Seriously, man. Anyway, we had Teppanyaki at Wisma for lunch, and we went down to find my mom at Topshop. It was rather awkward, but nevertheless, it was still worth making the trip there since she bought me some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Sunshine home, my sis drove over to Tampines to fetch me. We had Carl's Junior for dinner down at East Coast. Afterwards, she drove me over to Raffles City where I was meeting Zhengwen, Daniel and Kenny Chow. Zhengwen got my fishing equipment from my house, and then we went over to slack at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; to wait for the tide to come in. We fished for barely 2 hours before deciding to walk to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lau Pak Sak&lt;/span&gt; for supper. After supper, we kinda walked around aimlessly until the first bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SbSuvaDyWNI/AAAAAAAACSI/GLnjbe4S9A4/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SbSuvaDyWNI/AAAAAAAACSI/GLnjbe4S9A4/s200/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311061990048946386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-281969482662044812?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/281969482662044812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=281969482662044812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/281969482662044812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/281969482662044812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-of-night.html' title='hell of a night'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SbSuvaDyWNI/AAAAAAAACSI/GLnjbe4S9A4/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5309769825541179455</id><published>2009-03-03T01:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:26:39.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fucked up, but so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week, Zhengwen, Hongping and I went for night cycling around the city.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week, I lost my voice because Daniel, Annsoon, Kenny Chow and I went to sing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; at Cineleisure. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;hiong. After that we came to my house for overnight mahjong, which was really a tutoring session for Zhengwen. It wasn't really overnight though, halfway through we cabbed to IRC for pool until the next morning. Seems like all we can have fun is just these few activities huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I fucked up 99% of my teenage school life&lt;/span&gt;. But so what? I still did very well for my O levels. All those bullshit about "good boy = good results = good life" we were brought up to believe in, stamped into our heads ever since we were born, turns out to be bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really considering to quit my job. I'm so busy everyday - to me, life now is work, play, rest, work, play, rest. Notice I used the word 'rest' instead of 'sleep' now because there really isn't much time to sleep. Everyday is simply so damn packed that I don't even have the time to update my blog etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, I'm also missing out on many things; Exercise, for example, is one thing which I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; lacking. I haven't been working out for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; since I started working, and sooner or later I'm gonna be the opposite of Hongping since he has been working out so much. I'm so fucking busy I don't even have the time to jog in the evenings like I usually do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is time with my family. I don't even remember when was the last time I saw my mom. We just spend so little time together, and now we haven't had a proper family dinner together ever since I started working. Again, work is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, I've been missing out basketball sessions with my friends. Exercise is one thing, but it is the rendezvous with my friends that is what I really cherish. Not that they even care about it though. Speaking of this, I've simply had it with my most of my friends. I'm at my goddamn limit. I'm sick of forcing myself to wake up on time anymore. If they don't even treat their friend seriously, why the fuck should I give a flying fuck about making sure I get up on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading up on NP orientation programmes since my recent chat with Renyi, and it seems like there are tons of camps and programmes to sign up for even before the actual term starts. I've been told that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NPSU camp&lt;/span&gt; is one that I definitely have to sign up for, and theres also the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freshmen dance party&lt;/span&gt; and loads of other activites. But you know whats the sad thing? I don't have any friends in NP to go with ): Look, I gave THE sad smiley, so thats how sad it is. I mean, I do have friends in NP(less than 10 I presume) but none that I'm really close to or hang out with. Looking at the bright side, I guess I could always start making new friends. Alright... So how do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: I really need to settle my enrollment package asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough ranting for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Picture for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox having some Coffee Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SazV2zVZH7I/AAAAAAAACR4/fAdubBoqmL8/s1600-h/Megan+Fox+Looking+Super+Fine+And+Bigger+Up+Top+Since+Engagement+Break+Off+www.GutterUncensored.com+megan-fox-cleavage_fox14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SazV2zVZH7I/AAAAAAAACR4/fAdubBoqmL8/s320/Megan+Fox+Looking+Super+Fine+And+Bigger+Up+Top+Since+Engagement+Break+Off+www.GutterUncensored.com+megan-fox-cleavage_fox14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308853198232559538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the coffee that's hawt :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone interested in CHEAP tuition? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Anyone interested to join NPSU camp?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5309769825541179455?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5309769825541179455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5309769825541179455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5309769825541179455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5309769825541179455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-fucked-up-but-so-what.html' title='I fucked up, but so what?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SazV2zVZH7I/AAAAAAAACR4/fAdubBoqmL8/s72-c/Megan+Fox+Looking+Super+Fine+And+Bigger+Up+Top+Since+Engagement+Break+Off+www.GutterUncensored.com+megan-fox-cleavage_fox14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6396622508450742500</id><published>2009-02-26T02:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:03:04.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an old Polaroid photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaWU68cIwtI/AAAAAAAACRw/Rg3eYXzTG5o/s1600-h/DSC04254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaWU68cIwtI/AAAAAAAACRw/Rg3eYXzTG5o/s320/DSC04254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306811476303463122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6396622508450742500?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6396622508450742500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6396622508450742500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6396622508450742500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6396622508450742500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-only-i-still-had-my-camera.html' title='Like an old Polaroid photograph'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaWU68cIwtI/AAAAAAAACRw/Rg3eYXzTG5o/s72-c/DSC04254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-2820789670873464633</id><published>2009-02-25T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:47:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Panther Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of not seeing Sunshine, I finally forked out sometime to go catch a movie with her at Century Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaTKlxMmTnI/AAAAAAAACRg/TzBH5StgOi4/s1600-h/hr_The_Pink_Panther_2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaTKlxMmTnI/AAAAAAAACRg/TzBH5StgOi4/s400/hr_The_Pink_Panther_2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306589011159436914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Clouseau returns with ever more unexpected antics in the&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing much I could comment on the movie since its really just repetitive jokes and silly antics that effectively makes the story funny. The plot is ridiculous, as expected, as nothing makes any bloody sense. But its Steve Martin's portrayal of Inspector Clouseau that has spiced up the movie. I would say that the Pink Panther 2 isn't as good as its predecessor, but still a ball smacking comedy to catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-2820789670873464633?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/2820789670873464633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=2820789670873464633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2820789670873464633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2820789670873464633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-panther-returns.html' title='Pink Panther Returns'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaTKlxMmTnI/AAAAAAAACRg/TzBH5StgOi4/s72-c/hr_The_Pink_Panther_2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4985295134180353545</id><published>2009-02-23T03:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:44:54.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin You Jia FTW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so packed lately so much so that I can only find time to blog at such an unearthly hour. I just gotta post today cause if I drag on any longer it'd either just snowball into an extremely lengthy post or I'll just forget all about what happened. My memories are already starting to fade now, so let's begin with Yoga Lin's concert to get things rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGodsZfpMI/AAAAAAAACRA/ue_bFYgUf_A/s1600-h/DSC04248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGodsZfpMI/AAAAAAAACRA/ue_bFYgUf_A/s320/DSC04248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707064106919106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga Lin's concert was, in a way, a failure. In my opinion, half of the people there were there to support &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;S.H.E&lt;/span&gt;, whom were the guest performers of the concert. Personally I hate the girl band except for Hebe, but I gotta say, those girls know how to rock the house. As soon as they stepped on the stage, the crowd was roaring like thunder. Yoga's fans were nowhere as high as they were. But towards the end of the concert we can see only the true fans remained. There was a totally of &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;encores simply because the crowd couldn't get enough of Yoga Lin. The sad part was everyone were waiting for his singles, but he kept singing unknown songs by other singers. Nevertheless, it was very enjoyable to see Yoga Lin perform his classics live on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the concert my sis came over to fetch Zhengwen and I, and we both went to Bukit Timah for supper before meeting Daniel for one whole night of pool. Seriously speaking, there's nothing much we could do at this time besides pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I skipped my FISH class(again) to meet my friends to go Sentosa. However, thanks to those fuckers who are so consumed by their own activities, only half of the expected amount of people turned up. I'm so sick but so used to all this nonsense from my clique of friends. To think I canceled all my activities on that day just to hang out with them, all they give us all this kind of shit. Maybe having fucked up friends' the reason why I became so much more independent compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was still considered worth my time; even though the rain hasn't stopped the minute we reached there, we still continued to have fun. We were the only ones crazy enough to sit out in the open deck tram in the middle of a thunderstorm, and people were all looking at us. Although I seldom go to Palawan, it was the most empty one that day, so we decided to slack around there.&lt;br /&gt;While we were playing Frisbee, LCM accidentally threw my Frisbee into the sea, but luckily Annsoon brought a replacement and we invented some fun game to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGsrubncuI/AAAAAAAACRI/zZuS9e7KNUs/s1600-h/DSC04292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGsrubncuI/AAAAAAAACRI/zZuS9e7KNUs/s320/DSC04292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711703217369826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGsryb3ZWI/AAAAAAAACRQ/HnJWBBriFnI/s1600-h/DSC04294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGsryb3ZWI/AAAAAAAACRQ/HnJWBBriFnI/s320/DSC04294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711704292156770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGssNVlcAI/AAAAAAAACRY/C_F6QBkqbsM/s1600-h/DSC04299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGssNVlcAI/AAAAAAAACRY/C_F6QBkqbsM/s320/DSC04299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711711513571330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Railmall with Daniel at night to wait for Zhengwen to knock off at 3am. Daniel was doing his homework, and I swear to myself I'm never gonna touch any of those again. After Zhengwen knocked off we walked to IRC and again, played pool until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work I went to play pool with Zhengwen again. Looks like all I've been doing is playing pool lately. Look on the bright side, my skills are getting much much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Academy's are in tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4985295134180353545?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4985295134180353545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4985295134180353545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4985295134180353545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4985295134180353545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/lin-you-jia-ftw.html' title='Lin You Jia FTW!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SaGodsZfpMI/AAAAAAAACRA/ue_bFYgUf_A/s72-c/DSC04248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7967271733818408976</id><published>2009-02-19T15:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:21:20.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a dance you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down with a terrible flu and cough for the past few days, but I still played hard. Real hard. Nothing's gonna stop me from having fun, not even being sick yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Hongping, Zhengwen, Shuyi and Sylvia at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Grand Cathay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ0QomeTJqI/AAAAAAAACQg/SiAoNl5PvDs/s1600-h/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ0QomeTJqI/AAAAAAAACQg/SiAoNl5PvDs/s400/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304414225820755618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5 Critics' Choice Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 4 Golden Globes &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 7 BAFTA Awards&lt;/span&gt;, including Best Film, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 Academy Awards nominations&lt;/span&gt; including best pictures, and numerous other nominations; I gotta say - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; is nothing short of a masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have written a whole entire post just to praise this movie, but I reckoned it'd be better if you just go catch it yourself. Yes, Danny Boyle and everyone who's played a part in this movie deserves a roaring applause for what a great masterpiece this film has become. A fantastic storyline and definitely an excellent cast worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little actors(and actresses) who played the young Jamal and Latika, were truly spectacular in portraying the lives and the innocence of children living in the slums. Probably because some of them were in actual fact, really living in the slums themselves. Azharuddin Ismail (who played Salim as a child) was paid £1,700 and Rubina Ali (who played Latika as a child) £500 for a month’s work on the film. The child actors continue to live in makeshift shacks in the slums of Bandra, a suburb of Mumbai. It was also known that  Ismail's home has been demolished by the local authorities and he now sleeps under a sheet of plastic tent  with his father, who suffers from tuberculosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Danny Boyle has certainly earned my respect. Every single scene of the movie was filled with so much emotions. But the best thing I felt about the movie was the things that it was trying to convey to the audience. For me, Slumdog isn't a Bollywood film, it is simply a film depicting the life of a boy named Jamal, who happened to be at the right place at the right time, which is sort of like our all time favourite character, Forrest Gump. Every small scene, every little gesture of the actors in the movie meant something, and that added to the strong emotions shown in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The themes it was trying to convey made alot of sense, particularly in Mumbai, where the social status of the people living there can be very different - where extreme poverty and the rich and famous are just a street away from each other, but yet living extremely different lives. And of course, this kind of social interaction will lead to many misunderstanding as they are all living in their own environment. The movie made me have a better understanding of life in the slums of India, not quite the snake charmers and all, but close. It's like a poverty tour. Go catch the movie, it is definitely worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I went to work, along with Zhengwen and Hongping, whom slacked there for 6 hours until I knock off. Both of them joined in to help closing, which was kinda funny when Hongping tried to help out. After that, we went to IRC to play pool and LAN for the rest of the night all the way until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;TRM Kareoke gig&lt;/span&gt; was enjoyable. I was amazed simply by the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Party World&lt;/span&gt; was able to fit into the small shopping centre in Taman Jurong. We though we were gonna be late, and by the time we got there, there was only Elaine, so Zhengwen and I starting singing Yoga Lin songs until everybody arrives. Most of our colleagues were malays, so we had to stick to (old) English songs, but I have totally no problem with that as I've always been more of the mixed type. The VIP room was shiok compared to the normal ones that we always go at Kbox. My manager Benard told us to buy like 2 dozens of beer even though we already have 4 jugs in the room itself. Even the big boss of Coffee Bean came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 bosses in Railmall;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ23li3pNYI/AAAAAAAACQ4/uObLOsgTIZI/s1600-h/2165_2428128669526736833_2880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ23li3pNYI/AAAAAAAACQ4/uObLOsgTIZI/s320/2165_2428128669526736833_2880_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304597791755548034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ23lhBS1dI/AAAAAAAACQw/kI0ax6lRqK4/s1600-h/2165_2428128669526736839_4376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ23lhBS1dI/AAAAAAAACQw/kI0ax6lRqK4/s320/2165_2428128669526736839_4376_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304597791259153874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ23lmm88nI/AAAAAAAACQo/09FnkewBKnk/s1600-h/2165_2428128669526736847_6441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ23lmm88nI/AAAAAAAACQo/09FnkewBKnk/s320/2165_2428128669526736847_6441_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304597792759280242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my threshold is low, but only because I don't usually drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished at around one in the morning, and Benard was already talking nonsense. Amirah, Nadiah, Terry, Zhengwen and I decided to go chill at Lake Park. I was actually damn surprised that the big boss of Coffee Bean(3rd biggest boss in the entire company if I'm not wrong) do not own a car. COMEON, you're like the operation director of a company and you don't own a car? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG! &lt;/span&gt;Now we learn, boys and girls, now we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm going to Yoga Lin's concert tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I got my enrollment package ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7967271733818408976?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7967271733818408976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7967271733818408976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7967271733818408976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7967271733818408976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-dance-you-want.html' title='its a dance you want'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZ0QomeTJqI/AAAAAAAACQg/SiAoNl5PvDs/s72-c/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6897299477138245843</id><published>2009-02-14T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:30:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a proposal to be your Valentine's</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day was fun, well, except for the unbearable heat wave and the climb up to the Hilltop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sunshine at Clarke Quay, and we strolled along Singapore River to Liang Court. We bought like 50 dollars worth of Sushi from Meijiya, and then we took a cab to H park. H park did not turn out to be what we expected it to be, so instead we hiked 2.4 kilometres up to the Hilltop. It was a small clearing in the middle of a forest - a stunning sight among the city lights of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZbnfzfUEMI/AAAAAAAACQQ/uzV6sw1vCto/s1600-h/DSC04200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZbnfzfUEMI/AAAAAAAACQQ/uzV6sw1vCto/s200/DSC04200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302680144858845378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZbm-CLAZ8I/AAAAAAAACP4/7dd79QPFEyQ/s1600-h/DSC04204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZbm-CLAZ8I/AAAAAAAACP4/7dd79QPFEyQ/s200/DSC04204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302679564684650434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 bucks worth of sushi was more filling than I expected it to be. Although I'd rather pay the same amount to sit in an air-conditioned restaurant and be served fresh sashimi, I guess this time its a totally new experience, and a special one for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo City after that. There was some wedding convention going on, and one guy actually handed Sunshine a wedding brochure. Haha, I didn't expect it to be so soon :P But I did propose though;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZeskKUtAaI/AAAAAAAACQY/998RPlVdqZg/s1600-h/DSC04212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZeskKUtAaI/AAAAAAAACQY/998RPlVdqZg/s320/DSC04212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896823498506658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Valentine's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6897299477138245843?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6897299477138245843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6897299477138245843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6897299477138245843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6897299477138245843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/proposal-to-be-your-valentines.html' title='a proposal to be your Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZbnfzfUEMI/AAAAAAAACQQ/uzV6sw1vCto/s72-c/DSC04200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-2167304368149035466</id><published>2009-02-10T19:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:49:19.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;YESYESYES! I GOT YOGA LIN "TRICK" CONCERT TICKETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZFmw6WIXbI/AAAAAAAACPY/0qNbQ9h84Zs/s1600-h/Yoga_lin_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZFmw6WIXbI/AAAAAAAACPY/0qNbQ9h84Zs/s400/Yoga_lin_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301131226873617842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually the Mandopop kind of person, but Yoga Lin is seriously the most charismatic singer I've ever seen. Well, rather than sounding epic gay here, I suggest you guys go watch some of his videos on Youtube and you'll understand what I mean. Zhengwen and I bought CAT 2 tickets, which were supposed to be like $100 but after Passion card and student discounts it was like $83 per ticket. Thats more expensive than FOB's concert, but heck, they sucks live anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work Zhengwen and I went to IRC to play pool. We've been spending all our salary on fun and play. Its like we're working to play rather than to save. It has become our usual routine to hang out after work until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUEkaQgZ4Xg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUEkaQgZ4Xg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-2167304368149035466?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/2167304368149035466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=2167304368149035466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2167304368149035466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2167304368149035466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/trick.html' title='Trick'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SZFmw6WIXbI/AAAAAAAACPY/0qNbQ9h84Zs/s72-c/Yoga_lin_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6992186791456531146</id><published>2009-02-09T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:40:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my namecard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to begin this post. I've lost track of the sequence of events which happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night I was at Coffee Bean, not working but slacking over there while waiting for Zhengwen to knock off. Daniel and Kenny Chow joined us and we went down to Cineleisure again. Its like the third Kbox session this month already, and I've been spending a bomb on all these entertainment shit. But the money was really well spent. There was even a buffet session included at 2am. We sang for the whole night all the way until the next morning when we took the first bus home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INqgR1JI/AAAAAAAACOQ/oXpYo--bGaI/s1600-h/DSC04176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INqgR1JI/AAAAAAAACOQ/oXpYo--bGaI/s200/DSC04176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464317279360146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 2 hours before waking up to meet Theresha at town again. I happened to see Daniel on the bus again, and thats really coincidental, considering the fact that both of us had little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and I went shopping around town, and happened to see the Campus Superstar finalists having some gameshow over there. Sunshine bought me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pescados &lt;/span&gt;hoodie which I've been eying for MONTHS! :D &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our 15th monthsary lunch at &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We had the seafood platter for two, which was fantastic. The platter included grilled prawns, calamari, pineapple rice, fries, oysters and grilled fish. Absolutely mouthwatering. Plus the ambiance was quite homely too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INjlezuI/AAAAAAAACOY/TCa9smOe2BQ/s1600-h/DSC04182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INjlezuI/AAAAAAAACOY/TCa9smOe2BQ/s200/DSC04182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464315422133986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INmrmb_I/AAAAAAAACOg/q7xRVgJSBFU/s1600-h/DSC04183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INmrmb_I/AAAAAAAACOg/q7xRVgJSBFU/s200/DSC04183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464316253106162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8JABeFGeI/AAAAAAAACPI/MDicWCpvO3s/s1600-h/DSC04187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8JABeFGeI/AAAAAAAACPI/MDicWCpvO3s/s200/DSC04187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465182437612002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8Ih3kVzMI/AAAAAAAACOw/6Gvt5xepsII/s1600-h/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8Ih3kVzMI/AAAAAAAACOw/6Gvt5xepsII/s200/DSC04188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464664383442114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8JEjuB4VI/AAAAAAAACPQ/v2g5sxcu_z0/s1600-h/DSC04185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8JEjuB4VI/AAAAAAAACPQ/v2g5sxcu_z0/s320/DSC04185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465260350792018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8Ih4DX8gI/AAAAAAAACO4/gLtv88CWnvw/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8Ih4DX8gI/AAAAAAAACO4/gLtv88CWnvw/s200/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464664513606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8IiHDOq8I/AAAAAAAACPA/i2NLxYvRldM/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8IiHDOq8I/AAAAAAAACPA/i2NLxYvRldM/s200/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464668539530178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to work after that, and as usual I was half dead already. My colleagues were all telling me that I'm out of my mind. Oh by the way, the Anthony guy finally quit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC LOSER&lt;/span&gt;. I was expecting that all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I cabbed down to Timah to meet Zhengwen, Daniel, Alan and Junwei for supper at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Azzar&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't get to play any pool in the end, so we cabbed back to Panjang to play cards, and then I finally got home to get some sleep, or sooner or later I'll die of over exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INTR933I/AAAAAAAACOA/2CrIv3t1-pg/s1600-h/DSC04173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INTR933I/AAAAAAAACOA/2CrIv3t1-pg/s200/DSC04173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300464311045316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh yeah, I'm gonna get Yoga Lin concert tickets :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6992186791456531146?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6992186791456531146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6992186791456531146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6992186791456531146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6992186791456531146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-namecard.html' title='this is my namecard'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SY8INqgR1JI/AAAAAAAACOQ/oXpYo--bGaI/s72-c/DSC04176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8163931118982077156</id><published>2009-02-06T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:33:13.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;背影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;林宥嘉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;三公分阳光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;三公分空气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;堵在眼前像一面 玻璃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;挡住了你表情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;剩下只有脚印&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;一直向前走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;走不完距离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;一直向后退不出回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;很高兴有心事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;帮我困住自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;你头发上淡淡青草香气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;变成了风才能和我相遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;你的目光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;蒸发成云&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;再下成雨 我才能够靠近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;感谢我不可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;住进你的眼睛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;所以才能&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;拥抱你的背影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;有再多的遗憾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;用来牢牢记住&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;不完美的所有美丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;感谢我不可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;拥抱你的背影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;所以才能&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;变成你的背影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;躲在安静角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;不用你回头看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;不用珍惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;我怀里所有温暖的空气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;变成风也不敢和你相遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;我的心事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;蒸发成云&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;再下成雨却舍不得淋湿你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;躲在安静角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;如果你回头看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;不用在意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8163931118982077156?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8163931118982077156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8163931118982077156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8163931118982077156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8163931118982077156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5066854468891387801</id><published>2009-02-03T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:24:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to the night life. I just got back from home not long ago with Hongping and Zhengwen and I feel like going out NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW. Today is one of the rarer days that I have sometime by myself. But yet, I feel like going out to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lot 1 for lunch at the Hong Kong cafe, and then we went to catch this Hong Kong movie called something "All well is well-something-something-something". Typical nonsensical holiday movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that none of my friends that I hang out with are going to NP ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! Now that JC has started, I guess I won't be seeing a few of my friends so often anymore. Come to think of it, I'm really gonna miss many of my friends. JC's going to SP, which is really sad for me, and Kenny Low's MIA, so I got totally no idea what to do. I think I'm gonna get super bored the first day of school. At least 4 years ago I still came to school with people that I know. Now, I don't even think anybody that I'm close to is going to NP, much less mass comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2376567/animal_odd_couple.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2376567/animal_odd_couple/"&gt;Animal Odd Couple&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Funny bloopers R us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5066854468891387801?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5066854468891387801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5066854468891387801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5066854468891387801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5066854468891387801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-realised-that-none-of-my-friends.html' title='What is wrong?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7889591663851622696</id><published>2009-02-03T11:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:28:23.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna make it far, kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Work. Play. Sleep. Work. Play. Sleep.&lt;/span&gt; That was my life in short for the past few days. Life has been just so crazy lately. Working long hours and trashing it out in the night. Yesterday night was one of the rare occasion that I could actually get more than 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin? Oh right. After the release of the posting results, I went to work, along with Zhengwen. After that, we went to BPP to meet up with Alan, Daniel and LCM. We decided to walk to Bukit Timah, and halfway there we decided to stop by Railmall to visit Coffee Bean since it was just along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongping and the 4/5 guys were also playing pool over there, but the shops were all closing at 2am, so sadly we didnt have the chance to play. IRC's open 24/7 though, but we just had enough of the fucked up cheena bastard whom I swear has the most guailan face in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being rejected by 10 cabs or so, we finally got onto one(although I had to sit below) and got on our way to Clementi. Unfortunately, when we reached there the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; just closed, but the person suggested that we go to the one at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;. We went to walk aimlessly around Clementi, and we decided to sit at the bus stop and wait for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nightrider&lt;/span&gt;. The Nightrider uncle was seriously epic. He actually asked us where we wanna go and he sent us right to where we wanted, like a freaking mega cab! How cool is that man! Some more he's got a hilarious bluetooth name to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyvDeFkI/AAAAAAAACNg/aIyXodtNRsQ/s1600-h/Photo0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyvDeFkI/AAAAAAAACNg/aIyXodtNRsQ/s200/Photo0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418763016574530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push ups on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang through the rest of the night at Kbox. It was ex as hell, but definitely worth it. Daniel saw someone that he knew working there and they got some free beer. We played some cards at skatepark while waiting for the first bus home. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfE7F8Ka5I/AAAAAAAACNw/PD-OIfDVURI/s1600-h/Photo0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfE7F8Ka5I/AAAAAAAACNw/PD-OIfDVURI/s200/Photo0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298420006110522258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfE8kCKrUI/AAAAAAAACN4/vOO6akwbd88/s1600-h/Photo0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfE8kCKrUI/AAAAAAAACN4/vOO6akwbd88/s200/Photo0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298420031368637762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;林宥嘉 FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having barely slept for 3 hours, I went out together with Theresha to &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;. She was trying to find a good deal for a DSLR kit. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ann Siang hill&lt;/span&gt; to look at all the overseas brand, which were all hell expensive. We had lunch at this Japanese restaurant in the middle of nowhere. The food was average, but the service was epic fail. I could see why the place was completely empty.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Clarke Quay afterwards. Walked around the Central mall taking pictures and making merry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTZWvRKI/AAAAAAAACMg/B3P1Jqvb8f8/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTZWvRKI/AAAAAAAACMg/B3P1Jqvb8f8/s200/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418224615867554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTpyuKZI/AAAAAAAACMo/EVWkcS2RyiI/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTpyuKZI/AAAAAAAACMo/EVWkcS2RyiI/s200/DSC04157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418229028202898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTdk-6qI/AAAAAAAACMY/ZJnNTMFmu4A/s1600-h/DSC04153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTdk-6qI/AAAAAAAACMY/ZJnNTMFmu4A/s200/DSC04153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418225749355170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfENitZ4-I/AAAAAAAACNo/tpOCiZtxFeQ/s1600-h/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfENitZ4-I/AAAAAAAACNo/tpOCiZtxFeQ/s200/DSC04151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298419223559267298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTqt2eyI/AAAAAAAACMw/5Ih2wO9nZPM/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTqt2eyI/AAAAAAAACMw/5Ih2wO9nZPM/s200/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418229276212002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTlU_feI/AAAAAAAACM4/nm6ObtfwS1g/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDTlU_feI/AAAAAAAACM4/nm6ObtfwS1g/s200/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418227829767650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDySQ_vKI/AAAAAAAACNA/F6QOyQF1K6w/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDySQ_vKI/AAAAAAAACNA/F6QOyQF1K6w/s200/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418755288677538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyZQx4FI/AAAAAAAACNI/CPGRb7gTnAU/s1600-h/DSC04159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyZQx4FI/AAAAAAAACNI/CPGRb7gTnAU/s200/DSC04159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418757166817362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyd8zHZI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Ec0tg7yOoag/s1600-h/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyd8zHZI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Ec0tg7yOoag/s200/DSC04161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418758425189778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to work after that. Now you can see why I started my post with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;work. play. sleep.&lt;/span&gt;" I was already epic tired already, then suddenly I received a call from my AM asking me to extend my work the day after, which meant that I'll be working for freaking 13 hours. Being so soft hearted, I was left with little options but to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 hours of work can really take a man out. I was so shagged that I've made many wrong orders. Anymore work and I think I'll start to vomit. I even had nosebleed halfway while working. The funny thing was I wasn't even required to work on the day. I was simply covering for 2 of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still decided to go out and have fun. After work, Daniel came over and LCM also cabbed over. We had supper at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Azzar&lt;/span&gt;, and after that we took a cab straight down to Cine for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; again. We actually wanted to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E2Max&lt;/span&gt;, but it was already closed by the time we reached. This time there was the monday offer, so it was much cheaper than the day before, and we got to sing for a longer time. After Kbox we repeated the same thing as the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyXHErEI/AAAAAAAACNY/ITMjbwmkFe0/s1600-h/DSC04170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyXHErEI/AAAAAAAACNY/ITMjbwmkFe0/s200/DSC04170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418756589235266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 3.30pm and realised that I was gonna be late for work soon, and I rushed off to work only to be half an hour late. But I guess after working for such long hours I do deserve some slack time. I believe it was due to the lack of sleep, thats why I quarreled with my MIT cause she's really irritating the shit out of me. I even shouted at her and cursed right in front of her. She asked me not to be mad at her and blah blah blah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going home after work, Zhengwen and I went out to slack around Bukit Panjang. We drank a little, and I think we got crazy or something, so we climbed ontop of the carpark and walked along the shelter to another carpark. But I got to say, the view from the roof of the carpark was fantastic. We played frisbee in the middle of the night and did many stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that was epic like hell. Now to just get some peace and quiet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7889591663851622696?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7889591663851622696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7889591663851622696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7889591663851622696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7889591663851622696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-gonna-make-it-far-kid.html' title='You&apos;re gonna make it far, kid'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYfDyvDeFkI/AAAAAAAACNg/aIyXodtNRsQ/s72-c/Photo0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-219832119460808995</id><published>2009-01-30T08:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:29:53.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped for joy at exactly 8:20 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I GOT INTO MASS COMMUNICATION BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess its time to get a Macbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-219832119460808995?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/219832119460808995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=219832119460808995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/219832119460808995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/219832119460808995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-jumped-for-joy-at-exactly-820-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-9021763054513697177</id><published>2009-01-29T20:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:43:06.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three inches of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the time to sit down in front of my computer and blog. The past few days of Chinese New Year have been one hell of a ride for me. No, I wasn't busy visiting relatives, going to houses after houses collecting red packets and listening to the elders talk cock sing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I actually collected 90% of my total angpow money even before CNY because my family is just SO EPIC SMALL. How small you ask? Let me put it this way - The angpow that I collected from my parents and grandparents alone is almost 90% of my total collection in the 3 days of CNY. That is just pathetically small. Unlike many out there who spent CNY gambling and comparing results with their cousins, I spent CNY rotting at my gramps' watching 12 hours long CNY programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2WMSU4I/AAAAAAAACK4/v2GXzBliOq0/s1600-h/DSCF5772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2WMSU4I/AAAAAAAACK4/v2GXzBliOq0/s200/DSCF5772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101610132067202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW5QeaMdI/AAAAAAAACLg/dxOni8wysL0/s1600-h/DSCF5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW5QeaMdI/AAAAAAAACLg/dxOni8wysL0/s200/DSCF5747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102759648702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom acting cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2urVJlI/AAAAAAAACLA/J02PPjtaBaQ/s1600-h/DSCF5825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2urVJlI/AAAAAAAACLA/J02PPjtaBaQ/s200/DSCF5825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101616704726610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2zBmqOI/AAAAAAAACLI/Bp2ocyNqU68/s1600-h/DSCF5823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2zBmqOI/AAAAAAAACLI/Bp2ocyNqU68/s200/DSCF5823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101617871890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do with my little cousin's magnetic drawing board;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMMk1RoQzI/AAAAAAAACKI/9O_Ftmh_rjY/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMMk1RoQzI/AAAAAAAACKI/9O_Ftmh_rjY/s200/DSC04134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297091413633680178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMMkoP0RwI/AAAAAAAACJ4/uO9xZq6cXuY/s1600-h/DSC04138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMMkoP0RwI/AAAAAAAACJ4/uO9xZq6cXuY/s200/DSC04138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297091410136418050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, CNY was not entirely boring. I tonned outside with my friends every single night. On the first night, I went out with Kenny Chow, LCM and Ng to town. While waiting for the movie at Cathay, we went Selegie for pool and LAN. I was actually quite surprised at the number of people who were actually spending CNY at LAN shops. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L4D &lt;/span&gt;rocks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW45UX5YI/AAAAAAAACLQ/dZ6RMvUu1qU/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW45UX5YI/AAAAAAAACLQ/dZ6RMvUu1qU/s200/DSC02148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102753432593794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW5iZXstI/AAAAAAAACLw/_ASOM0hFI08/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW5iZXstI/AAAAAAAACLw/_ASOM0hFI08/s200/DSC02153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102764459406034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW5gel7UI/AAAAAAAACLo/0v8jEVqUGRM/s1600-h/DSCF5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMW5gel7UI/AAAAAAAACLo/0v8jEVqUGRM/s200/DSCF5824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102763944439106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMYvXGpjuI/AAAAAAAACMA/rTwV6o3zT-4/s1600-h/DSCF5810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMYvXGpjuI/AAAAAAAACMA/rTwV6o3zT-4/s200/DSCF5810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297104788652658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Cathay. The movie was epic fail. Despite the hilarious trailers, the movie was really one of the worst Jack Neo film I've ever watched. I was even beginning to suspect if its even by the man himself. Everything about the film sucked. The framing was terrible, and so was the casting and voice overs. The plot was a mess. I was expecting so much more from this movie. After the movie, we hung out around town until the first bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV1zLd94I/AAAAAAAACKo/DaDcz6AQJaw/s1600-h/DSC02143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV1zLd94I/AAAAAAAACKo/DaDcz6AQJaw/s200/DSC02143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101600733394818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2MWqWQI/AAAAAAAACKw/WCkoS7NXD7A/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2MWqWQI/AAAAAAAACKw/WCkoS7NXD7A/s200/DSC02160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101607491229954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night of CNY, LCM, Zhengwen, Hongping and I met up and went to gamble at the rooftop of some carpark. At around 4:30am, someone came up with a torchlight, and minutes later a police car followed up. FUCK. They wrote down our names, and then another police vehicle came, but this time it was the BIG one. This time it was their boss. In my mind I was like thinking; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"GGXX, we're going to the police post for sure." &lt;/span&gt;But thank god, they were like super nice and even chatted with us stating that they understand cause its CNY. So in the end we managed to get away with it. But this time we were lucky. Let me tell you how much worse it could get - Firstly, we had coins and notes on the floor. Secondly, Hongping brought his air gun with him. Lastly, we were planning to buy alcohol. Consider myself lucky, I even won $23 with just $2! Looks like it was my lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMNcAHD--I/AAAAAAAACKQ/dAdXQtC_TLg/s1600-h/DSC04140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMNcAHD--I/AAAAAAAACKQ/dAdXQtC_TLg/s320/DSC04140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297092361434954722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of CNY it was steamboat at Celine's house. Thanks to Celine and her parents, we had a great time there. The coolest thing was that we got our hands on a brand new set of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LV mahjong tiles&lt;/span&gt;. Cool shit man! There was a huge group of people, but sadly I'm not part of the clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMNzgl625I/AAAAAAAACKY/c3VGQryKmE0/s1600-h/28012009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMNzgl625I/AAAAAAAACKY/c3VGQryKmE0/s200/28012009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297092765291305874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMf9IXmHAI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Jw9mpjrS9dY/s1600-h/Photo0052%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMf9IXmHAI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Jw9mpjrS9dY/s200/Photo0052%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112721796766722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMfqPjx7UI/AAAAAAAACMI/KMsFVKlG6v4/s1600-h/Photo0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMfqPjx7UI/AAAAAAAACMI/KMsFVKlG6v4/s320/Photo0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112397309406530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have enough of gambling, so Zhengwen, LCM, Daniel, Hongping and I went to CCK to play for the rest of the night. We even went back to CCKSS to take a look. While sitting at the bus stop, I saw a familiar face - to my surprise, it was the buddy I took care of at Primary 5! It took me a while to recognize him, but it was him who first called out to me. That guy is like a carbon copy of me when I was younger man! And now he's in CCKS! Not that I should be very happy for him. In fact, I should morn the fact that he's gonna trash his life in such a pathetic school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMMksckFkI/AAAAAAAACJw/_DiG3_PJI04/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMMksckFkI/AAAAAAAACJw/_DiG3_PJI04/s200/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297091411263624770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was out with Sunshine to get her new pair of specs. Then, I went off to work. Speaking of work, I fucking hate that Anthony guy. I swear that he's really getting on my fucking nerves. He simply refuses to wash the dishes(like so what if he eats with his hands) and does nothing besides drinking and drinking(and by drinking I mean iced tea and blended stuff) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grow a hump, asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-9021763054513697177?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/9021763054513697177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=9021763054513697177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/9021763054513697177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/9021763054513697177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-have-time-to-sit-down-in.html' title='Three inches of Sunshine'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYMV2WMSU4I/AAAAAAAACK4/v2GXzBliOq0/s72-c/DSCF5772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-163677321646773039</id><published>2009-01-25T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:08:53.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXxiCOS-S1I/AAAAAAAACIw/cue99zYwNtc/s1600-h/DSC04131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXxiCOS-S1I/AAAAAAAACIw/cue99zYwNtc/s320/DSC04131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295215052217797458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working for 11 hours on Friday, my colleagues suggested to go chill out for the rest of the night until the next morning. For a guy that has nothing better to do, I agreed without any hesitation, even though I was kind of tired. We called Zhengwen along, and the 5 of us, including one of the managers(unfortunately is the one that I don't really like) took the transport to West Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3am in the morning, we were climbing up the pyramid like fools. Surprisingly, there was still quite a handful of people there. After playing around the flying fox and stuff, we sat through the rest of the night by the coast. The clique was kind of weird though, but I guess with Zhengwen and Nadiah around it wasn't difficult to lighten up everybody's spirit. Nadiah suggested that we play 'Confession' (another version of Dare I suppose), but all thanks to the game, we sort of revealed something majorly important. In fact, it was so majorly important that something had to be done with it immediately. But well, what happened that night stays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYHhzHmLRdI/AAAAAAAACJY/iqV5737Q724/s1600-h/Image017+-+Copy.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXxiCPemtzI/AAAAAAAACI4/4Je4kqV2pSY/s1600-h/DSC04132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXxiCPemtzI/AAAAAAAACI4/4Je4kqV2pSY/s320/DSC04132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295215052535019314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYHiKOBHtUI/AAAAAAAACJo/4pwj7zwJeMs/s1600-h/Image013+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYHiKOBHtUI/AAAAAAAACJo/4pwj7zwJeMs/s200/Image013+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296763301953779010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYHiJ55PNaI/AAAAAAAACJg/UkNxOag7l2Y/s1600-h/Image017+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SYHiJ55PNaI/AAAAAAAACJg/UkNxOag7l2Y/s200/Image017+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296763296552007074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, despite only sleeping for a few hours after coming back from West Coast, I went to Vivo City with Hongping and Boontat since they wanted to do last minute shopping for CNY clothes. I chanced upon this balloon Elmo and I just knew that I had to get it for Theresha. Thanks to the balloon Elmo, I was being stalked by Elmo fanatics in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toy'R'us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, I went over to Keppel Club to fetch Sunshine from work, and of course, with the surprise of the (sadly) weird-looking and distorted balloon Elmo. We had dinner at Harbourfront Center and then went to Vivo for a while before finally sending her back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and my mom woke me up just to make me clean my room. As usual, thats what my wardrobe is for.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'In case of emergency, please stuff everything into your wardrobe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to my granny's house for breakfast, and then my dad fetched me to Marina to meet the guys again to get the rest of their things. After that we went to meet Kenny Chow down at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selegie&lt;/span&gt; for pool. I wasn't planning to spend any money, but I ended up spending $120 T.T omfg, I am so overspending. I still need to get a long list of things that I want before I go into Polytechnic. Luckily I'll be able to recover this month's losses with my APM, which is the acronym for 'Ang Pow Money', which I don't really think I have a need to acroymize it. Wait a minute, what the hell is acroymize anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-163677321646773039?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/163677321646773039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=163677321646773039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/163677321646773039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/163677321646773039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-working-for-11-hours-on-friday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXxiCOS-S1I/AAAAAAAACIw/cue99zYwNtc/s72-c/DSC04131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1447308946350745436</id><published>2009-01-21T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:00:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ticks and clicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXc3BU2Yf1I/AAAAAAAACFE/7CKajXRgH38/s1600-h/DSC04123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXc3BU2Yf1I/AAAAAAAACFE/7CKajXRgH38/s320/DSC04123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293760382913511250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell of a fantastic day at Tanjong Beach today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1447308946350745436?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1447308946350745436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1447308946350745436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1447308946350745436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1447308946350745436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/ticks-and-clicks.html' title='ticks and clicks'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXc3BU2Yf1I/AAAAAAAACFE/7CKajXRgH38/s72-c/DSC04123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6596973526984818705</id><published>2009-01-18T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:47:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am I crazy or in love?</title><content type='html'>My work ended at 3am, waited for the transport until 4, finally got home, bathed and went to sleep at around 5. I was already super tired out earlier in the day as I was at Sentosa the whole morning. Almost immediately when my head touched my pillow I was fast asleep. At 7am, my alarm rang, snoozed, and rang again. I couldn't get up at all because I've barely slept for 2 hours. Yet I still forced myself to get up to change. My mom advised me not to go but to stay home and rest, but yet I stubbornly refused. I've only slept for 2 hours, what makes you think that I'm not tired? Of course, I was pissed off at the fact that some still failed to turn up. Whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of us waited 2 hours for Boontat(as usual) before we finally set off to the second day of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Volvo Ocean Race&lt;/span&gt;. It was no longer a Scout event, this time it was opened to the general public and all we had to do is to teach some basic knots. But instead of sticking to our posts, we secretly took the bus to Palawan Beach to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXNJ_SUsErI/AAAAAAAACEs/AbvPDBqRiD8/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXNJ_SUsErI/AAAAAAAACEs/AbvPDBqRiD8/s200/DSC04112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292655338689663666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXNJ_qVh5eI/AAAAAAAACE0/2S4bsGOBD44/s1600-h/DSC04116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXNJ_qVh5eI/AAAAAAAACE0/2S4bsGOBD44/s200/DSC04116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292655345135642082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the day before, I rushed down to work after the event. And again, I was already so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open. But my collegues were nice enough to let me slack and make jokes to liven the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 7 again and rushed down to the interchange to take bus to Bukit Merah for my FISH course. I took the fucking wrong bus because I was so shagged out and it took me 2 hours to find out that I was on the wrong bus, and by the time I was already at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/span&gt; and half an hour late. So I simply decided not to go and go back home. What a fucking waste of my precious sleep time. Son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I REALLY NEED TO GET SOME REST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6596973526984818705?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6596973526984818705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6596973526984818705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6596973526984818705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6596973526984818705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-crazy-or-in-love.html' title='am I crazy or in love?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXNJ_SUsErI/AAAAAAAACEs/AbvPDBqRiD8/s72-c/DSC04112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-9027645845700495791</id><published>2009-01-17T04:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:16:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sleeping tonight, so I hope that after downing 2 shots of espresso on the rock it will be able to keep me awake until tomorrow night. I reached home at around 4am after ending work, and later at 8 I'll have to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Cove&lt;/span&gt; again for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volvo Ocean Race&lt;/span&gt; event just like today morning, and after which I'll have to rush down to work again. Looks like its time for the espresso to work its magic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the other 6 Condor Ventures and Sir Reza, we went down to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Cove&lt;/span&gt; to help out the Scouts Day event in conjunction with the Volvo Ocean Race, which are currently at Singapore at Leg 4 of their second race. After which, they'll have to sail 2500 nautical miles to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qingdao&lt;/span&gt;, China, for their next leg of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPUgLiKI/AAAAAAAACDc/6SRRYCwJOJ8/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPUgLiKI/AAAAAAAACDc/6SRRYCwJOJ8/s200/DSC01236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291987111082952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPn9OORI/AAAAAAAACDs/Cs7snHsd0Mc/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPn9OORI/AAAAAAAACDs/Cs7snHsd0Mc/s200/DSC01233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291987116305037586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sailor's mast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job was kinda lame, but simple. All we had to do is to test knots, which surprising many of those who got their Scouts' Standard failed to identify. It clearly shows us how slipshod they were being assessed. But hell, everybody was out to have fun, and us Condor are not exactly the party pooper type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqP1zJOZI/AAAAAAAACD0/TIP1oM237js/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqP1zJOZI/AAAAAAAACD0/TIP1oM237js/s200/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291987120020863378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPpt29uI/AAAAAAAACDk/_hvAE0Ep2-Y/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPpt29uI/AAAAAAAACDk/_hvAE0Ep2-Y/s200/DSC01237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291987116777469666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many school turned up as it was a weekday and obviously there is still school for all the others. The weather was fucking hot over at Sentosa Cove, and we lurked around the area looking for anywhere that was air conditioned. The things there were super overrated - one packet of normal looking chicken rice costs $7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volvo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrYh_uFbI/AAAAAAAACEU/p5jEFNqQ9dE/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrYh_uFbI/AAAAAAAACEU/p5jEFNqQ9dE/s200/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291988368835351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrY1XhsmI/AAAAAAAACEc/oWIrHJQlieI/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrY1XhsmI/AAAAAAAACEc/oWIrHJQlieI/s200/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291988374035477090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrX46JSZI/AAAAAAAACEM/uxMn9F16AA8/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrX46JSZI/AAAAAAAACEM/uxMn9F16AA8/s200/DSC01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291988357806115218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; Volvo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqP8yAfgI/AAAAAAAACD8/9xvcwqEj1sY/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqP8yAfgI/AAAAAAAACD8/9xvcwqEj1sY/s200/DSC01251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291987121895144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrXjUBYPI/AAAAAAAACEE/SrqZWVLFYqo/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDrXjUBYPI/AAAAAAAACEE/SrqZWVLFYqo/s200/DSC01252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291988352009068786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the Bangalah preparing to operate his heavy machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4 we left the place and I headed over to my workplace. I was already too shagged out to be enthusiastic about work, so basically I was stoning by my favorite stepper like a zombie. Thats when I decided that I'll have to find some way to keep myself awake until the next day, and I began to spam coffee and espresso shots, which is serious "EWWWwwww".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDren8uOsI/AAAAAAAACEk/2uVvJAKluWk/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDren8uOsI/AAAAAAAACEk/2uVvJAKluWk/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291988473512606402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-9027645845700495791?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/9027645845700495791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=9027645845700495791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/9027645845700495791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/9027645845700495791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/across-blue.html' title='Across the Blue'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SXDqPUgLiKI/AAAAAAAACDc/6SRRYCwJOJ8/s72-c/DSC01236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3212931037704567138</id><published>2009-01-15T02:17:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:43:59.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advertising &amp;amp; Public Relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. NP&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Film, Sound &amp;amp; Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy working for the past few days that I don't really have time to consult my parents about this. I wake up hours after they go to work, and I come back when they're all asleep. But nevertheless, I've made my choice to put my mind as ease. My first 8 choices are all from &lt;b&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/b&gt;, and the rest are from &lt;b&gt;Nanyang&lt;/b&gt;. I do have my eyes on the &lt;b&gt;Creative Writing for TV &amp;amp; New Media&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;Nautical Studies&lt;/b&gt; course offered in &lt;b&gt;Singapore Poly&lt;/b&gt;, but I just plain don't like SP campus. Although both courses sounds really exciting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Comm's competition is real tough, even for my score, although I'd be much more confident if I had a A1 for English. Either way, my top 7 choices' COP is all below 12. I'm just hoping that my 9 points will be good enough. Although I've heard that students from Mass Comm are really cocky and stuff, but hell, I think its time they find out MY definition of 'cocky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Terminal 3 with Theresha on Tuesday for Popeye's. If you noticed, the the place, people and time for the previous sentence all starts with a 'T'. Okay, thats random. Okay, the sentence describing how random the previous previous sentence was was random. Okay, that was random too. OMG this whole paragraph is random. And so are the pictures below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9mWv1voaI/AAAAAAAACC0/Kno3ov3qpuI/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9mWv1voaI/AAAAAAAACC0/Kno3ov3qpuI/s200/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291560628168663458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9mW-dnsFI/AAAAAAAACC8/mmeLDp3GuIg/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9mW-dnsFI/AAAAAAAACC8/mmeLDp3GuIg/s200/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291560632094011474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent $100 yesterday on shorts and also some stuff for Theresha. I've already spent more than $500 on clothes and accessories for the past month O: Damnit man. Good thing today is &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PAYDAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for my Gourmet class at Holland Village's outlet. Now I finally understand why this Lawrence guy is so popular among all the staff. I swear to god that guy is fucking good at telling dirty jokes with his dirty face. I was laughing my ass out in the pantry. Anyway, the class was fairly idiot-proof; we just have to follow the instructions in the cookbook and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;viola! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, work has been kind of fun for the past few days. We scared the hell out of that bitch Filipino manager when I ran back to the alley and knocked on the back door at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9nxW0NoTI/AAAAAAAACDU/T_lZtK4vSZc/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9nxW0NoTI/AAAAAAAACDU/T_lZtK4vSZc/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562184819450162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9mXdIrouI/AAAAAAAACDE/KRS-oKFy1jY/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3212931037704567138?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3212931037704567138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3212931037704567138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3212931037704567138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3212931037704567138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-np-mass-communication-2nd-np.html' title='JAE Choices'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SW9mWv1voaI/AAAAAAAACC0/Kno3ov3qpuI/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5385990591434890442</id><published>2009-01-12T16:41:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:25:41.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWNAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;L1R2B2 =&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ CCA Bonus -&gt;  L1R2B2 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FUCKYEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dreams about today. First time I dreamt that I got a &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;16&lt;/span&gt;, and I woke up with cold beads of perspiration trickling down my forehead. The second time, I dreamt that I got a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but it was gone when I woke up from the dream. The last time, I dreamt that I got a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I really thought that I'll get stucked with it for real. But today - today is not a dream. Today is the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annsoon came to my house and we took a cab to school together. And after 2 months, I finally got to see JC again. Its really good to see him after so long man. Honestly speaking, I was so nervous in the hall just down that my palms were sweating and my hands were trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited. Ms Sim announced the results for this year's batch, and from what I saw, I felt that our school did quite well this year round. Very well, in fact, compared to last year's batch of idiots. 53 students(I think) got 5 distinctions and above. 100% passes for English and most other subjects were above national average. Not bad at all, I'd say. 3 distinctions is just enough for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC and I were both praying to get below 14. He got a &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;13&lt;/span&gt;, much better than anyone could have expected. When I saw my results, I was totally breathless. I counted again and again, just to make sure I got it right. Then, just to be sure, I pinched myself, and it wasn't a dream. I swear to God was really expecting to get something like a&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 15&lt;/span&gt; even though my target was a 12. But who would ever expect a &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;11&lt;/span&gt;?! Especially for guys like JC and me, who didn't even study until the very last minute. What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWtx24HuB6I/AAAAAAAACCM/bGA_iu2QfLg/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWtx24HuB6I/AAAAAAAACCM/bGA_iu2QfLg/s400/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290447374868416418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWtx3JAEiFI/AAAAAAAACCc/NZB-iUMJZ-k/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWtx3JAEiFI/AAAAAAAACCc/NZB-iUMJZ-k/s400/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290447379399739474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest disappointment was Art. I spent 4 months of hardwork on it, and it ended up as my worst grade. I think it was because I took my chances and used a different format, or simply that they can't read my handwriting. Art is very conceptual to every individual. But my greatest surprise was that I got A1 for Literature, the subject that I paid the least attentiont to! I only studied for Lit like the day before because I was busy doing Art. It sure is ironic how things turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC and I had to take a cab back home, get our overdue library books and return it before getting back our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Form A&lt;/span&gt;. Oh by the way, one thing which I was really, really pissed off about is about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SGC&lt;/span&gt;. I typed out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 pages&lt;/span&gt;, and all Mrs Tan gave me was half a page. Compared with Alger's, mine lacked all the leadership qualities and my contributions. But since my results were oh-so-fabulous, I shall leave my talk with Ms Sim for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after returning home, I got changed and went to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Cliff 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Wenxuan. The show sucks, by the way. They drastically modified the story and added in many inaccurate details, and the war scenes were very weak and has got to be the worse that I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I rushed back to BPP to meet my mom and sis for dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack's Place&lt;/span&gt;. My mom was overjoyed for me. Both my parents were very pleased, in fact. Oh God, FINALLY. Later on I went to slack at Macs with Kenny Low, Daesiree, Ryhan, Aaron and Rachael. The last time we went to mac in such a group was the last day of O levels. It sure feels nostalgic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left is to finalise my 12 choices and get posted to my top 3 choices, which shouldn't be a problem. I've already written down my 12 choices eons ago, now it is just time for some final readjustments. NP's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mass Comm&lt;/span&gt; is going to be tough to get in, but heck, I'm gonna get in no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5385990591434890442?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5385990591434890442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5385990591434890442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5385990591434890442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5385990591434890442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/l1r2b2-11-l1r5-14-cca-points-l1r2b2-9.html' title='OWNAGE'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWtx24HuB6I/AAAAAAAACCM/bGA_iu2QfLg/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6444711213805782786</id><published>2009-01-12T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:26:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT ALL COMES DOWN TO 2PM, TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to sleep. And I believe that I'm not just alone. I was never a believer, but if I have to, now would be a good time to start. Bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6444711213805782786?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6444711213805782786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6444711213805782786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6444711213805782786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6444711213805782786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-all-comes-down-to-2pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4386356195945853964</id><published>2009-01-11T04:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:24:48.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent is Cambridge tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"悄悄我走了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;正如我悄悄的来；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;挥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;一&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;挥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;衣袖，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;带&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;走一片云彩。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4 in the morning now and I've just gotten back from work not too long ago. It is officially 1 more day to getting my results. I have been having sleepless nights for the past few days. Like all the others waiting for our O level results, the thought of it simply fills my mind with mixed emotions - from excitement, to anxiousness, to worries, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;. As the clock ticks every second closer to 12 of January, these feelings all get blended together and visions of failures and successes keep forming in my head. All I want is to get this over with as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the heavy stuff aside, yesterday Zhengwen and I went to NP's open house. Personally, I've been there umpteen times because of the simple fact that it is my school of choice. And all the talks and brochures were practically useless to me because I've more or less have a complete picture of the different courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like previous times, I saw many of my friends, like Ziying and Aaron, whom I have not seen for a while, and a few of my seniors. After that, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRC&lt;/span&gt; for pool. We played for an hour and went down to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt;. Daesiree and Grace were there for their interview, and Zhengwen decided to join in too. I'm not very sure about their commitment, but it sure would be nice to work with people that I actually can talk to. By the way, this new guy named Anthony joined us today, and I had totally no idea that he also from CCKSS. Never in my life have I seen this guy before in school. All I know is that he is from Bingxue's class or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, because of the counterfeit incident, my school conduct was greatly affected to the extent that I was ineligible for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eagles &lt;/span&gt;and service awards. But if tomorrow I don't get a page for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SGC&lt;/span&gt;, I am going to be very, very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how my results will turn out, Monday will be the last time that I'll ever be wearing CCKSS uniform, which will also be the last time that I am required to go back to that secondary school. I'll definitely still be going back for Scouts in the future, but that is another thing altogether. One thing's for sure: I am more than happy to leave this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N67, N87, N82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&gt; These are not Nokia phone models. These &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be my first three choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Quietly I leave, just as I quietly came, my sleeves are waving, not taking away a single cloud."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4386356195945853964?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4386356195945853964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4386356195945853964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4386356195945853964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4386356195945853964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/silent-is-cambridge-tonight.html' title='Silent is Cambridge tonight.'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5688269040272989086</id><published>2009-01-08T01:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:46:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 months of deep deep falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our 14th monthsary, we went on a date to catch a movie at Plaza Singapura. I guess you could say that we're quite lucky that we were able to catch the *super sneak* preview of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changeling&lt;/span&gt;, even though its been released in the states weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie, we walked around the mall. A few shops opened up at the higher levels selling movie and comic replicas and collectibles, which caught my interest. There were shops selling&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bleach&lt;/span&gt; katannas, and one that caught my eye was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;chigo's Tensa Zangetsu&lt;/span&gt;. Also they sold the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellboy's right hand of doom&lt;/span&gt;, and the sword/spear-like thingy from the latest movie used by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Prince Silverlance&lt;/span&gt;. And what I found was absolutely beautiful was they actually have a replica of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ultimate Thor's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mjolnir&lt;/span&gt;! Not just that, there's also&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sauron&lt;/span&gt;'s helmet and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bobo Fett&lt;/span&gt;'s. If only I'm super rich, I'll buy all those cool things just to play pretend with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTqNoaL7NI/AAAAAAAACB0/zFiwMLIH7Vs/s1600-h/HulkPromoArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTqNoaL7NI/AAAAAAAACB0/zFiwMLIH7Vs/s320/HulkPromoArt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288609382346255570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I simply got the sudden urge to get myself the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Red Hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; comic from Times, and so, after flipping a coin, I made a rash decision to get it. It was rash alright, I finished it even before my bus even reaches Woodlands. Come to think of it, it was really quite a stupid and irrational decision for me since I can easily download it on the Internet (opps) But heck, it was hell of a nice book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTqYDtmFJI/AAAAAAAACB8/KWfB2n6iBP8/s1600-h/Changeling_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTqYDtmFJI/AAAAAAAACB8/KWfB2n6iBP8/s400/Changeling_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288609561474110610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true story, Clint Eastwood, director of the movie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Changeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, didn't have to fictionalize much of the events considering the already complex nature of the actual incident. All he had to do was to make sure that he picks the right cast and film it the way we want to see it. And he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've read, many parts of the movie had been cut out to shorten its duration, which explains why the pace of the earlier part of the movie was so fast and abrupt. But it was the climax that really sucks you into the story. Frankly speaking, I am no fan of this type of classical genre of movie, and I would unquestionably switch to another channel if this was on TV. But after watching the show, I was really engrossed in the plot. This movie brought out every single element which I feel is crucial to how great the movie will be - humor, thriller, mystery, heart wrenching, etc. Needless to say, Angelina Jolie's performance was superbly awesome. The movie was also shot using a dim lighting, effectively creating just the right the atmosphere in the 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which deserves my applause was the strong themes featured in the movie. Thats when my literature studies come into place. The movie emphasizes on various themes which reflects on life in the 30s, and how desperate a mother is willing to go just to be reunited with her son. You gotta go catch it to see it for yourself. Great movie, its definitely worth the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTtmJ9ILNI/AAAAAAAACCE/vGm9EmKeCSo/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTtmJ9ILNI/AAAAAAAACCE/vGm9EmKeCSo/s200/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288613102202924242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: NEXT MONDAY, &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 of JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Day Which Will Decide the Rest of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5688269040272989086?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5688269040272989086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5688269040272989086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5688269040272989086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5688269040272989086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='14 months of deep deep falling'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWTqNoaL7NI/AAAAAAAACB0/zFiwMLIH7Vs/s72-c/HulkPromoArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4359392527050730839</id><published>2009-01-06T22:14:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:02:28.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Turkey Bowling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a lovely day for a day at the beach. The Sun was at its best, a slight breeze cools the air. Best of all, everybody else was either in school or at work, except some 30000 graduated students like me, waiting for our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and I met up at Harbourfront in the morning, and together we went to Sentosa. We took the tram to Tanjong Beach, since most of Siloso was under construction. It was no problem finding a good spot over there since the beach was pretty much empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tanned for a while to get rid of my diamond shape tan tattoo(FINALLY) After a few hours there, we packed up and left for Vivo City for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWNnvGY-aHI/AAAAAAAACA0/JXLk4yBIi4E/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWNnvGY-aHI/AAAAAAAACA0/JXLk4yBIi4E/s200/DSC01212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184446329972850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN4oXtD3nI/AAAAAAAACBU/h2zAUZjpj9k/s1600-h/Image001+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN4oXtD3nI/AAAAAAAACBU/h2zAUZjpj9k/s200/Image001+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203022416207474" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWNnvKdyibI/AAAAAAAACAs/haA_B38remA/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWNnvKdyibI/AAAAAAAACAs/haA_B38remA/s200/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184447423908274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN5-j_C9BI/AAAAAAAACBk/M2ypN3w6bFw/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN5-j_C9BI/AAAAAAAACBk/M2ypN3w6bFw/s200/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204503181620242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN5-IbiGWI/AAAAAAAACBc/m6AdjHr76Vs/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN5-IbiGWI/AAAAAAAACBc/m6AdjHr76Vs/s200/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204495784909154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWN4U2JWbDI/AAAAAAAACBM/ImyS5bAkMyI/s1600-h/Image001+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4359392527050730839?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4359392527050730839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4359392527050730839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4359392527050730839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4359392527050730839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Lets Turkey Bowling!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWNnvGY-aHI/AAAAAAAACA0/JXLk4yBIi4E/s72-c/DSC01212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4888600438469606944</id><published>2009-01-04T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:40:59.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His reputation preceed himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I accompanied Annsoon to get his clothes yesterday. But you could call it shopping if you may. Our first stop was Marina, then we went to Bugis, but we had no luck at either places. Thus, we went to Vivo. I wasn't supposed to be buying anything, but I just couldn't resist and I ended up buying more stuff than Annsoon. That $200 I spent on clothes, Carl's Jr, and Ip Man yesterday is definitely coming out of last month's pay T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SV_DLw1FA6I/AAAAAAAACAc/Y-mZzVOh6rE/s1600-h/Ipmanposter02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SV_DLw1FA6I/AAAAAAAACAc/Y-mZzVOh6rE/s400/Ipmanposter02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287159094409757602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. Truly the work of a master. As a avid fan of martial art films,&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ip Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has got to be the best one of that genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot was captivating, the pace of the movie was good, the cast was well picked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Donnie Yen &lt;/span&gt;was somewhat a perfect fit for the role; normal-looking everyday man with a certain flair of personal pride and honor in his eyes, you could never tell that he is a master of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Wing Chun&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, not forgetting Ip Man's hot wife, played by starry eyed HK model &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Lynn Hung&lt;/span&gt;. But the best part of it all is all the breath taking fight scenes, choreographed by Sammo Hung, the best of the best in Kungfu films. A strike on the neck, a punch directed at the collar bone, followed by a roundhouse kick, chain punches akin to firing a machine gun - all of these were nothing short of spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ip Man's mannerism that actually caught my attention. You gotta admit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Donnie Yen &lt;/span&gt;definitely has a face that looks even more guai lan than mine. But under that exterior, Ip Man is a very humble man, and keeps a very low profile despite being victorious in all his fights. Unlike other masters, he does not accept disciples (not until he moved to Hongkong) nor does he announce to others of his incredible victories, not even his own wife. In many ways, he is the opposite of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Huo Yuanjia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, both movies have much in common. Both Ip Man and the latter had one retard friend that does business and knows nothing about wushu. But the thing is that Ip manages his pride much better than Huo, and is a better husband. Ip Man is cool yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWBX7qxDkwI/AAAAAAAACAk/XLwkujZGcd8/s1600-h/PHuC5BuC5ppRxC_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SWBX7qxDkwI/AAAAAAAACAk/XLwkujZGcd8/s400/PHuC5BuC5ppRxC_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287322645136904962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wasn't really up to my expectation of a Adam Sandler's movie. Not that the movie wasn't good, but I really have fairly high expectations of his movies. Like all Sandler's movie, there was the heartwarming part, but it just wasn't epic enough. The storyline was too far fetched for me, and the pace of the movie was too fast. I only liked the part where Rob Schneider appeared, and thats about it. I think they just put too much effort into the marketing of the movie that they neglected the actual thing. Not a bad show if you're still 12, I'd say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4888600438469606944?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4888600438469606944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4888600438469606944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4888600438469606944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4888600438469606944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-word-brilliant.html' title='His reputation preceed himself'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SV_DLw1FA6I/AAAAAAAACAc/Y-mZzVOh6rE/s72-c/Ipmanposter02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7746395312683752626</id><published>2009-01-02T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:42:38.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot's Guide to Fire Resistance</title><content type='html'>First day of school, you are studying and I am at home watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;/span&gt;, how cool is that? Unlike previous years, I don't actually feel like going back to school this time round. All I feel like doing is to go back to kick some ass and make some mess (waitamin it rhymes!) with JC. How I miss those good old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I weren't even watching Dora the Explorer to begin with. That was just some random opening sentence to add a little humor into my post. I was woken up by Wenxuan at 7am because he has decided to skip the first day of school. To be honest, I don't actually encourage that, but heck, I'm still gonna try my best to help him through his O levels this year anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we actually wanted to watch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ip Man&lt;/span&gt;, which I really really really felt like watching, but we missed the timing, so we decided to go play badminton instead. It wasn't a bad idea though, considering the fact that I have barely been exercising at all for the past month and all I've been doing was to munch on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Real McCoy's&lt;/span&gt; while watching TV. We booked the court at CCK Stadium and played for around 2 hours before going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep infront of the TV and hours later, my dad woke me up to go fetch my sis at the airport. Her flight was transfered to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T3&lt;/span&gt;, and we waited for quite some time before she finally arrived. All her friend's luggage weighed below 20kg and hers hit 30kg and still need to use cling wrap to make sure that the luggage doesn't pop - so I guess I don't need to describe how many things she bought. I even had trouble carrying it to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She missed the delicacies in Singapore, so we drove to Chomp Chomp to satisfy all her cravings at one shot. BBQ stingray, chicken wings, crayfish, hokkien mee - just to name some of the things we ate. I really love Chomp Chop; all the food, the ambiance, and the people, everything there is just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks. Lots of snacks. 2 bags full of tea leaves for my grandpa and more snacks for the rest of us. Although I expected a little bit more things, but I'm quite contented with what I got. A purple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ecko&lt;/span&gt; hoodie, which is supposed to be flame retardant. I didn't really like it at first, but since its from my sister, I guess it'll do. And I finally got my aviators! That is 2 items off my wishlist and now I can concentrate on getting more costly things like a new full-sus bike and a new laptop. &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7746395312683752626?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7746395312683752626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7746395312683752626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7746395312683752626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7746395312683752626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/idiots-guide-to-fire-resistance.html' title='Idiot&apos;s Guide to Fire Resistance'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6860853708349948581</id><published>2009-01-01T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:57:10.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, a new adventure unfolds</title><content type='html'>First up, wishing everybody a Happy New Year! I was too damn tired to blog yesterday night, or rather, early in the morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine came over yesterday, and we ordered Pizza Hut delivery to my house for breakfast cum lunch. We went to Causeway Point after that and I went to work from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the last day of 2008 and I spent it at work. How sad is that. Plus the fact that one of my managers (I have like 6 managers or something) was a total bitch. The rest of them were very very nice to me, except this particular Filipino one, whom happens to be on the same shift as me yesterday. Firstly, I had real difficultly understanding what she's saying under that thick pinoi accent despite the fact that I've more or less grasp the fundamentals of the pinoi language. She was like saying,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "Jason, extra, extra, get the extra"&lt;/span&gt; and 5 minutes later I realised that she wanted me to get the fucking coffee extract. And I hated the fact that she forces to take over anything that I'm doing, not because she's trying to be helpful or something, but to show me how its done. Comeon man, I'm more that capable of making one simple cup of ice blended, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the outlet was gonna be as empty as a ghost town probably because people will go somewhere else for the countdown, but hell was I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. There was a slam all the way until closing, and there wasn't even time for a break. I was doing like 10 orders at a shot, when suddenly, a Mr Ong appeared on the order board and ordered a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; caramel ice blended&lt;/span&gt;. I was so damn busy that I almost didn't notice that it was Mr Ong Yu Haw, a.k.a Giant and being such a nice guy he came over to the outlet. He's the second guy so far to come visit me at work, the first being Zian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Low also came over minutes before closing time at 3am. I rushed finished everything I was supposed to do and the both of us took a cab back to my house, and then we went over to Daesiree's house. Although we missed out all the fun and the countdown and stuff, we ate steamboat at her house at 3am which was kinda crazy. We chatted until 5 before finally leaving the house. It was actually quite heartening when good friends like this visit and go celebrate with me just for the fun of it. Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6860853708349948581?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6860853708349948581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6860853708349948581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6860853708349948581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6860853708349948581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-adventure-unfolds.html' title='2009, a new adventure unfolds'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8804905528944099210</id><published>2008-12-30T20:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:29:13.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm still very pissed off with myself over the fact that I agreed to work closing on New Year's Eve before I even gave a thought about it. All my friends will be happily out and enjoying themselves while I'm fucking stuck at Railmall making latte for ghosts as I seriously doubt if anybody is even going to be counting down in a Coffee Bean outlet. Rrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a very rocky year, filled with many ups and downs (thats just life, isn't it?) I've made many achievements, namely in Scouts which I've sculpted a name for myself in the district, contributed much of my time to many different events. But in the later part of the year, my passion was almost crushed when Mr Chua Boon Woo, who wasn't even a Scout to start with, almost banished me from the troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I got into one of the biggest shit ever in 2008, which was the counterfeit incident. That was a real deep cut for me. But it wasn't the act itself, it was the aftermath. Impressions changed, attitudes shifted, and things got more difficult for me. What I regretted the most was the failure to receive the Eagles award, which could easily back up all my claims in my SGC. That was seriously fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun, real fun with Jonathan Cheng, one of the bestest friend I could ever have. We messed this fucking school big time man. We were the practical jokers in the school, causing much destruction to this pathetic school, but it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the resolutions I've set myself earlier this year, let us take a look at how many I've actually completed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 Find a way to fix my minor case of dysarthria. Okay, its not really serious but it gets irritating when 'dentist' sounds like 'panties'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Checked. I believe my articulation is perfecto now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 Stop laughing or making fun of the mentally challenged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 Become a Venture! or even a troop leader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Checked, and I think I did both. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4 L1R4 of below 13and get into the poly &amp;amp; the course I want. Dont ask me why 13. I just don't like that number today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Not checked, but I'll check it soon (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5 Buff up, AGAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Still too lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6 Invest. In just about anything that makes money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I lost even more money :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7 Smile more. Dont ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Checked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8 Spend as much time as I can with Sunshine, since we'll not have much time with each other this year.&lt;/p&gt;- Checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 2009's just 1 day away, and it will definitely be a brand new experience for me after my secondary life. New environment, new people, new things to learn but still the kuku old Jason Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVxwt9CbzvI/AAAAAAAACAU/TC7rzf8XSbg/s1600-h/02-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVxwt9CbzvI/AAAAAAAACAU/TC7rzf8XSbg/s400/02-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286223997407317746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IS THIS FUCKING SHIT COOL OR WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8804905528944099210?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8804905528944099210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8804905528944099210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8804905528944099210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8804905528944099210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-fucking-shit-cool-or-what.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVxwt9CbzvI/AAAAAAAACAU/TC7rzf8XSbg/s72-c/02-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-873853072293774996</id><published>2008-12-30T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:30:27.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eX2/3, the Huns and the Barbarians</title><content type='html'>I didn't actually expect much fun from the ex 2/3 barbeque today, but I had a whale of a time. It was definitely worth the time. I had loads of fun and did some catching up with old classmates. I haven't interacted with some of them for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented some bikes and cycled to Bedok jetty for the nice breeze. I really like that place for some reason. Maybe thats because its what I enjoy most in life; the Sun, the sea, the clouds and the wind, oh, and a fishing rod just to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip the boring usual barbeque routine details. The attendance wasnt too shabby, quite a lot of people came. The food was much better than usual ones that I go to. As long as there's barbequed prawns, I'd be contented. Good thing was that they didn't eat much, and I got most of the food for myself. HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax of the day was perhaps when we started playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dare&lt;/span&gt; again. It was undenialbly hilarious, thanks to some of the things we were able to come up with, such as when Giant lost, he had to wear a helmet we made out of aluminium foil on his head and walk across the road, failing his arms, and into the toilet, and finally buying a bottle of apple tea from the vending machine. Trust me, it was so epic that a lot of people were bursting out in laughter. Weizhang lost a round and he had to put plastic cup inside his shirt as boobs and walked towards a stranger like a whore. Jianyi laid in the middle of the bicycle lane and played dead for 3 minutes. Dare is just so fucking fun when everybody is so enthu and on when they play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all had to seperate and take cab home as we missed the last bus. Just our luck. But it sure was fun while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-873853072293774996?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/873853072293774996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=873853072293774996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/873853072293774996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/873853072293774996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/ex23-huns-and-barbarians.html' title='eX2/3, the Huns and the Barbarians'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1284006354579956565</id><published>2008-12-27T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:06:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunken frenzy</title><content type='html'>It is 15 to 5am now and I've just got back home from work. We missed the transport due to a delay, so my boss decided to treat us to supper and fetch us back by taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really dramatic happened at work today, one that by far is the most interesting thing that I've seen since I started working. A Korean drunkard came in and ordered two Blueberry Murrain and one of my colleagues accidentally keyed in 3, and that guy went frenzy. He started to shout in broken English and scolded my friend dishonest. When my manager confronted him, he threw the money at my manager and the two men stared at each other for half a minute before that guy went crazy again. Then my colleagues forced me to go return the money to him, and halfway back I suddenly felt a strong jerk at my back and when I turned back, I saw the guy pulling onto my apron and right after that he put his arm on my shoulders. To my surprise, my manager had already called the police, which I thought was unnecessary at all, considering the fact that technically the guy didnt actually do anything wrong. But I heard that he knelt down infront of my manager and the cops to apologize. If only things like that happens everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote, I'm finally getting more and more confident with my EB. Now I can finally do something other than wait for blender boy to be called before I get into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After closing, my boss treated us to roti prata. Not much of a choice since it was like 4am. But the best thing about the day was that I brought home one fucking WHOLE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHICAGO CHEESECAKE!&lt;/span&gt; How shiok is that? That will at least last for 1 more week for me. Anyone that comes to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; must try Chicago Cheesecake, it's the best there is. Lucky me get to enjoy one piece for supper right now! Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1284006354579956565?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1284006354579956565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1284006354579956565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1284006354579956565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1284006354579956565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunken-frenzy.html' title='drunken frenzy'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8479145084229398554</id><published>2008-12-25T04:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:53:10.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, yohoho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 5 in the morning and I've just sent my friends off from my home after mahjong and watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bobby Lee&lt;/span&gt; on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt; started with me at lazing at home in the morning. I finally did myself a favor by getting off my lazy butt and subscribing to the kid's basic group on cable, because I've been watching so many documentaries(namely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nat Geo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History Channel&lt;/span&gt;) for the past few weeks and sometimes I just have the urge to revert back to some old school cartoons just to let my imagination run loose for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Bugis for my date with Sunshine after she was out from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le Grande&lt;/span&gt;. We strolled to Haji lane to look for her Christmas present, and we managed to find the picnic basket she's been whining for months and got it at a cheap deal along with a 'free gift'. Just how lucky can we get?&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Bugis and I got myself a new watch, a Christmas present to myself. I just hope that I don't lose this one like all the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt; didn't fit, so we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/span&gt; for a filling dinner instead. We had lots of crazy ideas(as usual) but of course, we didn't really take any actions. We decided to bet on the bill, and Sunshine was 1 cent away from the actual price! But the food was good and filling, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjN52e5wI/AAAAAAAAB-U/uIlwca7CSfE/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjN52e5wI/AAAAAAAAB-U/uIlwca7CSfE/s200/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283464772121978626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKvDFqFdeI/AAAAAAAACAE/c5q7eOxipO4/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKvDFqFdeI/AAAAAAAACAE/c5q7eOxipO4/s200/DSC01150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477780452177378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This is my favourite, Hana maki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjO7JnZtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/uMi5y5rUOkc/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjO7JnZtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/uMi5y5rUOkc/s200/DSC01152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283464789650532050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKu1jWkmfI/AAAAAAAAB_8/fRBqyjIbuZE/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKu1jWkmfI/AAAAAAAAB_8/fRBqyjIbuZE/s200/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477547905227250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKtoDjurGI/AAAAAAAAB_s/etXVkEqKajM/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKtoDjurGI/AAAAAAAAB_s/etXVkEqKajM/s200/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283476216520551522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjt_tXyAI/AAAAAAAAB_E/rKLn_O1A5dY/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjt_tXyAI/AAAAAAAAB_E/rKLn_O1A5dY/s200/DSC01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283465323450189826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKtnhiTxNI/AAAAAAAAB_c/hKrZDaQyLwM/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKtnhiTxNI/AAAAAAAAB_c/hKrZDaQyLwM/s200/DSC01153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283476207387788498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKtn0vfw_I/AAAAAAAAB_k/NeLILm6YgU4/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKtn0vfw_I/AAAAAAAAB_k/NeLILm6YgU4/s200/DSC01158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283476212543374322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjtyxQmPI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6R2CuWnUx1Y/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjtyxQmPI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6R2CuWnUx1Y/s200/DSC01170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283465319976835314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjQ-iSN2I/AAAAAAAAB-0/vo5U1OUsifk/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjQ-iSN2I/AAAAAAAAB-0/vo5U1OUsifk/s200/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283464824919045986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a bomb just these few days alone. I realised that ever since I got my card, I've been splurging because of the convenience of having it around. And my savings are dropping below the amount that I was supposed to keep to. Yesterday I spent $55 on my hair, including colour and treatment, but it was money well spent. I just hope that my pay comes fast fast fast and more more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to BPP and met Boontat, Eugene, Annsoon, Hongping and LCM to chill. I've been celebrating Christmas with Boontat for the past 4 years of my life, and how could we miss this year out? We came over to my place to play a few rounds of mahjong and after that, we walked around the neighborhood to spread the Chirstmas spirit to everyone we encounter, which really isnt alot. We were like drunkards shouting in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Macdonalds to play Dare, and did some really crazy stuff like drinking chilli and ketchup from a straw to giving random people paper roses. The real funny ones are the one where Hongping went into 7Eleven to ask for a durian flavoured condom and the one where Eugene hailed a cab and asked the Uncle to fetch him to the nearest Pokemon centre. It was freaking hilarious I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending Christmas Day at work, and that means $DOUBLE PAY$! &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Booyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKuUipe1NI/AAAAAAAAB_0/Lv8m_y3bTcA/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKuUipe1NI/AAAAAAAAB_0/Lv8m_y3bTcA/s200/DSC01176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283476980780422354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8479145084229398554?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8479145084229398554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8479145084229398554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8479145084229398554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8479145084229398554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yohoho.html' title='Merry Christmas, yohoho!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SVKjN52e5wI/AAAAAAAAB-U/uIlwca7CSfE/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7867437851217625170</id><published>2008-12-23T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:23:40.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backbreaking Christmas</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7 in the morning today, snoozed my alarm clock for the next half an hour, and scrambled out of bed and rushed down to Redhill for the centralized training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the training room fifteen minutes late, but luckily I didn't miss much. I sat there for the next 7 hours for the Espresso lesson. It was really really boring, but thank god that the trainer was nice, but a little gay. Once again, I managed to escape without having to do hands on and be embarrassed in front of the class. I almost couldn't take it anymore, so once the class was dismissed I immediately rushed out to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that on the way back home, thinking that I could finally get a break after so many tiring days, my colleagues called and requested me to come down to work closing. If you know me, you'll know that I become very soft hearted when people ask me very nicely so in the end, I forsake my rest and went down to the Railmall to work. Luckily there wasn't much customers, so I had the time to practice what I learned earlier in the morning, although I've forgotten most of them already, and it took quite a while for me to recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get 2 full days of rest after today. How nice would it be for someone to give me a massage and a nice gentle back rub to go with it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7867437851217625170?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7867437851217625170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7867437851217625170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7867437851217625170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7867437851217625170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/backbreaking-christmas.html' title='backbreaking Christmas'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7243720302137074293</id><published>2008-12-22T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:06:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5p0H0LxzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/EFTdZccPfIs/s1600-h/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5p0H0LxzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/EFTdZccPfIs/s400/DSC04098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275757124208434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, I'm shagged, I'm hungry, I'm have a terrible sunburn and I have no idea what time is it now. But besides all that, I totally enjoyed this chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, at first I did not think that this chalet was gonna be much fun. This chalet was utterly sudden, and it was only on the day before that I contacted everybody. I was expecting to leave by the second day because I actually thought that many people would leave by then. Just a handful of us met up before going, and we never thought that so many would join us later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changi Sailing Club&lt;/span&gt;, we got our resort keys and settled down in the room for a few rounds of mahjong, courtesy of yours truly. The Sailing Club looks really really nice and is really windy since its just along the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qez3fXgI/AAAAAAAAB88/0D_zKcFr24E/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qez3fXgI/AAAAAAAAB88/0D_zKcFr24E/s200/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276490503740930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qe6a3PaI/AAAAAAAAB80/scekFTB_8lY/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qe6a3PaI/AAAAAAAAB80/scekFTB_8lY/s200/DSC01122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276492262718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, we went down for the barbeque. But unlike the usual barbeques that we have, this time round we didn't have to pay a single cent and we still got to enjoy good food without lifting a hand because theres a chef who barbeques good stuff such as mutton kebab, squids with crab meat inside, huge sausages and other stuff. There's even a buffet and a bar, and got some wine and hard liquor along with the good food. This is seriously the life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented some bikes overnight from Changi Village, which was a stone's throw away from where we were staying. Among the few bikes that we rented, Boontat insisted on getting the two seater, so in the end we were actually moving and stopping once in a while to wait for the two gays to get on with it. We cycled all the way out to the main road, and halfway down to White Sands where we got our fishing bait and decided to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qe6WI3VI/AAAAAAAAB9E/YaAWSVZWTfA/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qe6WI3VI/AAAAAAAAB9E/YaAWSVZWTfA/s200/DSC01126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276492242902354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the resort, Eugene's mom prepared a wonderful steamboat just for supper. After that, we went to walk around, and I walked to the jetty to fish. I just love to fish, especially at night. And after so many tries, I finally caught a fish! It was an average size one, but I was contented with what I caught. We released it back into the sea afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5q_lQkgII/AAAAAAAAB9s/31GpqwqKyOQ/s1600-h/DSC04108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5q_lQkgII/AAAAAAAAB9s/31GpqwqKyOQ/s200/DSC04108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282277053518086274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.30am in the morning after high tide, we decided to go for a swim in the swimming pool. The water was so fucking cold that we all went in excitedly and came out shivering and all you can hear is the clicking of our teeth. But it was kinda fun to swim in the morning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5rq89DmWI/AAAAAAAAB90/13cYHn05SGs/s1600-h/DSC04111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5rq89DmWI/AAAAAAAAB90/13cYHn05SGs/s320/DSC04111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282277798613064034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming in the pool, we went up to the bar to play pool all the way until the next morning. Tingwei, Junqing and Alvin joined us after their basketball chalet ended, which coincidentally happened to be just beside our chalet. We cycled back to CV to have our breakfast and return the bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that the water in the pool would become warmer when the sun comes out, but somehow it was even colder than before. I took a nap on the bench, and when I woke up an hour later, my body was sunburnt and there was a diamond shape tan tattoo on my chest, which I assumed was because someone was flying a bloody kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU_I4wVrdVI/AAAAAAAAB-M/zSGwiDTgBl8/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU_I4wVrdVI/AAAAAAAAB-M/zSGwiDTgBl8/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282661765302941010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go fishing upon Junqing's request again, this time we went further down to the Kelong Walk. The wind was strong, and I know it was a bad time to fish. Just as we were about to leave and pack up, Junqing fished up an abomination that was totally out of this world. It looks, according to some, like a bottle scrub, but it has spiky hair along the sides, a tip that looks like a penis and wriggles just like a worm. It wriggled its was into one of the slits between the jetty board and dropped back into the sea. Whatever it was, it was unquestionably gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5q_H0a2MI/AAAAAAAAB9c/3b-IZ0um8iw/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5q_H0a2MI/AAAAAAAAB9c/3b-IZ0um8iw/s200/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282277045615384770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5q_G-KnjI/AAAAAAAAB9k/4aSq6N4p5PE/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5q_G-KnjI/AAAAAAAAB9k/4aSq6N4p5PE/s200/DSC01131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282277045387828786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take leave so I had no choice but to rush home all the way from Changi and rush down to work. When I reached my workplace, I realised that my presence was unimportant as there wasn't even any crowd and tons of my colleagues were there. What the fuck man. My dad fetched me all the way back to Changi at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annsoon was feeling terrible from all that drinking when I came back, so the rest of us went to CV for supper. We walked around looking for trannies and indeed we saw many. Some of them looks really hot in fact, but once they open their mouths its nightmare. Some of us were so scared of being close to them while people like Tingwei purposely walked close to them. While looking at one, suddenly we heard a car honk behind us and I saw my parents in their car, whom I suspect them to also be looking for trannies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The what was now a large group of us walked to Old Changi Hospital, but before I even led them to the stairs Alvin was feeling nausea and we decided to head back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;We went fishing during high tide again but we had no luck this time. We became so desperate that we actually started to make our own crab net to catch crabs. After that we all went back to our rooms to sleep, even though I stayed up for the rest of the night chatting with Alvin because I couldn't really sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qfdLS1kI/AAAAAAAAB9M/-MPa2CDwai0/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5qfdLS1kI/AAAAAAAAB9M/-MPa2CDwai0/s200/DSC01127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276501592659522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we began to pack up and got ready to check out. We decided to go OCH again in the morning, but the sun was shining bright and it wasn't any fun nor exciting at all.&lt;br /&gt;We had our breakfast at Tampines, and I managed to see Sunshine with her new short hair(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU58N3IKZWI/AAAAAAAAB98/g2OJR1ybMy0/s1600-h/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU58N3IKZWI/AAAAAAAAB98/g2OJR1ybMy0/s320/DSC04097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282295990530499938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU58OUNRVKI/AAAAAAAAB-E/3jkcHAUHP7k/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU58OUNRVKI/AAAAAAAAB-E/3jkcHAUHP7k/s320/DSC04099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282295998336554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5p0ZtyC3I/AAAAAAAAB8k/fxpSVePaWd0/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5p0ZtyC3I/AAAAAAAAB8k/fxpSVePaWd0/s400/DSC04101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275761929194354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all about it man. I still have EB lessons tomorrow morning at Redhill, so I better get some sleep before I doze off in class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7243720302137074293?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7243720302137074293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7243720302137074293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7243720302137074293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7243720302137074293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SU5p0H0LxzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/EFTdZccPfIs/s72-c/DSC04098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8688850667234714413</id><published>2008-12-19T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:47:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-men Origins: Wolverine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;teaser trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271543564" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=4943371001&amp;amp;playerId=271543564&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="486" height="412"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8688850667234714413?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8688850667234714413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8688850667234714413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8688850667234714413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8688850667234714413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-men-origins-wolverine.html' title='X-men Origins: Wolverine'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8924151737340954698</id><published>2008-12-19T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:37:07.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging by a thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, it does sucks to hear the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUqCFMLJizI/AAAAAAAAB8M/oHz250IPd78/s1600-h/YesManPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUqCFMLJizI/AAAAAAAAB8M/oHz250IPd78/s400/YesManPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281176538724272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/span&gt; today down at Tampines Mall with Theresha. An average show, loads of slapstick humor, really one that I would recommend if you just want to laugh it all out. Interesting concept based on the true story, however, the plot is too predictable yet unrealistic, thus it made parts of the movie kind of boring. I would really like to comment about Jim Carrey's performance in recent years. Many years back, I used to think Carrey's the greatest comedian in the scene, but now, he's simply just good at making himself look retarded and go crazy all of a sudden, which may induce a few laughters depending on how crazy he looks. Its kind of disappointing to see his performances go down the drain. I guess the times have changed for funny guys like Adam Sandler and Jack Black to take over the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy for Wenxuan that he passed his N levels. But don't be over the edge yet, remember, this time, you're lucky. The next time you will definitely have to work hard if you don't want to stay in the same school longer than the 6 years you stayed in primary school. You're probably muttering behind the screen saying that I'm naggy or whatsoever, but you know its for your own sake man. If not, you can always come to the genius for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to the chalet with my friends tomorrow. It was a sudden decision, no organization at all, but we still decided to go for it. How spontaneous can it get? Thats how you should live your life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUqKGwnqElI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ADmSbCW6aVw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUqKGwnqElI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ADmSbCW6aVw/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281185361780413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. Betcha didn't see that coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8924151737340954698?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8924151737340954698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8924151737340954698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8924151737340954698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8924151737340954698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/hanging-by-thread.html' title='hanging by a thread'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUqCFMLJizI/AAAAAAAAB8M/oHz250IPd78/s72-c/YesManPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4081039328044001850</id><published>2008-12-16T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:02:38.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is too big a word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUfLFAurBPI/AAAAAAAAB8E/c9NHQYFV6jY/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUfLFAurBPI/AAAAAAAAB8E/c9NHQYFV6jY/s400/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412375070737650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twilight &lt;/span&gt;today with Hongping at Vivo City after he went for his interview at Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad show, really. Lasting for 2 hours, this show managed to pull me in with a good plot. The cast was well chosen, each giving life to the characters in which they portray. One thing that failed in the movie was the special effects. All that flying and tree climbing looks dubiously fantasy-like which wasn't very convincing at all. But still, the storyline and the mythology that transcends the movie covers all that was lacking. I especially liked the eerie and cold feeling which the movie gives you. Its almost like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Adam's Family&lt;/span&gt; come to life. Oh btw, I don't even think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;, a.k.a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt; is hot (in the point of view of a guy) despite being convinced by the general public that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we had our combined breakfast + lunch + dinner at Carl's Jr. I went to shop for my cap and found a really cool one at River Island, but sadly, my pay, for some reason, was still not transferred yet. Then we wanted to go play pool but the shop was down, so we went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really confused now. Sometimes I just wish that things were so much simpler, but inside I know that I'm just deceiving myself. Your uncertainties, they are killing me inside out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart breaks, and it will take some time to piece it together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4081039328044001850?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4081039328044001850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4081039328044001850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4081039328044001850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4081039328044001850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-too-big-word.html' title='Love is too big a word'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUfLFAurBPI/AAAAAAAAB8E/c9NHQYFV6jY/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5690365339221646367</id><published>2008-12-15T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:27:38.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday, Sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm definitely not the most lovable and caring brother out there, but I'm really glad to have a sister like you. Even though you're not very bright, nor very caring, nor very fun, and sometimes a little selfish, and a little gross at times, and extremely retarded; you gotta be the coolest sister one could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm somewhere in Singapore and I don't have a street directory, I know I can always call you to know how to get around. When we go shopping, I just simply have to sit back while you help me pick out clothes, although along the way you will end up buying more clothes for yourself, but it doesn't matter. When the teachers want to look for mom, I know I can count on you. When I wake up feeling hungry, I know you will treat me to breakfast. You are like sort of a fashion consultant to me - whenever I am at a loss of what to wear, I know I can count on you for advice, and it'd never be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are one hell of a cool sister, sister. Not very smart, but yeah, still cool. Well, you know how poor your little bro is to even afford a gift, but I guess you'd be happy with your new&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HTC Touch Diamond &lt;/span&gt;huh? You'll be flying off to Shanghai tomorrow. While you're gone, I suppose mom and dad's gonna annoy the hell out of me. But, whatever, take care of yourself, and don't forget to bring back loads of presents :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5690365339221646367?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5690365339221646367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5690365339221646367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5690365339221646367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5690365339221646367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-204698917230239374</id><published>2008-12-13T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:31:02.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Wong Hong Ping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to enjoy having a packed schedule for the holidays. In fact, its so packed now that I'm cherishing every minute of rest I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny, Justin and Yijie came over to my house today for some hardcore mahjong and cards. We started to bet with the chips and within a few hours I lost all my chips. Looks like my luck ain't very good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went out for lunch and then I met another clique of my friends for basketball. Even for basketball I was really down on luck. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just to make this post longer, I shall talk about my work at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; so far. Seriously speaking, I dread going to work all the time. Firstly, I'm kind of anti social I barely talk to anyone over there unless I need help or something. Another reason is because most of the time the Malays are speaking among themselves and I find it hard to converse with them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the pay is f-u-c-k-i-n-g P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C. The work is simply too tough and not worth it for a mere 4 dollars an hour. The only job that I can think of which offer less than that are perhaps the jobs at fast food restaurant, and I have no idea why people would even consider working there. Its almost equivalent to slavery if you asked me. For my job, 4bucks an hour is definitely too little weighed in comparison to the amount of work I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I realised that I'm just not cut out to work in the service industry. As those of you who might know me personally, I am definitely the kind of person that enjoys being served rather than serving other people. Some people call that son of a bitch, but I just call that living life. Sometimes I get really pissed off with some customers. For example, one time, this old woman scolded me and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"IS EVERYBODY DEAF AROUND HERE?!"&lt;/span&gt; and before my brain could process, I already blurted out this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"MDM, ARE YOU BLIND? CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M CURRENTLY BUSY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I put down what I was doing and walked off. Now you can call that being a son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get some really cool benefits though. For example, I get to learn all about making coffee and stuff like that. And the food I get is really nice, like for breakfast I love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;eggs benz&lt;/span&gt; and I simply love&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; salmon caesar salad&lt;/span&gt;. And I think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; pure chocolate ice blended &lt;/span&gt;simply rocks like no tomorrow. One meal easily cost $20 but since its duty meal its like completely free. One more thing about work there is that sometimes you can see really hot milfs, but of course, see no touch lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-204698917230239374?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/204698917230239374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=204698917230239374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/204698917230239374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/204698917230239374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-me-that-im-special-even-when-i.html' title='tell me that i&apos;m special even when i know i&apos;m not'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3426081528924486441</id><published>2008-12-12T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:01:39.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFVUQqhBFI/AAAAAAAAB78/XGqByBYdmoE/s1600-h/empty-fuel-gauge-%7E-drv147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFVUQqhBFI/AAAAAAAAB78/XGqByBYdmoE/s200/empty-fuel-gauge-%7E-drv147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278594044813968466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There goes the last of my fuel reserve. I'm completely shagged out now. I actually thought that this week would be a very busy week, but I ended up canceling all my plans to stay with my Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began three days ago. I spent the day before the camp fishing with my friends right after work work and more work. While preparing the bait, I accidentally slashed my palm, and almost half of the blade sank into my palm. So much blood was oozing out that it took an entire packet of tissue paper to wipe it clean. Luckily I was able to administer first aid on the wound quickly enough, while my bastard friends stood around doing nothing except for Boontat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scouts camp that was organized by the Sec 3s themselves started out rocky, but with some reprimanding here and some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "knock-it-downs"&lt;/span&gt; there, it wasn't long before they began to take things seriously, and of course, that produced some visible results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organization of the camp was a total EPIC FAIL. I do not even consider their piece of paper a plan. It was slipshod with no details, no contingency plan, no risk assessment nor were they prepare for the unexpected, which simply equals to nothing more than a piece of paper with ink on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day morning was disastrous. They started out late, and their schedule snowballed into a giant piece of shit with no aim of where its going. The flag break was one of the worse one I've ever seen yet, and if it was up to me I'd just go crazy on the spot. Less than 2 hours into the camp and us Ventures couldn't stand it anymore but to step in and make sure this camp remains proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canceled my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EB lesson&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCGS dance concert&lt;/span&gt; just so I could stay throughout the camp as the sec 3s needed manpower. The sec 3s assumed control back on the second day, and we could see that they indeed redeemed themselves and did a much better job compared to the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFUWwNZY1I/AAAAAAAAB7s/vm61DhYr9XE/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFUWwNZY1I/AAAAAAAAB7s/vm61DhYr9XE/s320/DSC01115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592988129878866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second night, we took the train to Marina Bay and set off on a night expedition back to school from there. There were 7 checkpoints in total, the first being Marina, followed by Botanical Gardens, then to Bouna Vista MRT, and then to Old Turf Club, and to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve, then to Bukit Batok Nature Park and the last checkpoint being CCKSS. It was a hike of no difficulty for the Ventures, but to the boys it was a distance that they had never attempted. The total distance was approximately 30 kilometres, half of what we used to do, and they took around 8 hours to complete the entire distance. This time, Im hiking as a Venture, so all we had to do was just to follow them. It was fun nevertheless; our group appears to have enjoyed themselves and I could see the effort and perserverence in most of them. Great job for them during the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFUTAfEE1I/AAAAAAAAB7U/AGkiTSZbOQA/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFUTAfEE1I/AAAAAAAAB7U/AGkiTSZbOQA/s200/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592923779470162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFUT_199-I/AAAAAAAAB7k/5m3o99_UTK8/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFUT_199-I/AAAAAAAAB7k/5m3o99_UTK8/s200/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592940786972642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping until Sir Reza came back to tekan the boys, but after they've completely cleared the area they were dismissed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this camp was considered slack. The only real challange posed was the lack of sleep, although there were plenty of time for rest. Very little amount of punishment in exchange for lesser sleep time, not a very good idea. But who cares man? Im just there to enjoy myself and relive my days as a Condor Sea Scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to rest and went to work after that. I was totally shagged that I almost fell asleep while waiting for the ice blend to be ready. There was a shortage of money in the cash register today, and that totally dampened everybody's spirit, and I saw how fingers start to point despite their relationship. Luckily I'm just the ice blend boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3426081528924486441?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3426081528924486441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3426081528924486441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3426081528924486441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3426081528924486441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/running-on-empty.html' title='Running on empty'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SUFVUQqhBFI/AAAAAAAAB78/XGqByBYdmoE/s72-c/empty-fuel-gauge-%7E-drv147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4871144775704736049</id><published>2008-12-05T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:23:53.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorant advocate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my keyboard up and running. Turns out that the problem was with the USB port. But still, thank you for the keyboard, ZM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, updates on how work has been going since I started on Thursday. Almost all of my colleagues are Malays, except for my manager and me. Furthermore, I am not a very sociable person when it comes to meeting new people, so there wasn't much conversation going on at all. But I felt that the people there were really nice, as in they are always willing to teach me despite how blur I can be sometimes. For example, I keep forgetting what to add into the ice blend but they would just try to help me despite being occupied themselves. But the downside is that 90% of the time they would be conversing in Malay among themselves, not that I want to chat with them anyway, but yea. And they kept asking me to smoke during my break, which I think all of them does during their break. &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No wayyyyyyyyy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the great thing about working at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf&lt;/span&gt; is the breaktime. I can totally choose any food I want, and the food there is really delicious. I've been having salmon sandwiches for the past few days and I think I'm already in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anytime for me to take my own sweet time to prepare the drinks even though I'm totally new to the work because the place is just so crowded up till the last minute when it is closing. I didn't do too badly for a greenhorn if I should say so myself. I think my station's got to be the cleanest one because most of the time I have nothing to do so I'd just keep cleaning the table top until my face is reflected on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After closing the shop, there was a mini van to send us back home. I was forced to take back tons of muffins(which I totally hate) and the new peppermint coffee. I freaking spilled the coffee while alighting from the van and I totally pissed the driver off. Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, if there's anyone interested to work there, feel free to contact me, provided that you are able to commit for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for the meeting about the camp. I really don't wanna give a damn about anything anymore, so I'd rather just enjoy my time with my juniors and friends while I still can. I have a strong feeling that this camp's gonna fuck up. Why should I work so hard for someone that doesn't care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting with Sir Reza, I rushed to Tampines to meet Theresha after her theory lesson. We took the bus to Changi Village just to eat the Nasi Lemak, which I did not find it extremely delicious or whatsoever. But as usual, we had lots of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the beach to chill after that, but the weather was so darn hot that we had no choice but to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlR0p0uNoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/lQfiCBXX9tM/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlR0p0uNoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/lQfiCBXX9tM/s200/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338403463280258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRluOKlMI/AAAAAAAAB68/Gj6MMySJR4I/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRluOKlMI/AAAAAAAAB68/Gj6MMySJR4I/s200/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338146945701058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with my primary school mates for dinner. ZhengChang, YiJie, Joonteck, Kenny, Boontat, Jingyong and I, 7 in all. Kind of random if you asked me, but its good to hang out with old friends once in a while to see how everybody's doing. Looks like Kenny and my efforts had finally began to flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fortunate Restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at Clementi to have barbeque steamboat. Honestly speaking, I did not enjoy the food there at all. I seriously think it sucks and is a total waste of money. In terms of food variety, quality, quantity, ambiance, service and even the price, all of these aspects are nothing compared to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zhengfa's Seafood&lt;/span&gt; standard, much less to say Sakura. I really thought that it was a bad idea to eat there. The food really sucked, and practically everything else sucked. And you know what's worse? We miscalculated the price and it turns out to be $28 per person, which makes a total of nearly $200 just for 7 person. My heart aches just to know I wasted 28 bucks on such a lousy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRk9cbZuI/AAAAAAAAB6c/SLcz89eQy_4/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRk9cbZuI/AAAAAAAAB6c/SLcz89eQy_4/s200/DSC01102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338133852186338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRlFugkUI/AAAAAAAAB6s/GHx1gkBbOKI/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRlFugkUI/AAAAAAAAB6s/GHx1gkBbOKI/s200/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338136075505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRk1nM8AI/AAAAAAAAB6k/afFCTUzs0Zo/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRk1nM8AI/AAAAAAAAB6k/afFCTUzs0Zo/s200/DSC01103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338131749892098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRlX7G1-I/AAAAAAAAB60/5iuOly8fMbA/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlRlX7G1-I/AAAAAAAAB60/5iuOly8fMbA/s200/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338140960184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner a few of them came over to my house to play Mahjong before everybody was shagged out and had to go home. I still have work in the morning tomorrow, so I guess I'll just end off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone realised that my posts are getting more mundane? Fuck man, I really need to spice it up with some fancy phrases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4871144775704736049?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4871144775704736049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4871144775704736049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4871144775704736049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4871144775704736049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/ignorant-advocate.html' title='ignorant advocate'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STlR0p0uNoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/lQfiCBXX9tM/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-550999281176468729</id><published>2008-12-03T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:27:57.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to just see you, tonight</title><content type='html'>Just a few days not updating this blog and my blaudience viewership dropped like nobody's business. I've been kind of busy lately, and I was sick yesterday, perhaps the weather has something to do with it. But nothing a few pops of Vitamin C won't fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my first orientation training course at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf&lt;/span&gt; headquarters down at Redhill early in the morning. I was still a little bit sick, but fuck it, I don't fucking want go on a job hunt again, and continue sending multiple resumes a day to different companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the whole thing was actually kind of lame if you asked me. Seriously speaking, I am not someone who likes to serve people. You can say that I'm a spoilt brat, but I would prefer being served or rather just doing it myself. Making other people feel like the king other than myself really isn't who I am I guess. But of course, during the orientation I had no choice but to act as I was full of passion and full of drive to provide quality service.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for my natural ability to easily assure people of what I'm doing although sometimes I have completely no idea what am I do doing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, although I have that fucking 'people-beat-me-up-for-no-reason' face and that 'nothing-in-this-world-interest-me' face, I can also have that kind of facial expression whereby I actually look very interested in learning but in my head there is only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE WORD&lt;/span&gt; and that one word is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BULLSHIT"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like, 15 people in my orientation class, 1 Indian, 1 Filipino, 3 Chinese, and the rest are Malays. I really wanna know why most Malays work as baristas. Nothing racist here, but I really find it interesting that most baristas are in fact, Malays. I can understand pinos, deep down, they really enjoy serving people. But it really kinda sucked when everybody's talking in their own language and stuff like that. That's why one of my goals I set myself before 21 is to be multilingual, so people can't scold me under my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing lasted for like, 8 hours; 4 hours of orientation, and 3 hours of lesson teaching us how to make ice blended. I can tell you straight away that the first 4 hours was pure propaganda trying to make you think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; is better than every other competitors, but I believe just the brand name itself can do the talking. But sure, I was quite taken into by what they've said about their quality and stuff. Sometimes I really think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; is quite overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 3 hours of ice blending lessons were more practical. I actually managed to learn how to make all the ice blended drinks in their menu. Not to shabby eh! Well, tomorrow I'll be starting work at my outlet till midnight, so yeah, good chance to try out my skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-550999281176468729?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/550999281176468729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=550999281176468729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/550999281176468729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/550999281176468729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-just-see-you-tonight.html' title='to just see you, tonight'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-6328659345961875330</id><published>2008-11-30T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:28:00.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Chia Wenxuan, my BFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to sound gay here, but man, you have been the greatest friend for the past 9 years. Whatever trouble I face, I know I can definitely count on you. You're always there to listen to my problems(although most of the time my stories are very interesting) ... and yea, you get the message.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're finally 16, as a friend, all I can tell you is to STOP STARING INTO THE COMPUTER SCREEN SO FREQUENTLY (like now) and pull up your socks! I know you don't like me nagging at you, but I know you can do it man. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the best&lt;/span&gt;. Happy birthday man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis fetched me to town just now to meet up with mommy. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; and they practically went on a shopping spree. But of course, I didn't go home empty handed. In fact, I think I actually gained quite a lot making a trip there. We went to PS afterwards. Mom bought me around $200 worth of clothes. Thats the one of the few reasons why I love her despite her not understanding me, having frequent menopause and stuff like that. She actually wanted to get me a new watch, but even I shunned at the thought of that considering how many watch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; I lost just this year alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out to have breakfast with my family at Tiong Bahru, and then went to shop at Vivo. Bought quite a lot of stuff again. Finally I can have a change in my wardrobe. Actually my sis was the one who was practically spamming at every single shop, but no matter what, I still got what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STKvWQQ74mI/AAAAAAAAB6U/cOiVJwaVJdA/s1600-h/404px-Four_Christmases-Movie_Poster.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STKvWQQ74mI/AAAAAAAAB6U/cOiVJwaVJdA/s400/404px-Four_Christmases-Movie_Poster.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274470910462255714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to Lot 1 to meet Wenxuan to celebrate. It was a simple movie plus dinner, along with Jingren and his cousin. We caught Four Christmases. Not a bad show actually, plenty of humor, although this kind of romance movie is definitely not for me. Good to see Reese Witherspoon in action while she still looks not bad. Not really boring, but not really interesting either. A somewhat so-so movie, not much I could say because Im just not into this sort of movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-6328659345961875330?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/6328659345961875330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=6328659345961875330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6328659345961875330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/6328659345961875330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-bestfriend.html' title='Happy Birthday Bestfriend'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/STKvWQQ74mI/AAAAAAAAB6U/cOiVJwaVJdA/s72-c/404px-Four_Christmases-Movie_Poster.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4028264480484442418</id><published>2008-11-28T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:28:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shaggy wag wag</title><content type='html'>My feet are killing the hell out of me. The first day of work was not so pleasant. Its only a temporary one, so I doubt I'll continue there for long. The pants alone cost me $50 and I earned barely $40 today. Not to mention I had to stand for nearly 7 hours in a ridiculous outfit. However, being a bartender at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodwood Park Hotel &lt;/span&gt;will definitely prove to be of use in the future resume.&lt;br /&gt;I got assigned to a ghost table, but being a kind soul (actually more of not wanting to seem like I was doing nothing), I offered my services to the guy beside me. It was a grand wedding, and I heard each table cost $1388. Zhenghan was hanging out by the bar topping up drinks while since I had practically nothing to do, walked around and see what I can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the event, I saw what other people were too busy to observe;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the 'experienced' aunties who seem so kind and helpful, were infact lazy and scheming, and each of them were damn pro at slacking but still looking busy. They would simply&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "AH BOY!" &lt;/span&gt;(Yes, I am referred to as Ah Boy. WHEN THE HELL CAN I BE AH MAN??) and I'll finish up whatever they left me.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the captain called Collin was especially hilarious even though other people will think that he's fierce. He said something like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;" We have one whole fat fucking suckling pig..." &lt;/span&gt;Which made me laugh my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I exposed the how lowdown some of my collegues can get - they snuck into the washing area with the leftovers and came out obviously chewing on to something and swallowing it down and acted like nothing had happened. But I wouldn't blame them for that. The food all looks extremely tempting. There was top grade abalone, lobster combination, live steam red groupa, and other groumet - $1388 worth of 9 course dinner, who could resist?&lt;br /&gt;The people working there are actually quite nice and helpful, although the work is tiring. However, I don't consider continue working there anymore for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck lah. All the while I've been looking for any job so desperately, then all of a sudden all of them just called and asked me if I'm looking for a job. Now I'm freaking confused. Lets see, I have a job on weekends as a toys promoter, a Coffee Bean barista job, and the librarian job. I can't possibly take on all at once, so right now its like standing in the middle of a crossroad, wondering which job should I take on. Any ideas anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4028264480484442418?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4028264480484442418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4028264480484442418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4028264480484442418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4028264480484442418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/shaggy-wag-wag.html' title='shaggy wag wag'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-738881120081840191</id><published>2008-11-25T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:24:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school early in the morning with Boontat today to get our refund for prom. Now that I have the money I can make use of it to do much more meaningful things like buying my new basketball jersey or using it to wipe my ass. Managed to get my point across to Tan(finally) which means the camp will still proceed on as planned, although we all know that Mr Tan is usually &lt;a href="http://lumpar.com/c.htm"&gt;NATO&lt;/a&gt;, but nevertheless, it actually made us feel much better considering the fact that he actually talked to us in such a manner. I apologize if I sound negative here, but I seriously doubt how long this commitment's gonna last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Boontat, Zhenghan and Kenny Low came to my house for a few rounds of mahjong. We went to get some desert and went back to Tat's house. And then we came back out again to have a few rounds of basketball and went to chat until midnight. We were chatting about ghosts and stuff - lame, I know, but it sure made the hair on my back stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I've been spamming so many resumes lately that I don't even know who contacted me for what job. Just today, I received multiple calls which requires me to go down for an interview. Up till now, the best one that I've ever gotten was a waiter job at Solid Gold KTV at Cuppage Plaza. Sadly, I failed to contact Ming Ge, who is the boss around there. Sigh, I guess I have no choice. Beggars can't be choosers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I should be going off to start playing Maple now. ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-738881120081840191?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/738881120081840191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=738881120081840191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/738881120081840191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/738881120081840191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-school-early-in-morning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3204876008000406983</id><published>2008-11-22T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:14:36.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adultuarcy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo man. I finally got my first ATM card! My first step to adulthood, or so I think. Now I will never be caught in such a situation whereby I have to calculate how much I'm gonna spend when having a meal, GST, service charge down to the nearest cent. Thats the reason why I love eating with my parents - I can order all the food I like and not worry about a thing. But of course, being such a terrible spendthrift, I am often prone to overspend as long as I have money with me. Seriously, I have no limits when it comes to spending money. Thats bad news for my parents, and worse news for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking at home the whole day enjoying Stephen Chow movies and some drama. Looks like I have really been disconnected from television media for too long. I never had the luxury of sitting on my armchair, watching movies off my com all day without worrying about my studies. But now, I'm worrying about getting job more than anything else. And since Chua Boon Woo decided to cancel the camp, I can jolly well concentrate on finding a full time job with no concern. With ungrateful and irresponsible teachers like these, why the fuck do I even give a fucking damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN*&lt;/span&gt;  That was a loud one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3204876008000406983?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3204876008000406983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3204876008000406983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3204876008000406983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3204876008000406983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/adultuarcy.html' title='adultuarcy'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3993510976238180244</id><published>2008-11-21T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:14:59.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguement of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in the mood to post lately. I don't even know if I have the breath to even talk about it anymore. Seriously, I've given up hope trying to get my point across to the two teachers in charge of Scouts. Here's the thing - Chua Boon Woo called in yesterday. It was a long conversation, and I ended up telling him about all the woes of the juniors. In the end, he told me that I was no longer in the troop. Compared to him, he was NEVER in the troop in the first place. Not even a Scout, just another loser. Sigh. Somehow, I'm just so sick of ranting about all my unhappiness, and I am on the edge of giving up. I even gave up my job in consideration for the camp, and that guy canceled it just to defend his own pride. Thats it guys, he canceled the camp. All that we've planned for are useless now, simply because of a loser that has done little about this troop. I am really tired of even elaborating on the facts, because I know every single one of us knows what we've went through. Seriously, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent the morning planning for the camp, which was pointless now that it has come to this. Anyway, I met up with Sunshine later in the afternoon at the giant Ikea for lunch and to chill out. Theres the Christmas special cold plate, but it was kinda disgusting for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpARX3II/AAAAAAAAB50/dJVsi8hHrzk/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpARX3II/AAAAAAAAB50/dJVsi8hHrzk/s200/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270975885121936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpQCvdEI/AAAAAAAAB58/HuHu9iNGjuM/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpQCvdEI/AAAAAAAAB58/HuHu9iNGjuM/s200/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270975889355535426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of meatballs again. As usual, after eating we walked around Ikea doing retarded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZExShuG3I/AAAAAAAAB6M/uqIslAXBU7A/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZExShuG3I/AAAAAAAAB6M/uqIslAXBU7A/s200/DSC01096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976027461294962" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpXwUbbI/AAAAAAAAB6E/ziiT6R6UemE/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpXwUbbI/AAAAAAAAB6E/ziiT6R6UemE/s200/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270975891425750450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, she's permanently out of stock (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I met up with the guys to play basketball until lights out, and went to eat supper with Kenny and Zhenghan and to chill out. I'm seriously feeling very fucked up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3993510976238180244?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3993510976238180244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3993510976238180244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3993510976238180244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3993510976238180244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/arguement-of-silence.html' title='Arguement of silence'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SSZEpARX3II/AAAAAAAAB50/dJVsi8hHrzk/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3272572884037807110</id><published>2008-11-20T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:00:33.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past four years or so in my life, I have not been watching any single kind of serial dramas. Now that I have so much free time, I'm finally catching up with all the new shows and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on the past few days. In the end, I didn't go to work on the first day despite the fact that I've already signed the contract, and thats it. They kicked me out of the job, and luckily I don't have to pay or anything. After thinking about it seriously, it ain't worth it at all. Sure, the pay is fucking attractive, but I'll miss out on all the fun and enjoyment that I should rightfully deserve.&lt;br /&gt;So again, I spammed many many job applications, but the outlook doesn't look very good. Arghhh! Looks like I'll be stuck without a job for this holiday, and with that, very soon I'll be out of cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3272572884037807110?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3272572884037807110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3272572884037807110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3272572884037807110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3272572884037807110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-past-four-years-or-so-in-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-2435062905812358557</id><published>2008-11-15T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:00:16.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>into the blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am super shagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Today was an enjoyable day out with all my friends. It was an usually large group this time round. I actually thought it wasn't such a good idea to have a large group, but things turned out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we were 2 hours behind schedule due to multiple side-tracking and dilly dallying and ended up reaching Sentosa at noon(which happens most of the time). There wasn't much Sun today, which was bad news to everyone except for Tingwei. We started warming up once we found a good spot at Siloso. There were so many construction work going on that there wasn't really much space to play. And thanks to good old pure idiocracy, both our Frisbee and soccer ball ended up in the construction yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q2y-hA3I/AAAAAAAAB5U/NFh_G0aeiRY/s1600-h/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q2y-hA3I/AAAAAAAAB5U/NFh_G0aeiRY/s200/DSC04059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906841187877746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this angmoh couple, around our age, whom were caressing each other openly on the little offshore island. I swear, we all saw the guy caressing the girl's assets and butt in open public, and right in front of someone who was presumably his brother or a friend. Hell, they were hornier than the chimpanzees in the zoo. Its obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q3FANDNI/AAAAAAAAB5c/SMrnWB_N5EI/s1600-h/DSC04064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q3FANDNI/AAAAAAAAB5c/SMrnWB_N5EI/s200/DSC04064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906846026796242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some German kid jumped into the hole that Junqing dug, which was really really deep, and he tried to bury himself. Btw, thats not the kid in that picture above. We entertained the kids for the rest of the day, which was kinda retarded but still fun. They were really hilarious, but mostly because of the way we talk to them, instilling them with some good old uniquely Singaporean hokkien vulgarities, which they thought meant 'cool'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7rFuS_42I/AAAAAAAAB5s/qJxm77jbg-M/s1600-h/DSC04067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7rFuS_42I/AAAAAAAAB5s/qJxm77jbg-M/s320/DSC04067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907097629647714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I rushed to Bukit Timah to meet up with Kenny, Ryhan and Ziying while my friends had vegetarian dinner at Beauty World. I was already freaking late, and the girls were having some girl related problems and were feeling kind of crazy. They led us to the staff hostel opposite Ngee Ann Poly for the barbecue that Rachael's family organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I shouldn't even have went because it was really damn awkward going there and I don't even know any single person there except for the usual and this guy called Aaron. Merely aquantainces whom I met during the mugging period at Macs. Rachael's parents didn't seem to like us very much anyway. I just fucking hate it when people treat me like I'm a fucking freeloader or something. Hey, its not like I want to go and eat free food( although I must admit, I'm often one hell of a fucking pro freeloader at times :x ) but I was invited there and I had to keep my promises. Like I give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Kenny and I started to help out by barbecuing the food and making us seem like we're doing something, which is also partly to help Aaron get into good books with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q3T1VGpI/AAAAAAAAB5k/eTBeOsT405Y/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q3T1VGpI/AAAAAAAAB5k/eTBeOsT405Y/s200/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268906850007718546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were just playing cards and eating stuff and all of a sudden everybody went paranoid because Brenda Boh supposedly went 'missing' or something. We ran around looking for her, but to no avail. An hour later, she called and said she was near home. There was some kind of problem between the girls which I'm not interested to be involved in, but I just wanna help a friend here.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the barbecue session was kind of fucked up for me, but its a good chance to interact with more people and to expand my circle of friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-2435062905812358557?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/2435062905812358557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=2435062905812358557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2435062905812358557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2435062905812358557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/into-blue.html' title='into the blue'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SR7q2y-hA3I/AAAAAAAAB5U/NFh_G0aeiRY/s72-c/DSC04059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3395429139764184873</id><published>2008-11-13T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:51:42.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morton's fork coup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sunshine wasn't able to turn up in the morning today, hence the Sentosa trip was canceled and I went back to sleep. Surprisingly, little Miss Sunshine turned up right at my doorstep instead, a brought along my current favourite drink - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Peach &amp;amp; Lychee Soda Freeze :D&lt;/span&gt; Kenny came over too, and we went to town together after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. After days being tortured in my dilemma,  I finally decided to sign the contract at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&gt; and there will be no turning back whatsoever. Although I can earn up to 1.4k a month, I'll have to work 10 hrs a day and 5 days a week. That means I'll have to forsake all my chalet, camps, so on and so forth. At least I'll still have time for some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Party World&lt;/span&gt;. My contract requires me to work until March, which means when other people are out there having fun I'm working my ass off at some god forsaken place. Goodbye, fun times; goodbye, slack librarian job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to Fareast to walk around before taking the bus back home. I went straight to Hongping's house to meet up with the guys to swim. Finally, everyone has finally finished their O levels, and its time we got together for some fun. I guess I'll enjoy myself to the fullest this week before my work schedule starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3395429139764184873?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3395429139764184873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3395429139764184873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3395429139764184873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3395429139764184873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilemma-of-work-and-play.html' title='Morton&apos;s fork coup'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-3407467804202875204</id><published>2008-11-11T18:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:00:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I came here to make you dance tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels. are. over. O level are over. O LEVELS ARE OVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O LEVELS ARE FUCKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqakCHuIcI/AAAAAAAAB5E/8c-47_wzay0/s1600-h/bush_middle_finger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqakCHuIcI/AAAAAAAAB5E/8c-47_wzay0/s400/bush_middle_finger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692657998438850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YEA YEA YEA YEAH! UH UH UH, WOO WOHO OH OH, UH UH UH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any of that even make any sense to you? Of course it doesn't. Because the O levels are finally over! Rejoice! Fuck CCKSS! Finally, we're no longer under the rule of this school. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. Months of 'secret mugging' finally paid off. Now I can finally heave a sigh of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I went home to change and met up with Annsoon and Hongping to town. We wanted to go catch a movie, but sadly, there wasn't any worth watching. Afterwards, we walked around town doing stupid stuff when we suddenly saw Spider-man! (Who happens to be wearing the same outfit as me except for the mask) And he appears to be fighting Optimus Prime, who also coincidentally happened to be wearing Annsoon's shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqY6IshMsI/AAAAAAAAB40/6kyNdJGZfxs/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqY6IshMsI/AAAAAAAAB40/6kyNdJGZfxs/s200/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267690838697259714" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqVXOHzSaI/AAAAAAAAB4s/03tJ3Igxd_M/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqVXOHzSaI/AAAAAAAAB4s/03tJ3Igxd_M/s200/DSC01052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267686940323563938" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like he's losing, so he had no choice but to resort to using the Symbiote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqarMM2OSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/g_n95fzDi4I/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqarMM2OSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/g_n95fzDi4I/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692780963379490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;is that superman in the background???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my interview at Tanglin Shopping Centre, and I found a job that was of a higher pay compared to the librarian job which I've already accepted, but the working hours are long and the place is damn inconvenient. So I'm sort of in a dilemma now over which one to choose. Sure, the pay is attractive, which I can earn around $1400 a month, but I'll have to work 10 hours a day, 5 days in a week. Compared to the library job, which is just a BPP library and the working hours is half of the former, but I'll earn half of what that job is paying me. Ohmygod. I can't freaking make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's time to party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-3407467804202875204?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/3407467804202875204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=3407467804202875204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3407467804202875204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/3407467804202875204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-levels.html' title='I came here to make you dance tonight'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRqakCHuIcI/AAAAAAAAB5E/8c-47_wzay0/s72-c/bush_middle_finger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-4591997470739006637</id><published>2008-11-09T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:49:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster search!</title><content type='html'>I've given up on getting a job a Kumon. Seems like they weren't even interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kenny, Alger, Joseph and I went for a job briefing at Palm Gardens introduced to us by my neighbor. It was a sales job to sell a 'high tech' worker's time puncher, those things they the workers put their card in and to check if they're late or something. But this one's supposed to be more 'high tech' as in its much like a EZ link card reader.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to back out as the company( I Eye Tech ) seemed extremely unstable and the device looks like its still experimental. Furthermore, who would buy one of those when factories and schools have already installed thumb print detectors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such machine costs like $850 inclusive of everything, which after working out the math, selling 7-8 sets a month equates to getting a pay of $5 an hour if you work 5 hours a week for the same amount of time. Considering the difficulty of the job, we decided to drop it and try our luck somewhere else. I know we're not supposed to be too picky considering our caliber, but seriously, its not very wise to be working for something that you know its not going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went for a search at Lot 1, which expectedly was not successful at all, so we had dinner at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;UGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need lots of money to do all the things that I want to do. The tattoo's gonna cost me, dying my hair's gonna cost a bomb, Party World's gonna cost a alot if I want to go every night, mahjong also need money, go out also need money, every thing's gonna cost me some money. I want to work at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Km8&lt;/span&gt;, but too bad its gonna move out soon. How cool is it to be working there man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-4591997470739006637?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/4591997470739006637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=4591997470739006637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4591997470739006637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/4591997470739006637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/monster-search.html' title='Monster search!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-1421567546058035043</id><published>2008-11-08T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:47:40.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum of Solace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Saturday and I went out to town with Kenny, Ryhan and Ziying. Surprisingly, I found out that Sunshine was also around that area at an earlier time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our tickets for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantum of Solace &lt;/span&gt;and then went to play pool at Selegie. Despite the numerous claims of how cheap it is, it is still nowhere compared to IRC in terms of the equipment. Furthermore, the price didn't really differ much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Boh joined us for the movie afterwards, but for some unspeakable reason she was being kind of emo all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRWrRnhMoTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/AncTo0mnSio/s1600-h/quantum-solace-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRWrRnhMoTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/AncTo0mnSio/s400/quantum-solace-poster-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266303658434011442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig returns as James Bond in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/span&gt;. I've always enjoyed Craig's Bond and I find his portrayal a much cooler version compared to the others, notably Pierce Brosnan, probably because Craig's version is more verbally uptight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantum of Solace &lt;/span&gt;occurs right after the events of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;, and is primarily based on Bond's revenge for the death of Vesper. Lots of action in this one, but its practically a no brainer. All the action gets kind of predictable and it got kind of boring towards the end. I felt that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;'s plot was much more sophisticated and much more interesting than its sequel. But admit it guys - you were just interested in the attractive Bond girls and the cars and gadgets in the previous movies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olga Kurylenko&lt;/span&gt;, being the 22nd and latest Bond girl, actually looks much better on screen than on my monitor or in the posters.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and also a nod to director &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marc Forster &lt;/span&gt;for bringing back some humor into the movie. Cold, but nice try compared to the humorless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;. Overall this movie was actually quite enjoyable if you asked me. Perhaps its because I haven't seen a good one for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to PS to get some food before taking the bus back home. Wow. I'm really gonna need some money if this holiday is really gonna be so freaking long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-1421567546058035043?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/1421567546058035043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=1421567546058035043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1421567546058035043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/1421567546058035043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/quantum-of-solace.html' title='Quantum of Solace'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRWrRnhMoTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/AncTo0mnSio/s72-c/quantum-solace-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-727786431274762125</id><published>2008-11-07T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:19:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 year anniversary sweetie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy one year anniversary sweetie! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE MORE PAPER.&lt;/span&gt; Just one last science MCQ paper, and I'll be a free man. &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YEAH YEAH YEAH! &lt;/span&gt;You wouldn't understand how exhilarated I am unless you're also taking your O levels this year. All these months of hardcore studying flew past in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine came over to my school right after my paper, and we both went back to my home to drink mushroom soup. We went out to town and shopped around before going to Bugis. We walked around Haji Lane, and Sunshine got the toga dress that she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today I drank something that according to my taste, was the only drink that tastes better than apple tea. And everybody who knows me would know my addiction to apple tea. The drink is from Sweet Talk at Bugis and its called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peach and Lychee Soda Freeze&lt;/span&gt;, and from this day onwards, it will be my new favourite drink. Even though I don't like peach at all, this drink is so nice that I just have to express my love for it on my blog and spread the word. Remember, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peach and Lychee Soda Freeze&lt;/span&gt; is da love yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I sent Sunshine back home and went back to BPP to meet up with Kenny, Ryhan, Brenda Boh and Ziying. They were playing hide-and-seek in Plaza in their uniform with people that they don't even know. Seriously, kudos to them. I've met them barely for a month, but I really enjoy their company. They seem to be able to make friends with anybody. Within a month, they already made friends with half of the usual Mcdonalds people and Mac is practically their home. Well, I'm glad to have known this group of people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRRpcJDJ3LI/AAAAAAAAB38/M3yGFFFhLao/s1600-h/obamccain460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRRpcJDJ3LI/AAAAAAAAB38/M3yGFFFhLao/s400/obamccain460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265949796489354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Be it red state, blue state, or white state, we will always be the United States." - Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-727786431274762125?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/727786431274762125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=727786431274762125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/727786431274762125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/727786431274762125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-1-year-anniversary-sweetie.html' title='Happy 1 year anniversary sweetie!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRRpcJDJ3LI/AAAAAAAAB38/M3yGFFFhLao/s72-c/obamccain460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-2334031242552188898</id><published>2008-11-05T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:41:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody but you</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of my juniors today. Not the sec threes nor the sec twos, I've given up hope in them, but in the secondary ones. Eugene had really done a fantastic job in raising these tenderfoots. They were just fantastic. Coming down for training every single day, challenging themselves to greater heights, thats what I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRT43hReoTI/AAAAAAAAB4E/HruU0Qwmop4/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRT43hReoTI/AAAAAAAAB4E/HruU0Qwmop4/s320/DSC01041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266107497011126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped them with one layer of the H trestle, and asked them to complete it themselves while I went to play basketball. My phone rang at seven in the evening, and they told me they managed to build a 2 storey tower. Arn't they just the best? I really see the flame burning in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I mention that my calf cramped 5 times in a row today? I have had such a bad cramp in my entire life before. I suppose its due to the intensity of the ball games we had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was 'asked' (actually I was psyched in one way or another) to go to this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korean Pop concert&lt;/span&gt; down at Singapore Indoor Stadium. Actually, it was Ryhan whom had an extra ticket and needed someone to accompany her, and I was the only one who was able to make it. BTW one ticket was like $80. Of course, I have absolutely zero interest in Korean stars at all - never in my life have I watched a Korean drama or a movie, or listen to any Korean songs. The only Korean name besides Kim Jong Ill that I've came across is Changmin, whose face happens to be on Siripen's eraser, ruler, calculator, pencil box, wallet, handphone, staple... etc&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, to accompany a friend(and partially being psychoed) I agreed on going there to watch the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRCj09FV55I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5AVqaCI1Dw4/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRCj09FV55I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5AVqaCI1Dw4/s200/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264888094541604754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRCj1DfV4KI/AAAAAAAAB3o/LzZ22UPp7CM/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRCj1DfV4KI/AAAAAAAAB3o/LzZ22UPp7CM/s200/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264888096261267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRCj1KBJWfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/6_MjEpCNCQ4/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRCj1KBJWfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/6_MjEpCNCQ4/s200/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264888098013665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the concert was much, much better than I expected it to be. Although 90% of the conversation is in Korean, and I do not even know one single performer out there, the female Korean Stars were fucking h-o-t. Seriously, I have no idea who the hell was up there performing even though the entire stadium was roaring like thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female Korean stars were damn hot. Especially the Wondergirls, they were so hot that the two guys behind me went barbaric and started singing along to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"NOBODY NOBODY BUT YOU~"&lt;/span&gt; They were so savage that I could almost feel their saliva dripping down on my head. I got their song stucked in my head because its so catchy :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF-AtIugofs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF-AtIugofs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fans over there were also damn high. They were screaming at the top of their lungs everytime the host pauses, which I have absolutely no freaking idea what's gonna happen next. So like a blur cock, I sat through the rest of the concert without sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the concert was fairly enjoyable even for someone as unappreciative of the Korean culture like me. But the worse part of it all was the bus ride back to town. I swear to god, thats the worse SBS experience I've ever had in my entire life. Just getting on the bus is like trying to squeeze your way through 100 hippotamus. I got groped several times on my way to the bus door. And when I finally got on, this two fat women was like leaning their entire body weight on me, and my backbone was at the ticketing machine, so you can imagine how bad it is. Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my sis offered to fetch Ryhan and I back home from town as it was also getting late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-2334031242552188898?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/2334031242552188898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=2334031242552188898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2334031242552188898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/2334031242552188898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody-but-you.html' title='nobody but you'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SRT43hReoTI/AAAAAAAAB4E/HruU0Qwmop4/s72-c/DSC01041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-5681018248883312917</id><published>2008-11-02T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:30:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging for a long time here. Not much I can say about how I did for the O levels, except that I've put in my best and I think I'll do fairly well if I'm half the genius I expect myself to be. Let's just say that until now, I didn't really feel that I've fucked any subjects yet. 3 more paper to go, Social Studies, Literature, and Science MCQ. I really really really really really cannot wait for the bloody O levels to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things I want to accomplish right after O levels. And I've came up with a brief list of some of the things Im looking forward to doing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost,&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; FUN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Loads of fun&lt;/span&gt;. Please tell me where can I buy freaking loads of fun. Better if its free. And by fun, I've came up with a brief list of 'fun ideas' I have in my mind. Overseas trips, overnight fishing, cycling, mahjong sessions, going to Sentosa, going kareoke at Party World, staying out all day and all night. Thats the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm gonna finally grow my hair and get a bloody tattoo, and I don't care what my parents think, what anyone else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm gonna go back and do something about the Scouts troop. Things are getting ridiculously out of hand there. The teachers are more of a nuisence than a help, and out of all the things that they've planned, nothing was carried out at all. Seriously speaking, I've already reached the stage of giving up to even complain about them. They are just bloody assholes exploiting them for labor and nothing in return. I'm gonna change all this, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm gonna learn some things which might come in useful in the future. Maybe some martial arts like Krav Maga. I'm really interested to learn Krav Maga. And also I'll need to get some Myoplex to get some muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with all that fun, I'm definitely gonna need some cash. And that would mean I'll have to get a job. Its a drag, but I managed to find a suitable one near where I'm staying. But I'll need a bloody resume. I'm thinking of what the hell could I possibly include in my resume besides my name, age, and sex. I have no working experience to speak of, and everything else is just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah before I forget, one last thing I wanna do, that is to crash that bloody prom night. I've said it many times, and I'm gonna say it again - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate Chua Chu Kang Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;. I swear to myself that I'm gonna fuck it upside down. Compared to other neighbourhood schools which booked the entire&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zouk&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaga ri la resort &lt;/span&gt;at Sentosa, our bloody pathetic school is having it at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Furama City Centr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. Loser school. Actually I somehow doubt that I'll even have the chance to crash it considering the fact that so many people are not going. I guess thats how pathetic our school is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-5681018248883312917?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/5681018248883312917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=5681018248883312917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5681018248883312917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/5681018248883312917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/11/havent-been-blogging-for-long-time-here.html' title='back to back'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7947480815804309736</id><published>2008-10-28T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:40:35.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are someone I can't live without</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Sunshine! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its the middle of the O levels period, and we can't go out to celebrate and stuff. And I know by writing a long and sweet post here will evoke disgust in many who reads my blog, but what the hell, like I give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not exactly very poetic, so I've embedded a song below. I know you like that song, and although I might not be as handsome as Wang Lee Hom, the lyrics will tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/S2VzoBz5T_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/S2VzoBz5T_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/parakis/music/SQt2By5Y/lee_hom_forever_love/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7947480815804309736?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7947480815804309736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7947480815804309736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7947480815804309736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7947480815804309736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-love-lee-hom-happy-birthday.html' title='You are someone I can&apos;t live without'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-261120006599067108</id><published>2008-10-18T01:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:47:40.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SP6a54P21oI/AAAAAAAABbk/GkuiIvklOTg/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SP6a54P21oI/AAAAAAAABbk/GkuiIvklOTg/s200/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811733957432962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess I'll be away until the O' levels end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Examinations are formidable even to the best prepared, for the greatest fool may ask more than the wisest man can answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-261120006599067108?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/261120006599067108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=261120006599067108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/261120006599067108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/261120006599067108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_18.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SP6a54P21oI/AAAAAAAABbk/GkuiIvklOTg/s72-c/DSC00960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-8992863878274947143</id><published>2008-10-16T22:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:30:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is blasphemy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I went to the optician with my dad just now to get my eye checked. Turns out that I have slight &lt;/span&gt;astigmatism&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, which is a relieve. Nevertheless, I got my first ever pair of spectacles, just in case my eyes fucks up during the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicals was a breeze, especially for the Physics component. It didnt even require what I studied for. Chemistry was a little tougher, but I'm sure I can pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the late night studying session with Kenny is finally paying off now. Doubt that I'll be posting here until the O level ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a card game against a group of chimpanzees. If we play our cards right, chances of a royal flush is conceivable, and I plan on winning this game. I've waited too long for this. This fucking war ends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This is not madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS SPARTA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-8992863878274947143?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/8992863878274947143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=8992863878274947143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8992863878274947143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/8992863878274947143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-blasphemy.html' title='this is blasphemy!'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-7001641489039764413</id><published>2008-10-12T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:05:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is like deja vu all over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at my mother today. This is the first time I've ever shouted at her. Was I being to hot headed? Was I not as rational as I thought I've become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes into my room every now and then without knocking when I'm reading and shouts at me and find whatever she thing she have the chance to trash out at me. I reckon she's having her menopause(is she supposed to have menopause in her mid 40s?) or she's just having too much stress from doing all those housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I get pissed every now and then, but I swallow it down - all the time, even if its not my fault at all, because that is the very least that I can contribute to this goddamn household. I admit, I'm a fucking lazy bum, waking up in the afternoon, staring at the computer screen for the rest of the day, get money from them and go out to waste my life away. I never help out in anything around the house except to take out the trash once in a while, so I guess the best that I can offer is to be the sandbag for the rest of the family; to shut my bloody mouth and let them rant at me everytime they get home from a bad day at work. Afterall, that is the best I can give to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gotten into me to shout at her like this. Its not like me. I didn't mean to do it. Maybe she's really tired of doing all the housework herself. She dotes on me - alot. She gives me money, let me have my freedom, but its just... I really don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I'm stressed. I realised, in one way or another, most of the stress comes from school. The upcoming O'levels, and the incalculable amount of anger that I've suppressed over the course of 2 years or so, when I opened my eyes and saw how evil the world was for the first time. I saw how disgusting human can behave to achieve their goals, how only bootlickers and backstabbers rise to the top of the power charts with powerful pussy licking skills, and good, honest people continues to strive in hope of a better future. The bad news is, there is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even have woken up from my dreamland. I should have continued to keep dreaming about the simple world out there, where everybody has painted faces and red noses, just like the world that Benedict perceives, where things are so much more simpler, and life would therefore be so much more happier. Perhaps ignorance is really bliss (but not for stupidity, because Benedict is way above the cut for ignorance. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official. My eyes are failing me. At first I thought that I was just tired, but turns out that my vision is really very blur. Fuck myself for not taking care of my eagle eyes. I can't see shit when I'm reading online articles. Now that my vision's got some problem, I don't even dare to tell my parents about it because they'll probably scream at me for spending too much time on the computer. Its&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; about me and the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16642018-7001641489039764413?l=jiasailor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/feeds/7001641489039764413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16642018&amp;postID=7001641489039764413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7001641489039764413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16642018/posts/default/7001641489039764413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiasailor.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-like-deja-vu-all-over-again.html' title='This is like deja vu all over again.'/><author><name>Jia Sai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12643144748222302499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nc4_ShL2YUI/SkoMgoWFQXI/AAAAAAAACcU/KsHN7HhKKkQ/S220/24062009141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16642018.post-755584167334102725</id><published>2008-10-12T12:52:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:06:14.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>失落非主流</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;說好的幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;詞: 方文山 曲: 周杰倫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;你的繪畫凌亂著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;在這個時刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;我像氣氛純白的白鴿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;甜蜜散落了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;繼續莫名的拉扯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;我還愛你呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;而你斷斷續續唱著歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;假裝沒事了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;時間過了 走了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;愛情面臨選擇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;你冷了 倦了 我哭了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;一開始都不快樂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;你用卡片紙寫著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;有些愛隻給到這 真的痛了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;怎麼了 你累了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;開心與不開心依稀數著你在不舍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;那些愛過的感覺都太深刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;我都還記得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;你不懂了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;我錯了 淚干了 放手了 后悔了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;隻是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;要怎麼停呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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