<?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-7538579</id><updated>2011-09-06T22:44:24.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un geste d'amour, pour toi, je pense, je souhaite, mais tu es distante...tu ne sais pas?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2358336036589307760</id><published>2010-12-09T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:39:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD LOH!</title><content type='html'>Alright, finally, after 2 years of sweat,tears,blood,whining,bitching... &lt;br /&gt;My life as an NSF has finally ended!:D &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it seems like almost yesterday when I entered Tekong as a blur/unfit/confused teenage who had only just finished his As a few weeks back!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, just somehow, it will all be over 2moro!:D&lt;br /&gt;(This will be a long post!WARNING!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly, &lt;br /&gt;I really like to thank my BMT section/platoon, especially those who were always there to guide me through BMT despite me going through a rough time @ home with my grandad being sick and passing away. Of course the Bali trip we had together after ORD was simply fun to the max man!! BMT taught me alot of stuff seriously, and i must also thank my sgts (jestyn/jason/choon teck/helmie/izzat)and PC(chin hong) who took such good care of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From leopard crawling in the mud(i still HATE THAT!) to high kneeling on hard ground to digging a shellscrape to throwing a grenade and the never ending physical training and being knocked down, BMT was seriously not as easy as what my cousins had told me! But now that I have been there and done that! Haha. I guess it was pretty fun and interesting in retrospect!:D Yea one good thing of being in ptp is that you get more time with your bmt friends! alright 4 weeks more in MY time was fun but 8 weeks now is simply FU**ED UP. Dont know what *ahem* is doing sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through SOC/IPPT/BCCT sessions strength/speed training live firing random bitching about the screwed up people in our platoon, we survived the 13 weeks of training and finally shouted "POP LOH!!" @the place where we left our parents behind in enlistment:D I will always remember fondly all the times be they good or bad in Tekong and recall their main motto of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its not about what you lose now but what you will gain in the future"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like that laaa too long ago le!!! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Because i think i did learn to be a mentally/physically stronger person with more determination and drive within me! (not as garang as officers but stillll... :D!)&lt;br /&gt;And our recruits night of HOMO coy was just too epic man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;didnt win but seriously it was loads of fun man! a great way to end our bmt experience! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks nigel/weisheng/andrew/minn/kaiwu/micheal/fadhil/jun wei etc! for those 13 weeks and i hope we will have a pleasant post ORD life:D!&lt;br /&gt;Guess you guys will never read this though! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Take care guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to SISPEC(I am not calling it SCS&gt;.&lt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Another great phase in my nsf life as well:D &lt;br /&gt;heard so many horror stories in bmt about sispec being even tougher and more painful but it turned out that different coys had different experiences! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Loved foxtrot to the max like seriously! &lt;br /&gt;Trng was tough of course but compared to the other coys...&lt;br /&gt;I guess we did have it a little easier than the others! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Oh the cookhouse was marginally better, we got cheated by the BMT sgts again-.-&lt;br /&gt;but hey the facilities there were WAYYY better than in BMT&lt;br /&gt;new bunks AND toilets with doors?! I fell in love very quickly!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer chao recs where all we did was to chiong sua all the way w/o the need to think! As SCTs, we were expected to do more than that!&lt;br /&gt;Navigation excercises@ mandai(DAMN FREAKING MUDDY PLEASE!)&lt;br /&gt;Gas chamber(i ponned:D!)&lt;br /&gt;Live firing with SAW/Metador/M203&lt;br /&gt;Claymore mine/trip flare practise&lt;br /&gt;signals tests&lt;br /&gt;leading section to fight mock enemies&lt;br /&gt;even more intense ippt and soc trng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm happy to say i got my IPPT silver in SISPEC&lt;br /&gt;(after being confined for like 5 saturdays for 0.5 days though!) Guys please remember to train hard alright, or u will have to suffer like me!&lt;br /&gt;And erm once again like in BMT! i like to thank my section mates&lt;br /&gt;(SISPEC section damn alot more impt than platoon le!)&lt;br /&gt;for your guidance and patience with me:D!&lt;br /&gt;I really do try my best but next to you all I think I ain't that proficient at soldiering skills as you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that the sispec fittest was from my section?! Talk about stress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field camps were way better than BMT though!&lt;br /&gt;I got to bring famous amous cookies outfield together with my wet wipes and blotting paper:D!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to bring chocolate too but they melted too easily in the heat!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite weapon that time was the SAW! Cause the sect com bag was HEAVY.&lt;br /&gt;Like REALLY heavy! My section mate, also tj mate!, wei xiong was damn garang to keep carrying it in most our outfield seriously! But of course we shared the weight too,&lt;br /&gt;not heartless creatures yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So outfield was intense like i said,&lt;br /&gt;i hated the flanking excercises the most&gt;.&lt;! It was the most tiring of all the formations we had learn to do! But hey, now that I have returned most of these knowledge to them... i guess it WASNT TOO BAD doing it back then! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Key difference in bmt and sispec? &lt;br /&gt;In sispec they TRUST you, instructors generally wouldnt tekan us when we were resting and taking breaks, giving us ample time to relax and chill.&lt;br /&gt;1/3 alert was a must laaa but other than that it was still ok!&lt;br /&gt;not that we didnt get punished at all....&lt;br /&gt;but lets leave the sad times behind now!&lt;br /&gt;URBAN OPS@ MURAI was AWESOME like seriously,&lt;br /&gt;way better than the cuiz to the max facilities in BMT.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn fun and exciting in MURAI cause it felt really realistic! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;best outfield ever was there!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my first ACOS duty was in SISPEC too:D! Pretty fun too! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok besides that, once again, the people I met in SISPEC were also outstanding as well, always ready to help when I needed help and CK tgth when I felt lazy! Haha. Probably cause not many of us wanted to crossover to OCS, so lesser wayang in SISPEC generally speaking except for some dudes who kept showing off-.-&lt;br /&gt;So thanks Bryan/Leonard/Amos/Jiayi/Biing/Wei Xiong/Kaiwen etc&lt;br /&gt;for being such great section/platoon mates!:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for phuket trip with bryan amos jiayi and leo too!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are as excited too man!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;here is to a great post ord life too!(you guys already orded!!!) haha. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously glad to have met you guys:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would talk about armor life.&lt;br /&gt;But that would just be staining my happy memories of army.&lt;br /&gt;So in short,&lt;br /&gt;I OOC-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Had a miserable time there.&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, at least got to talk and mingle with some nice people. &lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;way too many words on here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to STC. &lt;br /&gt;First time in non-combat place and ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;stunned to the max the first time I reached there.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously totally different, but in light of national interests!&lt;br /&gt;lets just leave it as different in a not so positive way ok:D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i lobo-ed there for a period time and met most of my fellow tpt supvs who evidently, were lobo-ing with me too!&lt;br /&gt;In light once again of OUR personal interests,&lt;br /&gt;not very good to say what were doing while lobo-ing but hey,&lt;br /&gt;i got to experience stay out first time in army and it was pretty good!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course... can't lobo forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are 1 times SUPER CK with NO SHAME!&lt;br /&gt;So the tpt supv course started and with erm high aspirations we all went for the course.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, garangness lasted for like what, 1 hour before we decided that nua-ing was waaayyyy btr than being garang! With the exception of some super garang people! haha. most of the sispec dropouts simply just started to nua!!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i learnt from tpt supv course?&lt;br /&gt;sadly i can honestly say is that i learnt something about the maintanence of various vehicles something about outfield ops something about something...&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time was just having fun and chilling with the other people,&lt;br /&gt;martin/bobby/pavan/hengzhong/yenkenn/dgmon!&lt;br /&gt;pretty good times:D!&lt;br /&gt;so erm:D i got my cert! hurray! lets just end @that! haha. &lt;br /&gt;The course just somehow started and ended!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted complaining about the toilets during the course though...&lt;br /&gt;because the next course was WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;On another random note!&lt;br /&gt;SBC cookhouse food SUCKS TO THE MAX seriously,&lt;br /&gt;but once again I regretted complaining about it because they removed the chinese food and we were forced to eat....&lt;br /&gt;ah well nvm that now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the driving course!&lt;br /&gt;HATED IT TO THE MAX BUT THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME HOW TO DRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;ENUFF SAID.&lt;br /&gt;5.5 day week.&lt;br /&gt;Effed up people in the course.&lt;br /&gt;No trust from instructors. &lt;br /&gt;Scoldings like free?!&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a life too much already!&lt;br /&gt;And of course the food at KBC sucked to the max&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after so much delay in my NSF life, it was finally time for me to embrace a unit at last!!! Hurray!! &lt;br /&gt;Andddddddd amazingly everyone in my course except me got a posting!&lt;br /&gt;leaving me stranded in the training centre all by myself waiting for some answers!&lt;br /&gt;It was really no W&amp;#$RY#@#F issue, just that I went through the tpt supv course when I should have gone for the CQMS course instead-.-&lt;br /&gt;So technically I didn't really exist since I was like stranded in limbo&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my boss(the one I had till ORD!) helped me a great deal and saved me from a miserable and painful NSF experience! &lt;br /&gt;I got revocated as an "ASA" and got my promotion to 3SG:D and got to stay out till ORD!&lt;br /&gt;All you freaking CKs out there who F**KING hell tried all methods to stay out, seriously, just wake up your ideas ok? &lt;br /&gt;I had fun staying out and staying in.&lt;br /&gt;Its the people and the attitude you take towards it that matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short I spent my last 7 to 8mths inn Sembawang Camp Admin Centre(CAC) as a project ASA and orded with a nice testimonial and COS to boot:D &lt;br /&gt;Some hard times of course,&lt;br /&gt;but still survived with lots of nice memories:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot to my boss&lt;br /&gt;and my fellow co-workers, liang kai,jon,mav,bobby,ganesh and khairul.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the other great people i met in other brances like victor/yibin/joab/cedric/rudi/shaun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot guys for making my last few months so fun:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to update this before my ORD trip to phuket but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;I had a HELL BLAST OF A TIME IN PHUKET and now that everything is over and the dust and set on my NSF life,&lt;br /&gt;what I can tell all of you out there is that&lt;br /&gt;NS is a phase that no singaporean can avoid so complain/bitch/whine/cry/scream all you want!&lt;br /&gt;but make sure you learn to be a better person and make great friends at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;learn about responsibilty&lt;br /&gt;learn about dealing with troublesome people&lt;br /&gt;learn about controlling your emotions&lt;br /&gt;learn about knowing when to play afool and when to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;learn about making the best out of the 2 years OR 1yr 10mths and not leaving with regrets and a feeling of no accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because like it or not, we all have to go through it:D&lt;br /&gt;and admit it or not, it does unite us in a certain way:D&lt;br /&gt;I learnt alot, I hope you do too:D&lt;br /&gt;Lemme end with a photo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/TRCtcfcq1zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qhF6OrUi88I/s1600/DSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/TRCtcfcq1zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qhF6OrUi88I/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553129045537511218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/TRCtcKrQgOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U5KkfewQEsU/s1600/DSCN0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/TRCtcKrQgOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U5KkfewQEsU/s320/DSCN0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553129039961555170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my army great friends. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORD LOHHH!!!!!!:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to a new chapter in my life:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2358336036589307760?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2358336036589307760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2358336036589307760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2358336036589307760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2358336036589307760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/12/ord-loh.html' title='ORD LOH!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/TRCtcfcq1zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qhF6OrUi88I/s72-c/DSCN0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-3772850552861421865</id><published>2010-11-22T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:55:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD</title><content type='html'>Soon. Wont be long till I leave.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait!:D Will do some reflection soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously,&lt;br /&gt;some people never seem to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Im tired now even though Im gonna ORD.&lt;br /&gt;Please, just stop it ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a mth to phuket:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-3772850552861421865?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/3772850552861421865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=3772850552861421865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3772850552861421865'/><link rel='self' 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rather bluntly,&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt very rational nor very forgiving to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people change.&lt;br /&gt;Army has made me realise there is just so much to life than these trivial issues.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I knocked the car into the pillar.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I have to pay so much in damages.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I was careless.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry that I let you all down despite my assurances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow,&lt;br /&gt;it could be much worse couldnt it?&lt;br /&gt;(naturally could be much better!)&lt;br /&gt;but i guess thats just life.&lt;br /&gt;dealing with the bad and learning to enjoy the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just maybe:) &lt;br /&gt;but i think im starting to truly learn how to adapt even if just so moderately so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-3078485683479844246?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6079390295413066445</id><published>2010-09-21T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:33:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>au revoir</title><content type='html'>For greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;For a better future.&lt;br /&gt;For exciting experiences.&lt;br /&gt;For unimaginable struggles.&lt;br /&gt;For a once in a lifetime experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and take care in London.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us are finally entering the last phase of our studying lives.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard and lets catch up on Sunday nights like we used to when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best my cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6079390295413066445?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6079390295413066445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6079390295413066445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6079390295413066445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6079390295413066445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/09/au-revoir.html' title='au revoir'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4993431378293901178</id><published>2010-04-26T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:42:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because</title><content type='html'>I realised that for all the talk of keeping in touching and meeting up&lt;br /&gt;there are only those few who make me feel its worthwhile for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the banality of what was merely a brittle and fragile facade.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too cynical.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm asking for too much,&lt;br /&gt;but enough,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thoroughly disillusioned with those who fail to live up to what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read that people change different groups of friends every 10 years of their life.&lt;br /&gt;But in our world today, 10 months does that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well,&lt;br /&gt;at least when I'm down I know I can still look for those few.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess thats what seperates FRIENDS from friends.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4993431378293901178?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4993431378293901178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4993431378293901178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4993431378293901178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4993431378293901178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/04/because.html' title='because'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6145992088238478839</id><published>2010-04-16T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:23:18.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>I wasnt really in a mood to blog. (too long dormant already!)&lt;br /&gt;but coupled with my nsf life and my driving lessons... &lt;br /&gt;i really need a place to rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk life has been torturous enough for reasons not safe to write here &lt;br /&gt;though having my own bed at night plus time to do own stuff does help.&lt;br /&gt;But I am freaking annoyed over driving AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that he is bad nor Im lousy,&lt;br /&gt;I think when people dont click, they just don't click.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand him and he doesnt understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can block you out&lt;br /&gt;ignore you&lt;br /&gt;disrespect you&lt;br /&gt;even totally disregard you&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt mean I can't hear you&lt;br /&gt;and I had enough of people giving me crap over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. &lt;br /&gt;Im just glad for my army and JC friends who I can always count on to fall back on:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wow! my blog is so dusty that even the spiders stopped visiting! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6145992088238478839?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6145992088238478839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6145992088238478839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6145992088238478839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6145992088238478839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/04/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-3980382974279937647</id><published>2010-02-26T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:21:53.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>au revoir</title><content type='html'>overseas again.&lt;br /&gt;different people, different feelings, different experiences.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-3980382974279937647?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/3980382974279937647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=3980382974279937647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3980382974279937647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3980382974279937647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/02/au-revoir.html' title='au revoir'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6973618237739860626</id><published>2010-02-23T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:57:30.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again</title><content type='html'>Done with my driving course.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for posting. Thank goodness they are slow.&lt;br /&gt;I get to slack and stay out:D hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with different group of friends over the past few months despite my punishing camp life(I DISLIKE 5.5 work weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;Going genting soon.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad start to the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see sometimes when i say i dont mind and i dont care,&lt;br /&gt;it isnt really cause i really dont mind and i really dont care,&lt;br /&gt;its just that in life you just get so tired of minding and caring that eventually,&lt;br /&gt;you just let it be so that things will blow over and be done with.&lt;br /&gt;But you see,&lt;br /&gt;we are all humans,&lt;br /&gt;and there are times i do mind and i do care.&lt;br /&gt;dont phuck with me till i reach that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough being human isn't it? no wonder animals look at us with such weird expressions when they are the ones supposed to be the exhibits in the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6973618237739860626?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6973618237739860626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6973618237739860626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6973618237739860626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6973618237739860626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/02/yet-again.html' title='yet again'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8634573091389503128</id><published>2010-01-01T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:45:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of a new year</title><content type='html'>Been ages since I last dusted the cobwebs off this stagnating blog which has, admittedly, known better days in the past when updates were less sporadic. Well, nevertheless, as 2010 starts, I think its time again for me to review the year that passed and list(not obey please note!) some of my wishes for the new year/decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 marked the first year of NSF life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, despite my initial grouses and grumblings,&lt;br /&gt;I somehow survived through BMT and SISPEC before eventually OOC-ing in armour and ending up in this crap place known as S********.&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back on my first year in NS,&lt;br /&gt;I must grudgingly admit that I learnt alot and changed me quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to get along better with people from various backgrounds and learnt how to deal with people without incurring their wrath.&lt;br /&gt;NS also made me tougher(not that im tough in any way...) and encouraged me to exercise much more than I used to and that if I could survive NS, i would be able to handle issues in my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps what I am most grateful for are the great friends I made in BMT/SISPEC/TTW.&lt;br /&gt;Its the company that made life in army much more bearable and fun. &lt;br /&gt;And of course its the company that made me realise that yes, sadly, I am quite bitchy/bimbotic at times compared to some.&lt;br /&gt;But there are some who made me realise that hey, there is always a higher mountain somewhere!! &lt;br /&gt;We may not meet up as often as we like but when we do, its great that we all have a great time hanging out together and sharing stories about each other lives.&lt;br /&gt;To those who I consider more than army friends(you all should know who you all are!)&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that even after ORD(coming soon thank goodness) we will still keep in touch:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, 2009 was also the year of A level results and university applications.&lt;br /&gt;My dismal results were a source of immense disappointment for me but Im glad that I had actively participated in school events in my 4 years in TJC which allowed me to enter a course which I was keen in. Looking back, I admit I did not apply myself as much I could have but now that that chapter in my life has closed, it is time for me to look foward to a new chapter and work hard from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my JC friends&lt;br /&gt;I know I am busy with army and you all are busy with university or your own army lives, but i am so glad we still take time out for each other to meet and have fun together like we once used to do in school. The meetings may not be daily like they used to be, but the feeling of closeness and familiarity has not eroded. thanks for cheering me up through my bmt days and a level results and for always being a friend around me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my three closest primary school friends, 10 years since we met. let there be many more 10 years to come:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my grandad who left me just before my A level results, Im sorry you didnt get to see me pass out and im sorry you suffered for so long before moving on. &lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me!&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to be nicer/kinder/more sympathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah who am I kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to spend more time with family and friends as well as working hard for uni! not to forget keeping fit:D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was quite good!&lt;br /&gt;Here is to a better 2010!!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8634573091389503128?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8634573091389503128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8634573091389503128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8634573091389503128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8634573091389503128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-of-new-year.html' title='start of a new year'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1799997317405498560</id><published>2009-11-10T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:54:29.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when some things...</title><content type='html'>i don't like to show it much. But betrayal of a friend is to me as sinful as killing a person. I'm just so tired of the perverse banal things that some people do. To claim to be a sage or a saint would be preposterous of me, but the sight of those who i call my friends having no qualms in forsaking us when the going gets tougi just makes me sad. Hackneyed indeed. Im just so disillusioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1799997317405498560?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1799997317405498560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1799997317405498560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1799997317405498560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1799997317405498560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-some-things.html' title='when some things...'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2048031359047529626</id><published>2009-10-25T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:56:38.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's keeper</title><content type='html'>And the tears flowed torrential. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow my usual arguments with my brother over itty bitty issues pale in comparison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2048031359047529626?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2048031359047529626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2048031359047529626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2048031359047529626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2048031359047529626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My sister&apos;s keeper'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2686762692339327250</id><published>2009-09-26T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:26:37.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Randomly decided to drop by my primary school tonight since it was hosting some fun fare event and my brother was going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wandered along the corridors and alleyways of what was once a familiar environment to me, inherently fervently wishing to relieve memories that once were, I discovered to my chagrin that my final moments of a momentous chapter in my life had indeed passed and that relieving them would take far more than a hollow structure for it was the people that made the concrete jungle special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of those who taught me have retired with more set to follow.&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of my classmates and teachers,&lt;br /&gt;the school suddenly seemed so alien.&lt;br /&gt;A monstrous grotesque structure which I struggled to identify with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds loomed overhead, bringing along with them gusts of chilling cold wind.&lt;br /&gt;Pertinent, I thought,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the weather to reverberate my inner feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forlornly, i gazed wistfully upon the classrooms that I once hailed as mine&lt;br /&gt;the pond which i gleefully teased fishes in&lt;br /&gt;the canteen which me and my friends used to argue about where to sit for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind caressed my skin as it upped its velocity&lt;br /&gt;yet in spite of my looming gloom, I saw that perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that some things never would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocent laughter of the children&lt;br /&gt;the playful chasing around the school&lt;br /&gt;the wild shouts of joy &lt;br /&gt;the same arguments over where to sit with friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water dripped onto my arm&lt;br /&gt;and I,despite my many grouses,&lt;br /&gt;discovered that innately it mattered little what had changed&lt;br /&gt;and what had remained&lt;br /&gt;for as long I had my memories from so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;the school for its fancy grandiose and outlandish facades,&lt;br /&gt;would be in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;still the happy place I spent my primary school days with great friends and teachers &lt;br /&gt;And that I was truly sorry that my one night of remembrance was cut short by the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I chuckled deeply as I realised that the water was simply of a spilt cup from the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;And munching on popcorn,&lt;br /&gt;I continued walking around the school,&lt;br /&gt;this time, looking for memories yes,&lt;br /&gt;but for the new ones to bring back while the old ones reamined,&lt;br /&gt;forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To APS Class 6/10 2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2686762692339327250?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2686762692339327250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2686762692339327250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2686762692339327250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2686762692339327250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2997187844028188892</id><published>2009-09-21T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:57:03.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A la fin</title><content type='html'>Because seeing you once again just brings torrents of memories which I blissfully indulge myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because. Just because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2997187844028188892?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2997187844028188892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2997187844028188892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2997187844028188892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2997187844028188892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-fin.html' title='A la fin'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7037107235936933480</id><published>2009-09-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:54:02.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>I wish passwords could just be my fingerprints!&lt;br /&gt;Took me so long to enter this blog!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;my course is starting soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7037107235936933480?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7037107235936933480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7037107235936933480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7037107235936933480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7037107235936933480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2107953933217375675</id><published>2009-07-31T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:01:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army</title><content type='html'>so many things have happened in army.&lt;br /&gt;BMT. SISPEC. Armour. OOC-ing. Revocating. downing pes.(yes excuse my english!)&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that despite my incessant whining and moaning about how tough/boring/cruel/painful/tiring army has been,&lt;br /&gt;I did truly have a great time so far thanks to the wonderful people I encountered along the way who made my jounrey far less agonising then it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;(To the effed up people who ruined my mood countless of times: You all are lucky my temper died down alot since enlisting!)&lt;br /&gt;After so many weeks of being an OOC(saikang warrior!)&lt;br /&gt;I realised to my amazement that learning nothing in army is perhaps just as, if not more, painful than being a trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mindless routine which numbs the mind and soul and the constant bickering and power struggle in the office sickens and wearies me as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my SISPEC BSLC section and platoon where I met many great people.&lt;br /&gt;It was perhaps one of my biggest regrets OOCing from armour because it meant that I would no longer be with them anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess parting ways is part and parcel in life and to be perfectly politically correct,&lt;br /&gt;armour just was not the cup of tea for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading on to my new posting in sembawang camp as a transport supervisor,&lt;br /&gt;I will always recall the days of chiong sua-ing as a section, being punished, the scoldings, the numerous 'horlans' and mistakes we made along my BMT and BSLC days as long as the instructors who guided us along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain why(amazingly for me!) but there is this lingering sense of regret that I was posted to this certain camp in the west far far away from civilisation. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I were posted to another camp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;I have learnt alot in army and grown(i think?! haha) as an individual and met great people along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them alot and i do hope we can meet up next time if any of you ever have the chance to come upon this blog?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally guys, all the best in passing out la! Dont give up k! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I truly understand and grasp why so many say NS was one of their best experience in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;The pain and suffering is very little compared to the friendship you gain through the difficult times together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2107953933217375675?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2107953933217375675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2107953933217375675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2107953933217375675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2107953933217375675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/07/army.html' title='Army'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8165061962502220118</id><published>2009-05-10T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:59:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days</title><content type='html'>Just fly by.&lt;br /&gt;Really grateful for my bunch of friends who I get to meet every weekend:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in NS is...&lt;br /&gt;hard to explain in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox today was awesome:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8165061962502220118?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8165061962502220118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8165061962502220118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8165061962502220118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8165061962502220118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/05/days.html' title='Days'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1140295886463233529</id><published>2009-04-05T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:57:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear granddad</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;So very much.&lt;br /&gt;2moro will mark your 49th day since you passed away...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will rest in peace forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just know,&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Jie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1140295886463233529?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1140295886463233529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1140295886463233529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1140295886463233529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1140295886463233529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-granddad.html' title='Dear granddad'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-451128194704476567</id><published>2009-03-22T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:43:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Back.&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been collecting dust for a really time no?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt any readers are left! &lt;br /&gt;Haha. But still miss this blog which brought me through my JC days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going SISPEC 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;Going to be tough so...&lt;br /&gt;crossing fingers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still miss you alot...&lt;br /&gt;Please know my thoughts will always be with you no matter what...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-451128194704476567?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/451128194704476567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=451128194704476567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/451128194704476567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/451128194704476567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5139658395682695126</id><published>2009-01-25T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:18:05.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I wish I could feel happy and alive once more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel liberated and excited again.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel joy and delight around me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel ecstatic and bubbly like I once was. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel energetic and &lt;em&gt;la vie&lt;/em&gt; which was once embedded in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish.&lt;br /&gt;I really really wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a wish that is virtually impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed in a net that binds me so tight.&lt;br /&gt;Stresses me out like never before.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly suffocating me to death.&lt;br /&gt;Robbing of what senses and emotions I once held.&lt;br /&gt;It constricts me&lt;br /&gt;Painfully inflicting wounds and scars on me unlike any other.&lt;br /&gt;Virulently claiming me.&lt;br /&gt;Marring, Staining and inundating me.&lt;br /&gt;Making me live so listlessly at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so confused.&lt;br /&gt;So lost.&lt;br /&gt;So very afraid. &lt;br /&gt;But I wish.&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish.&lt;br /&gt;That my wish will become more than a wish.&lt;br /&gt;And bring me back. &lt;br /&gt;Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5139658395682695126?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5139658395682695126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5139658395682695126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5139658395682695126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5139658395682695126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2731618421016161527</id><published>2008-12-11T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:10:09.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekong</title><content type='html'>Last post here for quite sometime I guess. &lt;br /&gt;I guess army will be a whole new experience for me and some part within me actually feels warmly enthusiastic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fond farewell to all my friends especially to the girls I will be leaving behind in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And do ask me to go out on weekends when you all are free.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is like totally like no like problem at all:D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now.&lt;br /&gt;Wave to me when I holler back from Tekong yea?&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2731618421016161527?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2731618421016161527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2731618421016161527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2731618421016161527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2731618421016161527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/12/tekong.html' title='Tekong'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2026923807756954685</id><published>2008-12-05T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:04:50.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Prom has ended! A great experience despite several flaws inherent in it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we close this chapter of our lives and relegate it to the annals of bad history, we look forward to the next phase of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be the no-holds-bar every strand of hair comes down party till you drop dead from intoxication and shaking too much of that booty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be booking into camp in a matter of weeks(in some cases in days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll wave from the shores of tekong! &lt;br /&gt;Remember to holler back from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are going to work, all the best to you all, damn hell make sure you don't get screwed by those people out to bully and oppress student workers! and remember me when you get your fat pay checks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we walk our seperate paths, pursue our different goals(and weird fetishes), and do our own stuff, let us all embrace the moment and look back on the times that mattered, on the times that had sculpted our lives and made us who we are today. The next step is the step into adulthood. Gone is the days we run about the field chasing a bloody ball without having to worry about bread. Gone also, is the days where all we need to do is study and nothing else. Well except maybe for some. 18 years have gone and past. Amazing isn't it? Those fond memories of our former alma matas still seems like yesterday. Wouldn't it be nice if we could turn back the hands of time and do everything once again? So as we proceed with this transition in life, let us not forget the ones around us, the ones that have made this world a truely marvellous place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For time can rob us of those around us, but it cannot rob us of the memories that are etched so beautifully and clearly in our minds. Poignant reminders of the days we once shared together. I know I will look back fondly on these 4 years and recall all the wonderful times I enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Its time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2026923807756954685?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2026923807756954685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2026923807756954685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2026923807756954685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2026923807756954685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1703009130541901463</id><published>2008-11-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:04:20.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I live again. &lt;br /&gt;More soon:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1703009130541901463?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1703009130541901463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1703009130541901463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1703009130541901463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1703009130541901463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-914231521574718733</id><published>2008-10-29T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:13:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhFRyp1XdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CfstitBo3as/s1600-h/LEP+trip+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhFRyp1XdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CfstitBo3as/s320/LEP+trip+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532336539753938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhFQ7SIBNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-gOdAuoKuXc/s1600-h/CLEP(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhFQ7SIBNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-gOdAuoKuXc/s320/CLEP(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532321676362962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEXPKQM7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/1KHFEALXD0g/s1600-h/LEP+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEXPKQM7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/1KHFEALXD0g/s320/LEP+trip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531330579641266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEXNiHOjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7YClaCKQlwo/s320/CLEP(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531330142845490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEKWi3ecI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_ExAy3x4OPg/s1600-h/LEP+trip+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEKWi3ecI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_ExAy3x4OPg/s320/LEP+trip+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531109223627202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEKbplNPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OkqftTzGfGI/s1600-h/CLEP(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEKbplNPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OkqftTzGfGI/s320/CLEP(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531110593967346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEKGRt08I/AAAAAAAAAGY/74hNwNqDKiY/s1600-h/CLEP(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEKGRt08I/AAAAAAAAAGY/74hNwNqDKiY/s320/CLEP(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531104856724418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEJ4JeArI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yDhuV5ufjng/s1600-h/CLEP(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEJ4JeArI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yDhuV5ufjng/s320/CLEP(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531101064037042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEJA4Hh_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6pA3oa-lRfY/s1600-h/01062008803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhEJA4Hh_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6pA3oa-lRfY/s320/01062008803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531086227310578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till As end of course. &lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all my CLEP friends.&lt;br /&gt;Great knowing all of you through the years:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photos to remember e crazy times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN DO IT:D!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-914231521574718733?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/914231521574718733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=914231521574718733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/914231521574718733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/914231521574718733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-post.html' title='Last post!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SQhFRyp1XdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CfstitBo3as/s72-c/LEP+trip+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1702306920183177197</id><published>2008-10-10T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:28:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Is&lt;br /&gt;ending.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;know &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;miss &lt;br /&gt;it &lt;br /&gt;despite &lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;rocks:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1702306920183177197?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1702306920183177197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1702306920183177197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1702306920183177197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1702306920183177197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1206747959745789113</id><published>2008-10-03T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:49:17.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfin</title><content type='html'>When the music fades&lt;br /&gt;When the pages turn yellow from age&lt;br /&gt;When the memories disintegrate and fall apart&lt;br /&gt;When the laughter drifts away&lt;br /&gt;When the tears stop flowing&lt;br /&gt;When the pain no longer eludes&lt;br /&gt;When the rythmn draws to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be left?&lt;br /&gt;What can be left? &lt;br /&gt;Enfin. Il n'y a pas enfin.&lt;br /&gt;Mais il y a toujours de jour nouvelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1206747959745789113?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1206747959745789113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1206747959745789113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1206747959745789113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1206747959745789113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/10/enfin.html' title='Enfin'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1199072579721142373</id><published>2008-09-28T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:10:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SN-d4K_uwKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UZZONvtKxsg/s1600-h/Paul+Newman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SN-d4K_uwKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UZZONvtKxsg/s320/Paul+Newman.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251089278887182498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SN-d4ED-7xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PtLKAKyC3zk/s1600-h/Golden+Girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SN-d4ED-7xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PtLKAKyC3zk/s320/Golden+Girls.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251089277025971986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on beyond death.&lt;br /&gt;Here is to Paul Newman and Estelle Getty once again.&lt;br /&gt;Who next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1199072579721142373?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1199072579721142373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1199072579721142373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1199072579721142373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1199072579721142373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-remembered.html' title='Still remembered'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SN-d4K_uwKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UZZONvtKxsg/s72-c/Paul+Newman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-765156329161606176</id><published>2008-09-26T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:25:43.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>When I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;I saw what I once was, what I am, what I could have been.&lt;br /&gt;just so much of me in you&lt;br /&gt;Choices can make or break a person indeed. &lt;br /&gt;Work hard for As people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-765156329161606176?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/765156329161606176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=765156329161606176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/765156329161606176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/765156329161606176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1457961448893383207</id><published>2008-09-16T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:45:11.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims</title><content type='html'>3 more papers.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible papers so far(looks set to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just here to scream about my recent craze with Jesse Mccartney!:D&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1457961448893383207?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1457961448893383207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1457961448893383207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1457961448893383207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1457961448893383207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/09/prelims.html' title='Prelims'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1932695450315599524</id><published>2008-08-15T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:13:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table tennis</title><content type='html'>Congrats to the Singapore Women Table Tennis for making it to the finals!&lt;br /&gt;Now, try to beat your former country women in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the match on TV brought back alot of memories of the good old memories in table tennis in Anderson Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;All the sweat, toil, pain, agony, anguish, joy, laughter, exhilaration, drama, quarrels, crying.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant struggle to protect the table tennis balls from being stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;The oh too stuffy hall with poor ventilation&lt;br /&gt;The net we had to set up between the badminton courts and us&lt;br /&gt;The never ending basket of balls we had to smash before we could get a break&lt;br /&gt;The shock of receiving such poor quality shirts to wear to competition&lt;br /&gt;The tears of joy when we beat our nemesis to reach the top 4 in zonal.&lt;br /&gt;The screams of shock when we stunned VS to post our first victory at nationals.&lt;br /&gt;The excited feelings we felt as we took part in external competitions as a team.&lt;br /&gt;The constant bickering with my oh so fluctuating doubles partner.&lt;br /&gt;The crazy and insane things we did together outside of training.&lt;br /&gt;The under the table signs we learnt to make under the table.&lt;br /&gt;The... All the things which made me so glad to be part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never good enough to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Never zonal champion or national top 4.&lt;br /&gt;Never a serious threat to table tennis powerhouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a great time with them.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about the winning.&lt;br /&gt;It was how we set about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I'm green with jealously when I see my friend enjoy 6 glorious years in volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;6 years which I could have had if I had not chosen to gone to Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter,&lt;br /&gt;I remember those two years fondly&lt;br /&gt;for they were the best memories of Anderson I would ever carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life isn't just about medals or champions&lt;br /&gt;but the people you meet with.&lt;br /&gt;And I am thanful for all the wonderful people I met in Anderson Table Tennis Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to ever play table tennis comeptitively no more.&lt;br /&gt;For no team can match the team of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1932695450315599524?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1932695450315599524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1932695450315599524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1932695450315599524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1932695450315599524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/08/table-tennis.html' title='Table tennis'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4153899864580956369</id><published>2008-08-11T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:21:36.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>The Machine hums! Did you know that? Its hum penetrates our blood, and may even guide our thoughts. Who knows! I was getting beyond its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot you see, cannot all you lecturers see, that it is we that are dying, and that down here the only thing that really lives in the Machine? We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It was robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it. The Machine develops - but not on our lies. The Machine proceeds - but not to our goal. We only exist as the blood corpuscles that course through its arteries, and if it could work without us, it would let us die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when the machine stops?&lt;br /&gt;Can life continue?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this overdependence on technology yet look,&lt;br /&gt;I am harnessing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony. The irony indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4153899864580956369?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4153899864580956369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4153899864580956369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4153899864580956369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4153899864580956369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/08/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8627912337287494596</id><published>2008-08-10T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:26:46.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics 2008</title><content type='html'>China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8627912337287494596?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8627912337287494596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8627912337287494596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8627912337287494596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8627912337287494596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics-2008.html' title='Beijing Olympics 2008'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-3820242345520680524</id><published>2008-08-03T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:44:16.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismay</title><content type='html'>Over napha.&lt;br /&gt;Over revision.&lt;br /&gt;Over alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least there are friends to make life better:D&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-3820242345520680524?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/3820242345520680524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=3820242345520680524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3820242345520680524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3820242345520680524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/08/dismay.html' title='Dismay'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-381294725707348567</id><published>2008-07-30T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:45:08.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prolonged absence</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging very much!&lt;br /&gt;But I have to blog about going for an art exhibition last friday after napha(don't ask unless you want to die quickly and ugly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to city hall with kok siong and siang yong for the art exhibition by Wanting's dad shortly after napha had ended.&lt;br /&gt;We found the place with relative ease despite weird instructions from the hostess!&lt;br /&gt;And spent around 45minutes admiring the exquisite and very expensive art pieces!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I jest.&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the time talking or eating.&lt;br /&gt;But we did look around the exhibition!&lt;br /&gt;(which unsurprisingly, was mainly filled by old/middle aged people!)&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for the invite wanting:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been very good either.&lt;br /&gt;But lets not digress.&lt;br /&gt;Prelim timetables are out!&lt;br /&gt;The end is imminent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retest is 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Been dragging, getting dragged by kok siong to do pull ups!&lt;br /&gt;Hope it works?&lt;br /&gt;While I mediate over my jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I dont blog so much these days&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more months people! push on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-381294725707348567?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/381294725707348567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=381294725707348567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/381294725707348567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/381294725707348567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/07/prolonged-absence.html' title='Prolonged absence'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5781409383860090646</id><published>2008-07-21T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:27:27.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's taking control of me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit around, I can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to be around you&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I can't say&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I realize&lt;br /&gt;It was always there just never spoken&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here...been waiting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the poignant lyrics inundate my heart and emotions just seem to flow without control.&lt;br /&gt;I look back and reflect once more.&lt;br /&gt;Of you.&lt;br /&gt;Just you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5781409383860090646?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5781409383860090646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5781409383860090646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5781409383860090646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5781409383860090646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1624846986968972647</id><published>2008-07-13T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:59:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mes amis</title><content type='html'>Et vous, vous etes mes amis vraiment?&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pense pas. Je vous donne mon amitie.&lt;br /&gt;Mais, tant pis...&lt;br /&gt;Je suis tort. &lt;br /&gt;Pour maintenant. Pour toujours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais, je crois encore. &lt;br /&gt;Je peux croire encore.&lt;br /&gt;Je dois croire enccore.&lt;br /&gt;Parce que quand il n'y a pas d'espoir.&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a pas l'energie de passer la vie avec vitesse aussi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1624846986968972647?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1624846986968972647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1624846986968972647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1624846986968972647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1624846986968972647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/07/mes-amis.html' title='Mes amis'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4805387020707440975</id><published>2008-07-10T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:23:31.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Words cannot express what I really want to say to all of you now.&lt;br /&gt;But in short,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for a great 4 years!:D You all made life here so much better for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I think I am supposed to behave a little more maturely no?&lt;br /&gt;But hey, judging from what I see around me!&lt;br /&gt;Guess not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4805387020707440975?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4805387020707440975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4805387020707440975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4805387020707440975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4805387020707440975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6952771595187901564</id><published>2008-07-08T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:03:19.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the shirt and the lunch!&lt;br /&gt;It was nice seeing you after so very long. &lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear (and see) that you are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I wasn't the whiny company I once was 4 years ago:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this extended weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. Very nice indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6952771595187901564?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6952771595187901564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6952771595187901564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6952771595187901564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6952771595187901564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1459179231313806125</id><published>2008-07-03T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:56:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY LOVE</title><content type='html'>2am and the rain is falling  &lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the crossroads once again  &lt;br /&gt;You're telling me you're so confused  &lt;br /&gt;You can't make up your mind  &lt;br /&gt;Is this meant to be  &lt;br /&gt;You're asking me  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say  &lt;br /&gt;Try again or walk away  &lt;br /&gt;But i believe for you and me  &lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day  &lt;br /&gt;So i just play my part  &lt;br /&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart  &lt;br /&gt;But i can't make you see it through  &lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms as the dawn is breaking  &lt;br /&gt;Face to face and a thousand miles apart  &lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to make you see  &lt;br /&gt;There's hope beyond the pain  &lt;br /&gt;If we give enough  &lt;br /&gt;If we learn to trust  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say  &lt;br /&gt;Try again or walk away  &lt;br /&gt;But i believe for you and me  &lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day  &lt;br /&gt;So i just play my part  &lt;br /&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart  &lt;br /&gt;But i can't make you see it through  &lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I could find the words  &lt;br /&gt;To touch you deep inside  &lt;br /&gt;You'll give my dreams just one more chance  &lt;br /&gt;To let this be our last goodbye  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only love can say  &lt;br /&gt;Try again or walk away  &lt;br /&gt;But i believe for you and me  &lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine one day  &lt;br /&gt;So i just play my part  &lt;br /&gt;Pray you'll have a change of heart  &lt;br /&gt;But i can't make you see it through  &lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something only love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song.&lt;br /&gt;And you, the fleeting moment may have passed&lt;br /&gt;but I deny not the residue of emotions I have for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1459179231313806125?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1459179231313806125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1459179231313806125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1459179231313806125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1459179231313806125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-love.html' title='ONLY LOVE'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4983894434175543586</id><published>2008-06-30T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:41:47.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JCTs</title><content type='html'>Ended. Awaiting results with trepidation.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice short break but the next few months will be hectic indeed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing up room and sorting out pictures for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one photo from taiwan I like alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SGfJI3vA6lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gwrMdi2uoAw/s1600-h/LEP+trip+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SGfJI3vA6lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gwrMdi2uoAw/s320/LEP+trip+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217359847569287762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some photos to relieve the happy memories to keep one going on. &lt;br /&gt;Lets meet up some time soon girls:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4983894434175543586?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4983894434175543586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4983894434175543586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4983894434175543586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4983894434175543586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/06/jcts.html' title='JCTs'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SGfJI3vA6lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gwrMdi2uoAw/s72-c/LEP+trip+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6391247824677336356</id><published>2008-06-09T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:22:06.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on LEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQtfRrdjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xs1zY94m1zA/s1600-h/01062008803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQtfRrdjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xs1zY94m1zA/s320/01062008803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209557242636629554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQtr4IAUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D9Gk-SDAEIk/s1600-h/CLEP(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQtr4IAUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D9Gk-SDAEIk/s320/CLEP(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209557246019109186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQt2-QmNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4A8RsBwelYs/s1600-h/CLEP(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQt2-QmNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4A8RsBwelYs/s320/CLEP(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209557248997628114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQuCjt8iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/m5N6Nk-Xy-c/s1600-h/CLEP(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQuCjt8iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/m5N6Nk-Xy-c/s320/CLEP(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209557252107530786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQuYvLFxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RR5Sc9r88eg/s1600-h/CLEP(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQuYvLFxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RR5Sc9r88eg/s320/CLEP(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209557258061158162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS LEP CAMP:D &lt;br /&gt;Someone accused me of having no photos of my life on my blog&lt;br /&gt;so erm, if any of you are interested, this was what we did at LEP CAMP:D!&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest(slackest), most fun(alot of food), enjoyable(great people around)&lt;br /&gt;camps I ever had! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person jumping with me is Kok Siong! &lt;br /&gt;Wee! Someone who finally agrees to jump with me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy moments at the camp! &lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip for a lifetime. A trip to remember.&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons why I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;There are people I remember fondly.&lt;br /&gt;There are events etched in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;There are emotions I cannot express in words.&lt;br /&gt;There are and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to them.&lt;br /&gt;To those that made it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwUvbrbsZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VZzaSMHjKz4/s1600-h/CLEP(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwUvbrbsZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VZzaSMHjKz4/s320/CLEP(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209561674077155730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwUwC4D5yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tMGzQuHC8eI/s1600-h/LEP+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwUwC4D5yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tMGzQuHC8eI/s320/LEP+trip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209561684599105314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6391247824677336356?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6391247824677336356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6391247824677336356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6391247824677336356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6391247824677336356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-on-lep.html' title='More on LEP'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/SEwQtfRrdjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xs1zY94m1zA/s72-c/01062008803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2164830747420420039</id><published>2008-06-03T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:31:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEP Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>Life, as we know it, is not a bed of rose,&lt;br /&gt;nor is it a stroll in the park. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are just some events which have etched their mark in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;poignant reminders that life, in spite of its cruel twist of fate,&lt;br /&gt;is enriched and spruced by the people around us. &lt;br /&gt;This camp has bore an uncanny resemblance to my Taiwan Trip in the sense that I met some new and interesting people who I now call friends. &lt;br /&gt;And made me jolt to my senses yet again, that, &lt;br /&gt;my world has been too myopic before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a invigorating blend of people from tj who attended the camp. &lt;br /&gt;Numerous ways to classify us, to differentiate us, to group us.&lt;br /&gt;Diverse fetishes, Diverse interests, Diverse backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, tingling feeling which permeated through me for most of the camp,&lt;br /&gt;was not one of segregation nor alienation,&lt;br /&gt;but one of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;Someone commented that we seemed to quarrel alot,&lt;br /&gt;yet despite our constant bickering and disputes,&lt;br /&gt;underlying it was no dislike or hatred,&lt;br /&gt;just pure fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over those 4 days, through various conversations with various people at the camp,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt so much more than I would have envisaged.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have never been more determined to clinch that teaching scholarship than before.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been speaking of it for quite some time, but my resolve has never been firmer after I observe the amity between teachers and students at the camp as well as the delighted faces of students as the sense of accomplishment through understanding the concepts inundates them.&lt;br /&gt;I want it so bad. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am deviant, an aberration to the norm as my friend pointed out to me numerous times during the camp. &lt;br /&gt;But I know, deep inside me, though I dare not proclaim my ardor to be as strong as some, I do want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets not wonder off course now, for the camp was not about me.&lt;br /&gt;I was touched by my group of J1s who handed me a drawing of me (or so they claim!)&lt;br /&gt;and responded well to my instructions.&lt;br /&gt;They may have been a little quiet and mischievous, but they were a good batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, being TJ LEP students,&lt;br /&gt;we had a lovely time doing what we excel and shine in,&lt;br /&gt;making sure we did work, or rather, making sure we LOOKED like we were working hard,&lt;br /&gt;while being fast when it came to important times, or rather, MEAL times. &lt;br /&gt;We did not attend any lectures at all(ooops?)&lt;br /&gt;but worked hard by studying:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the greatest surprise of the camp, even I was stunned, was my dear roommate Mr GX, or as we so affectionately call him, Mr Fuwa:D&lt;br /&gt;My incredulity in meeting someone who reminded me so strongly of myself was only outshadowed by my shock and of course, delight. &lt;br /&gt;It was really my great pleasure in getting to know him better, (only new friend I made for this trip! All the others I knew before!) and he did make the camp a much more interesting experience for me as well as being good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other roommate, Mr XR also performed up to par as well, with never failing wit and SARCASM throughout the whole camp! Felt like it was like back in Taiwan again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the girls made the whole camp fun as well, with each one of the three reminding me of my three schools of my life so far. Making me feel nostalgic and even mellow(internally) at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Ms Teo, who was such great company as well, in addition to spuring us students to work harder after hearing her plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a great camp.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are some things in life you won't forget,&lt;br /&gt;and I dare say this is one I won't forget in sometime.&lt;br /&gt;To all who made this possible,&lt;br /&gt;thank you. &lt;br /&gt;To those I personally mentioned, &lt;br /&gt;thank you for being part of this memory and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and tide may erode friendships,&lt;br /&gt;Distance and space may weaken friendships,&lt;br /&gt;Life and destiny may redefine friendships.&lt;br /&gt;But this I dare say,&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget this camp and you who made it so memorable for me. &lt;br /&gt;Lets do keep in touch even after we bid our school adieu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many significant people from these two LEP events.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe fate has given me a signal. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe destiny has handed me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2164830747420420039?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2164830747420420039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2164830747420420039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2164830747420420039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2164830747420420039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/06/lep-camp-2008.html' title='LEP Camp 2008'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6995027382861895219</id><published>2008-05-19T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:52:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HC Dance Concert</title><content type='html'>Headed down to HC after college clean up on Friday to watch HanZhi, or more popularly and widely known as Bimbo Han, at her dance concert with Everin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Ying Peng and Mei Xuan outside their school for dinner only to realise to our chagrin that time was in short supply and the need to rush back only became compellingly evident only WHEN we reached their auditorium!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was simply awe struck and dumb founded by the sheer numbers which turned up for the dance concert. Ended up sitting on the steps in the end but the quality of the dance concert made it totally worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial shock of seeing my ex french class mate as the emcee of the night, I sat back and was inundated by different styles of dancing. Was rather bemused by the sheer number of BOYS in their dance club! They had wayyyyyyyyy more than boys than TJ and it was evident that they most were very experienced and versatile in more than one type of dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;Focus was on dear Han Zhi of course as we watched her dance across the stage, gyrate with her partner and oh of course, impressed all of us. Great job bimbo!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come on with a dance club of that size, it was really no surprise that they didn't need any guest performers at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people danced almost everyday of the week for months before the concert just for those few hours on the stage. I was deeply moved and touched when I heard how hard they worked and the quality of the concert spoke volumes about their efforts behind the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great concert indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And it was nice meeting you three again.&lt;br /&gt;Really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6995027382861895219?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6995027382861895219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6995027382861895219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6995027382861895219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6995027382861895219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hc-dance-concert.html' title='HC Dance Concert'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2800520906826573834</id><published>2008-05-13T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:49:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavinj. Jesse Macartney</title><content type='html'>Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby girl I've been watching you all day (all day x3)&lt;br /&gt;Man, that thing you got behind you is amazin (amazin x3)&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to take you out and let it rain (let rain x3)&lt;br /&gt;I know you got a man but this is what you should say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell him that I'm leaving Never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;You've found somebody who does it better than he can&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry&lt;br /&gt;No more grey skies&lt;br /&gt;Girl we flyin' on the G5, G5&lt;br /&gt;And we're leaving never looking back again &lt;br /&gt;So call your shorty and tell him you found a new man&lt;br /&gt;The one that's so, so fly&lt;br /&gt;The one that keep you high&lt;br /&gt;Have me singing allnight like like&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Man she's got me singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh ohh oh oh ohh oh oh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I talk it girl you know I'ma gonna walk it out (walk it out x3)&lt;br /&gt;Man I put my money, money where my mouth is (mouth is x3) You're the baddest little thing that I ever seen (ever seen x 3)&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma ask you one time if you've got a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell him that I'm leaving Never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;You've found somebody who does it better than he can&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry&lt;br /&gt;No more grey skies&lt;br /&gt;Girl we flyin' on the G5, G5&lt;br /&gt;And we're leaving never looking back again &lt;br /&gt;So call your shorty and tell him you found a new man&lt;br /&gt;The one that's so, so fly&lt;br /&gt;The one that keep you high&lt;br /&gt;Ya have me singing all night like like&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Man she's got me singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh ohh oh oh ohh oh oh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress Don't Stress Don't stress Just turn him to the left left left&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress Don't Stress Don't stress Cause we gone and we gone and we gone&lt;br /&gt;No stress No stress No stress&lt;br /&gt;Girl you deserve nothing but the best&lt;br /&gt;No stress No stress No stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you need to tell him that I'm leaving never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;You've found somebody who does it better than he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry&lt;br /&gt;No more grey skies&lt;br /&gt;Girl we flyin' on the G5, G5&lt;br /&gt;And we're leaving never looking back again So call your shorty and tell him you found a new man&lt;br /&gt;The one that's so, so fly&lt;br /&gt;The one that keep you high&lt;br /&gt;Ya have me singing all night like like&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Man she's got me singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh ohh oh oh ohh oh oh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing all night, like, like like&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh man she's got me singing&lt;br /&gt;She got me singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh She got me singing&lt;br /&gt;She got me singing&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got me singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me singing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how to stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be blog about tennis soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Shall listen to the song in the meantime:D Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2800520906826573834?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2800520906826573834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2800520906826573834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2800520906826573834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2800520906826573834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/05/leavinj-jesse-macartney.html' title='Leavinj. Jesse Macartney'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4163762190066278013</id><published>2008-05-05T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:16:56.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words really elude me as I struggle to come to terms of my defeat.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tantalisingly close to victory that I could almost taste it in my mouth. Yet it was not be. I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But I really did give my best, but somehow sometimes my best is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;Win trying or lose dying, I feel so lethargic I could just die now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4163762190066278013?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4163762190066278013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4163762190066278013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4163762190066278013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4163762190066278013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1312811803281128937</id><published>2008-05-03T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:08:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Your silhouettes flicker and fade before my eyes as aversion has its limits.&lt;br /&gt;The familiar yet alien feeling seeps into me, engendering yet another rush of emotions I fight to surmount. &lt;br /&gt;Espousing this decision was perhaps one of the most painful I made.&lt;br /&gt;With few corroborators and dissidents aplenty I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the veracity of things stare me in the face. Convincing me of sentiments I harboured for so very long yet suppressed. &lt;br /&gt;The pangs of pain still plague me and though time has washed the wound cleanly,&lt;br /&gt;the scars are still vivid from it.&lt;br /&gt;Despondence stares at me in my face. &lt;br /&gt;A brutal and cutting reminder of the transient nature of things. &lt;br /&gt;Peripheral existance is something we all have to deal with but lately it seems more often than not. &lt;br /&gt;The close proximity of physical contact speaks nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, as the song goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You say it best, when you say nothing at all" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the play is over, and it is time for me to exit the stage, a quiet, subdued exit with no extravagence nor resplendance. Time for me to let go of the props once so meticulously taken care of. Time for me to bid adieu to the stage I once gave my heart and soul to. Time for me to seek a new direction, a new stage, a new crew for me to give a new performance. Time to view the play develop from the spectator stand. Time to take a careful look into my visage and reconcile with myself. Time to realise the play is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that play. I truly did. &lt;br /&gt;But the the msuic has died.&lt;br /&gt;My piece has ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1312811803281128937?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1312811803281128937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1312811803281128937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1312811803281128937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1312811803281128937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/05/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-709989122394709467</id><published>2008-04-30T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:03:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarters</title><content type='html'>Our tenacity proved instrumental to our march into the quarters.&lt;br /&gt;Facile? I should think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just to overwhelmed by emotions to think coherently now.&lt;br /&gt;In brief, we WON:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-709989122394709467?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/709989122394709467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=709989122394709467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/709989122394709467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/709989122394709467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/04/quarters.html' title='Quarters'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6922680932817175537</id><published>2008-04-13T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:45:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis</title><content type='html'>It starts this friday.&lt;br /&gt;I want their blood. Fight them on the court.&lt;br /&gt;Battle them on the court.&lt;br /&gt;I crave their blood. And crave victory.&lt;br /&gt;Those who hinder the progress of TJ Tennis. Beware of my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;For hedonistic people have no place in the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6922680932817175537?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6922680932817175537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6922680932817175537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6922680932817175537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6922680932817175537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/04/tennis.html' title='Tennis'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1371737928629690548</id><published>2008-04-12T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:52:36.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW</title><content type='html'>Finally, my A.&lt;br /&gt;It came amid a week ridiculed with tests and torment.&lt;br /&gt;Accolades to me and ethel in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Not meaning to sound like a petulant child, but&lt;br /&gt;there should have really only been 2As in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since PW has finally come to an end, perhaps I can just give my two cents worth on this subject which is so inane yet important. &lt;br /&gt;I had a group that was nothing short was appalling,&lt;br /&gt;but mercifully I had Miss ETHEL TAN to help me out(a.k.a Miss Neighbour, a.k.a fellow ex-Andersonian, a.k.a Mr Chee lover, a.k.a Brownie eater!) &lt;br /&gt;She worked dillgently and hard, easing the workload for me.&lt;br /&gt;So a big hug for Ethel here. &lt;br /&gt;(Kisses should be left for Mr C***)&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, &lt;br /&gt;the slothful and apathetic behaviour of the other two members drove me to the verge of becomin insane. &lt;br /&gt;Not meaning to be belligerent, but their work was so bad that even the one could literally weep looking at it. &lt;br /&gt;It was implausible for me to even get the A at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised.&lt;br /&gt;Being nice was never going to resolve any problems.&lt;br /&gt;Being incisive and indomitable was the only solution out. &lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, I do not regret all that I have said or done.&lt;br /&gt;My harsh words reflected only my inherent frustration at their lack of aptitude.&lt;br /&gt;My agressiveness arised solely from the ineptness of the two of them and the need to drag them along, whether they liked it or not. &lt;br /&gt;Being nice only served me misery on platters,&lt;br /&gt;one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulging their flippant behaviour was not going to get me the result I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, up to now, I find it esoteric to why they showed no resolve nor determination to achieve an A. &lt;br /&gt;Extol them? I should think not.&lt;br /&gt;All the praise should be for me and ethel,&lt;br /&gt;it would be extraneous to praise them especially since they were almost deterimental to our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is over. You two got those grades on my sweat, tears, blood, agony, pain and despair. You two don't deserve it at all for sure, but well, I can't interfere with the results can I? &lt;br /&gt;My A. My A. I worked so hard for this one that it is so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I still have to face the two of them because we are still classmates and the scars upon me from PW may fade but not truly be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I rejoice in the fact that it is an A. &lt;br /&gt;And I know that even with half a team of slackers,&lt;br /&gt;I can still deliver the goods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW has ended. And I must say,&lt;br /&gt;It was rather fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1371737928629690548?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1371737928629690548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1371737928629690548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1371737928629690548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1371737928629690548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/04/pw.html' title='PW'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8009754458868350051</id><published>2008-04-06T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:33:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>Arriving. At last. &lt;br /&gt;Spill your guts on the floor. Bleed your way off the court. Scream your lungs till they burst. Ache till your legs threaten to give way. &lt;br /&gt;For we must not fear fear. There will come a time when our abilities will no longer suffice. But this is not the time. This time, we duel to win.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be my farewell present. Let it be our last hurrah. Let it be for our school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8009754458868350051?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8009754458868350051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8009754458868350051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8009754458868350051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8009754458868350051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/04/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-359534377920846033</id><published>2008-03-30T18:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:52:30.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>The places remain... but have we changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wondered as he drove past the places he once spent so many happy moments. For the umpteen time since it occurred, he stopped to reflect and think through things and relieve the happy memories once more. Perhaps he was just trying to recall a past and find the people he had love to share again through the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music he had been playing on his hand phone fell silent as he gazed forlornly at the places which were in sharp contrast to his despondent feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, they had just joked and laughed over drinks in a place not too far away from school. Oh he remembered, remembered all too well those good times and how he missed just having fun, from their movie outings to their parties. He had never forget the way their concern felt and the moments they spent together. Today all is left are the fond memories of yesterday, his solitary relic of an emotion that went too soon. A sudden pang overwhelmed him and soon enough, he found himself fighting to hold back a torrent of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song just kept playing on belying his emotions for the song was just too cheerful. How was he to find a song that would be poignantly pertinent to him when all was left were jaded emotions. He always struggled to come to terms with the situation he could no longer deny for it was simply too compelling. Yet, his emotions just could not ebb away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked over at the time. It was 11.00pm. The minutes that went by felt like forever. Time seems to pass so slowly now, so slowly that it's almost excruciating at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still mawkish from reminiscing, he set off on the same familiar road that led to home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the song faded to a whisper, its last notes preparing to halt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-359534377920846033?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/359534377920846033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=359534377920846033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/359534377920846033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/359534377920846033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/03/places-remain.html' title='Late'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-657979680034339971</id><published>2008-03-23T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:41:59.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An accolade to me</title><content type='html'>For trying bravely and failing tragically at attempting to do some studying over the long break. I must say it is some what aberrant of me to actually enjoying going out with my family but I guess there is little need to be acrimonious about spending time with them! Haha it wasn't like it was bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Hwa Chong people are having their block tests this week, ample time for us to gloat at them as they slug their ways through those tedious test papers. Yet I guess it wouldn;t harm to give us some real exam practice right? But here is to wishing good luck to all my Hwa Chong friends out there!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please if you all get good results, there is a simply wonderful shop selling deletectable icecream near Hwa Chong. Island Creamerie. You do the mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets not dawdle and let time slip us by!&lt;br /&gt;Work hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-657979680034339971?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/657979680034339971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=657979680034339971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/657979680034339971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/657979680034339971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/03/accolade-to-me.html' title='An accolade to me'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-323586016652468181</id><published>2008-03-17T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:20:43.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>400th post</title><content type='html'>Here marks my 400th post on this well trodden frequent abused blog. It is pleasant to think how this blog has been around for 4 years now. (Only counting active blogging years). In this world of ever changing landscape, very little is constant now. Or as we can put it in layman's terms: Good old globalisation. I read an article recently on globalisation, here is a simple extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps the most apt definition for globalization is Princess Diana's death - an English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whiskey, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles, treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines. And this is posted on a Singaporean's blog, using Bill Gates' technology which he purportedly stole from the Japanese. And you are probably reading this on one of the IBM clones that use Taiwanese-made chips, and Korean-made monitors, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by lorries driven by Indians, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, trucked by Mexican illegal aliens, and finally sold to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless isn't it? How such a complex, arguable and debatable term can be expressed in a few quirky yet highly illuminating examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;br /&gt;Enough of this rambling of random idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;It is my 400th post!&lt;br /&gt;Alas, to mark it with the emergence of a new tagboard seems a tad queer.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, perhaps a fake respite from my humdrum old blog might entice some TAGGERS&lt;br /&gt;(Heavily hinting now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Happy St Patrick's Day(a few days late!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-323586016652468181?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/323586016652468181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=323586016652468181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/323586016652468181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/323586016652468181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/03/400th-post.html' title='400th post'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1208537104008152953</id><published>2008-03-10T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:11:18.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long break</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in ages!&lt;br /&gt;Well French went horribly...&lt;br /&gt;Let us not talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is getting more hectic people!&lt;br /&gt;Work hard together!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1208537104008152953?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1208537104008152953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1208537104008152953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1208537104008152953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1208537104008152953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-break.html' title='Long break'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-9185647437670077402</id><published>2008-02-19T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:23:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era</title><content type='html'>Lydia Shum is dead:(&lt;br /&gt;It is the end of an era...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Good things seem to be slipping out of my hands recently.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to stop them&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-9185647437670077402?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/9185647437670077402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=9185647437670077402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/9185647437670077402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/9185647437670077402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6683748998038840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6683748998038840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6683748998038840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendship-day.html' title='Friendship day!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-219096691641275681</id><published>2008-02-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:03:15.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Val's bday!</title><content type='html'>Today was Val's bday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to changi airport to celebrate for her!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Val!!!:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro is Yee chuin's bday!!!&lt;br /&gt;So Happy bday in advance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah&lt;br /&gt;many more many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So better drop hints if u want something specific people!&lt;br /&gt;Road run 2moro!&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-219096691641275681?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/219096691641275681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=219096691641275681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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glee!&lt;br /&gt;It is not often that we get such a long holiday!&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;keep the red packets and goodies coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7894004288845426969?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7894004288845426969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7894004288845426969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7894004288845426969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7894004288845426969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;2008 Australian Open CHAMPION!&lt;br /&gt;Now for Roland Garros, Wimbledon and US Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such these small little pieces of sports news that reminds me what I play for:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-9045331995084974202?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/9045331995084974202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=9045331995084974202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/9045331995084974202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/9045331995084974202'/><link 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Ave Maria!</title><content type='html'>MY WIFE IS IN THE SEMI FINALS OF THE AUSTRALIAN OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT HER FOR THE CROWN:D&lt;br /&gt;ALLEZ! MARIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1377354684494064894?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1377354684494064894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1377354684494064894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1377354684494064894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1377354684494064894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/01/maria-ave-maria.html' title='Maria! Ave Maria!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7524173644893246638</id><published>2008-01-20T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:26:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitcom Quote</title><content type='html'>"You give too much of yourself but things don't always work your way and they hurt"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7524173644893246638?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7524173644893246638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7524173644893246638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7524173644893246638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7524173644893246638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/01/sitcom-quote.html' title='Sitcom Quote'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-603202630274975367</id><published>2008-01-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:46:48.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss</title><content type='html'>I miss the times we ran 15 rounds around the track together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we sprinted up and down the track together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we did push ups and sit ups together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we were scolded and screamed at for bad play.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we grunted and moaned in pain and agony.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we cheered each other on and helped each other through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these times are long but past,&lt;br /&gt;just fragments of it surviving in my memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do rememeber, I always do.&lt;br /&gt;And because I do, it gives me the drive and motivation to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of that batch is over. Their traces are long but trickling from the courts. Who shall I place faith in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;Because I still want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Because I still can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do miss it.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;But change is constant....&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-603202630274975367?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/603202630274975367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=603202630274975367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/603202630274975367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/603202630274975367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss.html' title='I miss'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5482433545899282907</id><published>2008-01-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:33:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Browsing through a few of my friends' blogs, I chanced upon numerous English songs which they were recommending or condemning because of the lyrics/MV/beat etc. And then, it dawned upon me that I had never heard of, much less listened to those songs on their blogs ever before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I who first started off listening to bands like Westlife/ Backstreet Boys/ Britney(oh come on be fair! She had good songs in the past!) had stopped my fascination with English songs after being introduced to Chinese songs. I know some of the good old classics many older ex-hits, but when it come to newer songs, I flounder and stare blankly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change resistant. &lt;br /&gt;I who call my parents out dated often find my self in this problem as well. Change resistant. For we live in a world that is ever changing and ever evolving. Truth is eternal? No, Confuscius was wrong on that count. We speak of truth only in the present and never in the future for one never knows what may we discover or disprove in future. Embrace change we are told, for change is good we are taught, and without change, nothingwill improve we are educated. Change is eternal and the only constant in the world of ever changing landscapes and technology. It is the only truth that we can rely on. We change our handwriting to be neater, we go to gym to impress the girls, we research stem cells to change our lives. We change, because there is an imminent need to and to satisfy our wants. We change because we have to, society pushes us to change and refuses to let any stragglers on board. We change, because the human heart is just like change itself, fickle and ever changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that resisting change brings about little benefit. Resisting change means fighting against many. But if all change were good, what would be left to change? This is the ironic paraody of change itself. We see change as something good and wonderful, but sooner or later, something goes wrong with it or someone finds something against it and everything starts all over again. Like nature, change is continous and never ceasing, racing against its only rival, time. Time, like change, is something man can never conquer, but we try. We always have. We always will. For he who conquers time and change conquers all, they proclaim, but yet, he who conquers all time and change has to change for all is not a constant and all things in the world will continue to change. He who seeks to conquer time and change never becomes the ruler, he becomes its slave instead, forever running a tight race against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. Change. They say. Don't be stubborn. Change. Change. Don't be a fool. Change. Change. They say. Don't be reckless. Change. Change. Don't be a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise, change is a constant yes, but it is a constant that is changing too. He who is constant does not change but he who changes is constant. They cannot be mixed up. I have changed and the music industry has changed. Yet, change never heads the same way. I change in a different tangent from them and hence, we move apart from each other. No longer can bands like Linkin Park or My Chemical Romance move my heart, no long will I see good old boybands like Westlife dominating the scene soon. For this is change. It rips apart what you hold dear and destroys what you hold close to your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have grown and all have changed.&lt;br /&gt;We will all still grow and continue to change. How then? What shall we do when we find out that our paths, once entwined, have seperated? Do we change back? Do we continue changing in hope of finding an intersection point to save the relationship and salvage what we can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the answer.&lt;br /&gt;For the answer is ever changing too. Just like everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;And I will never know change like change knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that change cannot do something.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot rob us of the memories we once shared.&lt;br /&gt;The moments we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful times we passed in the most random places.&lt;br /&gt;The laughter, &lt;br /&gt;The tears,&lt;br /&gt;The joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;br /&gt;The constant that is so unconstant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to change this blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5482433545899282907?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5482433545899282907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5482433545899282907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5482433545899282907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5482433545899282907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4069997260668234074</id><published>2008-01-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:48:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>It was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is to our last year of education in uniform!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4069997260668234074?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4069997260668234074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4069997260668234074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4069997260668234074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4069997260668234074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5430243410554056772</id><published>2007-12-31T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:44:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the end of the year</title><content type='html'>I will do my summary SOON. &lt;br /&gt;But hey people,&lt;br /&gt;its been a wonderful 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Let us all enjoy the last day of it and think of nothing but celebrating all our hard work we have put in over the year ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are humans.&lt;br /&gt;And we need a break too.&lt;div 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moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2119597512586616345</id><published>2007-12-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:34:32.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late!</title><content type='html'>But still Merry Christmas to all young and old.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for next year people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2119597512586616345?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2119597512586616345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2119597512586616345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2119597512586616345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2119597512586616345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-late.html' title='A little late!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4916114607683491726</id><published>2007-12-19T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:46:12.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE</title><content type='html'>SO MANY TAGS ON MY TAGBOARD AYE? WELL SORRY PEOPLE I AM BUSY PREPARING FOR MY TRIP TO BINTAN THIS WEEKEND SO NOT MUCH TIME TO UPDATE! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO A BIG HUG TO THE PEOPLE WHO MADE THE TRIP SO FUN AND SPECIAL. ESPECIALLY THESE FEW&lt;br /&gt;YINGPENG(FOR HER MADNESS AND SONGS)&lt;br /&gt;HANZHI(FOR HER BIMBONESS AND SHOPPING CRAZES)&lt;br /&gt;MEIXUAN(FOR HER MEAN AND EVIL COMMENTS BUT FUN STORIES)&lt;br /&gt;SONGXIA(FOR BEING CRAZY AND A FELLOW LOVER OF FOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENG(FOR BEING A GOOD SHOPPING BUDDY)&lt;br /&gt;SHARA(FOR BEING GREAT COMPANY AND SHOPPING BUDDY)&lt;br /&gt;EVERIN SOH(FOR BEING THERE AND HAVING FUN TOGETHER)&lt;br /&gt;SIANG YONG AND RAYMUND(FOR BEING GREAT ROOMMATES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes I still miss taiwan alot:D&lt;br /&gt;It is really&lt;br /&gt;the trip of a life time:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures when i get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4916114607683491726?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4916114607683491726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4916114607683491726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4916114607683491726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4916114607683491726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-see.html' title='I SEE'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5600629899551773618</id><published>2007-12-15T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:46:14.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from taiwan!</title><content type='html'>Will blog more when I have the time but for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_cancer_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com"&gt;Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some interesting thing i did online&lt;br /&gt;and yes&lt;br /&gt;the sph ppl owe me lunch:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5600629899551773618?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5600629899551773618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5600629899551773618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5600629899551773618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5600629899551773618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-taiwan.html' title='Back from taiwan!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7079794823158134859</id><published>2007-11-29T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:27:06.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE!</title><content type='html'>Flying off this friday! Will be at Changi Airport T2 at 10.20am(BEST TIMING EVER!!)&lt;br /&gt;So bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7079794823158134859?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7079794823158134859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7079794823158134859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7079794823158134859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7079794823158134859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/11/bye.html' title='BYE!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-20136294687121264</id><published>2007-11-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:21:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!!!ZOMG!!!</title><content type='html'>So! Once again, the weekend arrives!:D&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally, mean friends like Mr Sundar would assume that kaijie would be out shopping with his parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;Am I a person who enjoys shopping that much?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a person who thinks that shopping is the best way to pass the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a person who only does shopping over the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okkkkk... I can hear the sniggering, stop it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amazingly! I went to Haw Par Villa today-_-&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, I didn't go very willingly, but oh well, there was a kind of charm of a forsaken villa which erm well was supposed to be rather famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I forgot that villa was at the far end of the island, namely pasir panjang-_-&lt;br /&gt;40 mins car ride there. And the entrance to the carpark was classic.&lt;br /&gt;Picture this &lt;br /&gt;A middle aged security guard holding a clipboard and speaking in a very raspy wheezy voice&lt;br /&gt;"Stil got parking lot, still got parking lot"&lt;br /&gt;(By the way it cost us 5 bleeding dollars to drive in!)&lt;br /&gt;And viola! We drove into the carpark to realise we were but one of FIVE cars there.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am not joking!&lt;br /&gt;5 cars!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that speak volumes about the popularity of the park!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this park is essentially pointless meaningless and dumb&lt;br /&gt;meaning no normal teenager(I never said I am normal!)&lt;br /&gt;would ever dream of going there for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I went was because my mum said she would bring me to lemongrass for lunch and that we could frighten my brother at the ten courts of hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some photos. Words cannot describe this weird "villa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g5JX63RQI/AAAAAAAAADc/h_kH6E8mo-0/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g5JX63RQI/AAAAAAAAADc/h_kH6E8mo-0/s320/IMG_0258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136418208218563842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken somewhere inside the villa. Weird isn't it? Somewhere INSIDE the villa and not at the entrance? I was rather puzzled. And no my brother insisted on taking photos with me today. Wasn't very amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9wn63RRI/AAAAAAAAADk/SIn-E92RHF4/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9wn63RRI/AAAAAAAAADk/SIn-E92RHF4/s320/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136423280574940434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9xH63RSI/AAAAAAAAADs/Pv0vI0M5TpI/s1600-h/IMG_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9xH63RSI/AAAAAAAAADs/Pv0vI0M5TpI/s320/IMG_0245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136423289164875042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9xn63RTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H2_e4MveNoo/s1600-h/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9xn63RTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H2_e4MveNoo/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136423297754809650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9yX63RUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fmOpyEULBHY/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9yX63RUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fmOpyEULBHY/s320/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136423310639711554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9y363RVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AwYuKeaPEwg/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g9y363RVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AwYuKeaPEwg/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136423319229646162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes as you can see I just spent my time taking more and more photos.&lt;br /&gt;Very fun time taking photos! &lt;br /&gt;Yes that is the main point of the park&lt;br /&gt;for people to take photos!&lt;br /&gt;What a HUGE attraction!&lt;br /&gt;Was puzzled over the link of various statues in the park too. Nothing seem to make much sense after a while. Felt like Alice in Wonderland after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a gruesome photo I took at the ten courts of hell!&lt;br /&gt;It was erm very explicit. You lie they pull out your tongue&lt;br /&gt;you rob they chop off your hands&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so far&lt;br /&gt;I think they expected to be scared?&lt;br /&gt;But I think they forgot about technology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0hBN363RWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P9-Wtf14cWA/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0hBN363RWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P9-Wtf14cWA/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136427081620997474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we found a battle site for pasir panjang near Haw Par Villa.&lt;br /&gt;I insisted on going up and bravo&lt;br /&gt;we saw ONE TANK AND ONE WOODEN BOARD-_-&lt;br /&gt;Some battle site!&lt;br /&gt;I was very appalled.&lt;br /&gt;But at least the view was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the photos yea?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I need to say about the serenity of the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0hBOX63RXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3QnCGqOJtxg/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0hBOX63RXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3QnCGqOJtxg/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136427090210932082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0hBPH63RYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4rdwt7F-msE/s1600-h/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0hBPH63RYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4rdwt7F-msE/s320/IMG_0273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136427103095833986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I would love to do these kind of stuff with my friends too!&lt;br /&gt;But who would want to go?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;At least today was fun!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-20136294687121264?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/20136294687121264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=20136294687121264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/20136294687121264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/20136294687121264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/11/zomgzomg.html' title='ZOMG!!!ZOMG!!!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/R0g5JX63RQI/AAAAAAAAADc/h_kH6E8mo-0/s72-c/IMG_0258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6935890185429262743</id><published>2007-11-12T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:38:16.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be kind!</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by Miss Miao Ru! &lt;br /&gt;So here is the quiz I have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miao Ru &lt;br /&gt;2. Ziye&lt;br /&gt;3. HuiLin&lt;br /&gt;4. Lee tat&lt;br /&gt;5. Vellay&lt;br /&gt;6. Vishi&lt;br /&gt;7. RongBin&lt;br /&gt;8. Beale&lt;br /&gt;9. Zhongting&lt;br /&gt;10. Gavin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is 6 having a relationship with: Thats a wonderful question! I would like to think he has a relationship with Ms Tan:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is 9 a female or a male: No. He is a playboy! An alpha male!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If 7&amp;10 are together, will it be a good thing: oh no. binbin belongs to me, and I am a selfish person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is 2 studying about: Saving money(she says she will succeed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you had a chat with 3: The day before she went to shanghai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What kind of music band does 8 likes: He doesn't admit it, but he loves Ahmad's band:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does 1 has any siblings: Yes! A cute sister and a naughty brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you woo 3: Are you joking? I have my wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How about 7: Oh he is my darling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is 4 single: He says he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the surname of 5: Oh no! I am sorry Vellay! Erm. it starts with D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the name of 10: Gavin Loh Suan Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the hobby for 4: Bitching about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do 5 and 9 get along: Yes. By bullying me:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is 2 studying now: At TJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where is 9 staying now: Simei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What colour does 4 likes: 0_0 All colours. Like his women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Does 7 like 2: WOW! I hope so! But no binbin is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are 5 and 1 best friends: They dont even talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Does 1 have any pets at home: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its done! WEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6935890185429262743?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6935890185429262743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6935890185429262743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6935890185429262743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6935890185429262743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-be-kind.html' title='Will be kind!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5593262102161358059</id><published>2007-11-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:05:34.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>HAVENT BEEN UPDATING I AM SO LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE JAY CHOU'S NEW CD&lt;br /&gt;AND THATS ALL I KNOW FOR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING FOR A CHALET ON FRIDAY AND ON SATURDAY:(&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANTS TO JOIN ME?&lt;br /&gt;I SIMPLY HATE GOING FOR THESE KIND OF STUFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5593262102161358059?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5593262102161358059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5593262102161358059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5593262102161358059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5593262102161358059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/11/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7749246789089931065</id><published>2007-10-28T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:16:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>And I thought chem was my greatest regret of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7749246789089931065?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7749246789089931065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7749246789089931065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8409327063635355133</id><published>2007-10-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:06:14.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Lee tat's blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Violin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/violin.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly intelligent, and mastering difficult subjects never intimidates you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may not be musical yet, you have a good ear - and you're sensitive to subtle differences in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dedicated and studious. You have a great work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;You study well under a teacher, and you don't mind repeating tasks or following instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and moody, you are very likely to convey a variety of rich emotions through your music.&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a passionate person... passionate enough to truly love the violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your high intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your sensitivity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again later. When I finally get some work done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8409327063635355133?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8409327063635355133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8409327063635355133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8409327063635355133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8409327063635355133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/10/off-lee-tats-blog.html' title='Off Lee tat&apos;s blog!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5231399709852715638</id><published>2007-10-13T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:26:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Vishi/Jia He/Shara&lt;br /&gt;So many birthdays in two days!&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5231399709852715638?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5231399709852715638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5231399709852715638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5231399709852715638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5231399709852715638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-happy-birthday.html' title='And happy birthday!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8888954857071739755</id><published>2007-10-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:57:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Kaijie had a great time with Kerry/Ziye and Val:D:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to catch a french film with kaijie:D?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8888954857071739755?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8888954857071739755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8888954857071739755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8888954857071739755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8888954857071739755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-3621298463615715016</id><published>2007-09-29T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:05:11.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>It is my biggest regret regarding my education.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Bane of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Waning moon of the North.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-3621298463615715016?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/3621298463615715016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=3621298463615715016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3621298463615715016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3621298463615715016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2913238940033892160</id><published>2007-09-22T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:50:49.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il est aujourd'hui.</title><content type='html'>Ce jour, tu vas nous quitter. &lt;br /&gt;Mais bonne chance!!!:D &lt;br /&gt;Je souhaite que tu peux trouver votre amour vrai!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2913238940033892160?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2913238940033892160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2913238940033892160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2913238940033892160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2913238940033892160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/il-est-aujourdhui.html' title='Il est aujourd&apos;hui.'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8665111491094490947</id><published>2007-09-18T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:45:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure=Kai Jie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 88% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EFEFEF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human.&lt;br /&gt;Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8665111491094490947?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8665111491094490947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8665111491094490947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8665111491094490947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8665111491094490947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/purekai-jie.html' title='Pure=Kai Jie'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4501580438792999529</id><published>2007-09-18T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:36:27.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>The ironic thing is that I am worried about an Adult who is going overseas for a long period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he wil be ok.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really really tired recently....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4501580438792999529?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7485670749462071021</id><published>2007-09-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:20:29.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit gums!</title><content type='html'>To all the girls who have had a share of the fruit gums kaijie always brings to school:&lt;br /&gt;How about bringing some snacks to share with kaijie one day too:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes sarah I love the donuts you brought to class the last time!&lt;br /&gt;:( Donut factory has wayyyy too long queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French prelims results are out I think.&lt;br /&gt;If it is correct, I should be getting 70 marks:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7485670749462071021?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7485670749462071021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7485670749462071021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7485670749462071021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7485670749462071021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/fruit-gums.html' title='Fruit gums!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5110698782673620855</id><published>2007-09-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:13:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!</title><content type='html'>My manners leaves much to be desired sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks binbin for letting me stay over at your house on Sunday:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know when you truly feel invisible?&lt;br /&gt;Its when you open the doors for people and they just walk past you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the thanks really.&lt;br /&gt;But others do.&lt;br /&gt;Manners. Manners. Manners. &lt;br /&gt;So positively shocking at times!&lt;br /&gt;Chem beckons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5110698782673620855?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5110698782673620855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5110698782673620855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5110698782673620855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5110698782673620855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh.html' title='Oh!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-1305675234875084463</id><published>2007-09-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:29:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ!!!</title><content type='html'>Well binbin and beale came over on thurs night to stay over and help prepare for the BBQ yup had fun at night too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Wet market and NTUC was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;Yup am becoming an aunty once again... Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;Badminton, tennis, marinating...&lt;br /&gt;Oh my head is still in such a muddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beale makes a damn good chef you all know?&lt;br /&gt;Well too bad lazy girls out there hahah, he is taken.&lt;br /&gt;So yes girls u all can try for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to blog more but some memories are just such for us to jealously guard.&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to all those who bothered to come all the way to my house for this little gathering despite our punishing schedules.&lt;br /&gt;Its all very well for me to organise such things for us but its the people who come that truly make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in particular to beale and binbin of course who went the extra mile in helping out so much(without them I think I would have just made cup noodles!Haha)&lt;br /&gt;And of course sorry for the lack of taiwanese hotdogs, drinks and ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a very merry gathering:D&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time, hope you all did too!&lt;br /&gt;Hope our dear "overage friend" had fun too?:D Haha&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our the hard work would have been worth it as long as you guys had fun:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-1305675234875084463?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/1305675234875084463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=1305675234875084463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1305675234875084463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/1305675234875084463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/bbq.html' title='BBQ!!!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-4990329344949203886</id><published>2007-09-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:20:31.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drat tennis</title><content type='html'>2-6 3-6 down to some german sixth seed today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Tried my best!&lt;br /&gt;And yes promos are coming soon!!! &lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF TENNIS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-4990329344949203886?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/4990329344949203886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=4990329344949203886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4990329344949203886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/4990329344949203886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/drat-tennis.html' title='Drat tennis'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2548481991307963796</id><published>2007-09-06T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:37:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An INFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/infj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.&lt;br /&gt;You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you truly see relationships as an opportunity to connect and grow.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy relationships as long as they are improving and changing. You can't stand stagnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you stay motivated and happy... as long as you are working toward a dream you support.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Hardworking, ethical, and helpful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Manipulative, weak, and unstable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2548481991307963796?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2548481991307963796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2548481991307963796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2548481991307963796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2548481991307963796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5476769014753331505</id><published>2007-09-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:15:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D:D:D:D:D:D</title><content type='html'>I am just in a very good mood.&lt;br /&gt;If you can ruin it then you must called the devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of loving life as though one is in love.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously people!&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT FAIR TO EXPECT ME TO KNOW THAT TAPIOCA IS NOT WHITE IN COLOUR&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean they are green at the Pasar Malam&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Well:D Whatever. Am still very happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5476769014753331505?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5476769014753331505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5476769014753331505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5476769014753331505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5476769014753331505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/09/dddddd.html' title=':D:D:D:D:D:D'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7676671735059347484</id><published>2007-08-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:59:06.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>Thursday was a really touching day for us.&lt;br /&gt;It started off normally enough with us going for lessons as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;Before I headed down to the MOELC for my French Listening.&lt;br /&gt;(It went quite ok thankfully!)&lt;br /&gt;After which I headed back to school for the LA night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA night, the jewel of our TA education.&lt;br /&gt;LA night, the time when TA shines.&lt;br /&gt;LA night, the pride of TA.&lt;br /&gt;LA night, the performance of fun and glory for TA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA night, the night where we bid farewell to someone close and dear to us.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have said all that I could and wanted to say in previous posts and cards to him.&lt;br /&gt;It will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved LA night overall, especially the plays and the films!&lt;br /&gt;But some poems and stories were simply weird... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpang bedok with binbin beale and lee tat after that!&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was such a great place near our school!&lt;br /&gt;How perfectly wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok really really tired Will blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;De facto et De jure. Toujours mon professeur. Merci beaucoup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7676671735059347484?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7676671735059347484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7676671735059347484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7676671735059347484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7676671735059347484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8139427559248118658</id><published>2007-08-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:52:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/spring.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world...&lt;br /&gt;You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST ALWAYS HAPPY WITH THE WORLD?!&lt;br /&gt;How interesting. Well there are ppl like my friends who make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Am assuming thats my world then?&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 is drawing to a close.&lt;br /&gt;Let hell begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8139427559248118658?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8139427559248118658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8139427559248118658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8139427559248118658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8139427559248118658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/queer.html' title='Queer!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8143414271762144523</id><published>2007-08-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:39:25.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French Prelins!</title><content type='html'>Two papers down and one more to go!&lt;br /&gt;Please wish me luck!!! I really want to do well for my French!!&lt;br /&gt;Oral was weird&lt;br /&gt;Ended up talking about homosexuals!&lt;br /&gt;Main paper was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Compo was on my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now screw the Americans and support the French.&lt;br /&gt;Allez France!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8143414271762144523?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8143414271762144523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8143414271762144523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8143414271762144523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8143414271762144523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/french-prelins.html' title='French Prelins!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7332012071595620172</id><published>2007-08-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:06:33.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am broke!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to some idiot who owes me thirty odd dollars,&lt;br /&gt;I have no money to buy the new pencil box I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I want to be calculative or anything,&lt;br /&gt;but seriously how long do you want to owe me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Beale is extreme right on those kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;And damn it I haven't finished my french!&lt;br /&gt;Voulez-vous couchez avec moi:D?&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;Travaille!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7332012071595620172?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7332012071595620172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7332012071595620172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7332012071595620172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7332012071595620172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-broke.html' title='I am broke!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-5609984887549694132</id><published>2007-08-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:02:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>350th Post!</title><content type='html'>WHAT A FUN WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;Will update later when I find some time!&lt;br /&gt;French now! And campus superstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JAY CHOU AND SECRETS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-5609984887549694132?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/5609984887549694132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=5609984887549694132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5609984887549694132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/5609984887549694132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/350th-post.html' title='350th Post!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-2203862453866414691</id><published>2007-08-23T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:30:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Econs</title><content type='html'>Not enough econs lecture in a week.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is how kaijie goes mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-2203862453866414691?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/2203862453866414691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=2203862453866414691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2203862453866414691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/2203862453866414691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/econs.html' title='Econs'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-3404479469038715351</id><published>2007-08-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:17:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>I got threatend by god:(&lt;br /&gt;But your FRENCH SUCKS MY DEAR:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;French was clearly not the language of the gods.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe greek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-3404479469038715351?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/3404479469038715351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=3404479469038715351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3404479469038715351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/3404479469038715351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6525971733750709132</id><published>2007-08-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:29:32.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed</title><content type='html'>[kaijie] Tu vas nous quitter. Au revoir, Le meilleur professeur que j'ai connu. Nous t'aimons beaucoup. says:&lt;br /&gt;there are gods and Gods.&lt;br /&gt;[kaijie] Tu vas nous quitter. Au revoir, Le meilleur professeur que j'ai connu. Nous t'aimons beaucoup. says:&lt;br /&gt;so there are idiots and Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;[kaijie] Tu vas nous quitter. Au revoir, Le meilleur professeur que j'ai connu. Nous t'aimons beaucoup. says:&lt;br /&gt;and of course there are cute people and Cute people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I love my quotes.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how pathetically lame they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6525971733750709132?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6525971733750709132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6525971733750709132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6525971733750709132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6525971733750709132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/indeed.html' title='Indeed'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-453252272060985876</id><published>2007-08-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:24:47.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><content type='html'>Rongbin says:&lt;br /&gt;well its hard being a cheery person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for friends to help me remain cheery. &lt;br /&gt;I am still sick.&lt;br /&gt;Sick physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-453252272060985876?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/453252272060985876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=453252272060985876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/453252272060985876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/453252272060985876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-6519252759308964090</id><published>2007-08-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:32:19.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holis!</title><content type='html'>Great holis!&lt;br /&gt;Shall not blog too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;Never know when something you say will offend someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kaijie confirms that Gavin is god.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT GOD on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;is open to debate:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-6519252759308964090?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/6519252759308964090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=6519252759308964090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6519252759308964090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/6519252759308964090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/holis.html' title='Holis!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-481610274210763635</id><published>2007-08-09T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:43:14.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo</title><content type='html'>Oh we all love TJC and their harsh harsh policies.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why so many people turned up yesterday for the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only remembered the drama one:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Hated the house captains singing part&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivocity after that:D&lt;br /&gt;Binbin and I just couldn't win the finals for the doubles!&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least I beat that bastard who interrupted our game.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody idiot. There was a freaking unoccupied machine next to us.&lt;br /&gt;He just had to disturb two little boy playing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well rush hour was relatively ok.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it should stop at number 3.&lt;br /&gt;Kengsheng and Vellay were making mean comments about some girls on the train.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its national day today?&lt;br /&gt;So hurray we erm love Singapore alot!&lt;br /&gt;(HAH! No excuse to come after me now Board of Censors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone like to come to my brother's bday party tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Just sms me!&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy. His friends all couldn't make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-481610274210763635?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/481610274210763635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=481610274210763635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/481610274210763635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/481610274210763635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/vivo.html' title='Vivo'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8601302649244978987</id><published>2007-08-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:39:19.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time</title><content type='html'>One more time something like this happens. &lt;br /&gt;Please seriously dream of me using my dad's credit card to book.&lt;br /&gt;Its bad enough I have to arrange the outing and accomodate times.&lt;br /&gt;I really detest last minute confirmations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mot est un mot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8601302649244978987?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8601302649244978987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8601302649244978987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8601302649244978987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8601302649244978987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-time.html' title='One more time'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-8511357953529341933</id><published>2007-08-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:16:39.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/RrdH_66PsMI/AAAAAAAAACc/C-LhnFdepL4/s1600-h/Tennis+team!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/RrdH_66PsMI/AAAAAAAAACc/C-LhnFdepL4/s320/Tennis+team!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095620666863890626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/RrdH_66PsNI/AAAAAAAAACk/91c_SLB_3yo/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/RrdH_66PsNI/AAAAAAAAACk/91c_SLB_3yo/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095620666863890642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey when can i see you guys again:D?&lt;br /&gt;Doubles again Terrence:D?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-8511357953529341933?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/8511357953529341933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=8511357953529341933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8511357953529341933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/8511357953529341933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApVJmr567bU/RrdH_66PsMI/AAAAAAAAACc/C-LhnFdepL4/s72-c/Tennis+team!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538579.post-7417768111634634520</id><published>2007-08-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:11:52.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCE!</title><content type='html'>We can do this.&lt;br /&gt;We should do this.&lt;br /&gt;We must do this. &lt;br /&gt;We always do this.&lt;br /&gt;We will do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let us keep things a little low profile for now.&lt;br /&gt;After all!&lt;br /&gt;Cats out of their bags are not easy to put back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538579-7417768111634634520?l=suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/feeds/7417768111634634520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538579&amp;postID=7417768111634634520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7417768111634634520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538579/posts/default/7417768111634634520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspicionscorpion.blogspot.com/2007/08/silence.html' title='SILENCE!'/><author><name>C'est moi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978266435653618570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
