<?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-6236112664040996068</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:58:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits of ker's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-3977441055528191586</id><published>2009-06-28T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:23:11.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected! what you did to my heart!</title><content type='html'>This entry is here because it’s one of the best Saturday nights (ok, maybe one of the better Saturdays) I had in a long while. It started with transformers with Yue and Matt, movie was great and it was really nice to see mr moon after so long, pretty much the same I should say. After that, changed 2 times train to get to harbourfront to meet secret! Its been a long time since I last saw her, searched around the place for our stuff and proceeded to orchard to look at more sales stuff, raoul included. Up till now, it is only the boring part, what happens next is the fun part. Secret was supposed to go on a date with B, who I must say, can’t plan first dates properly. Can’t get seats, bringing unexpected friends whom secret doesn’t know along. Please if you’re a man, at least have the decency to inform if you’re bringing friends along on a first date! And if you can’t book the place, suggest another place, not get some lousy seats to share. Upon hearing that his friends were there, secret was a little hesitant, unsettled, was she to go and put herself through all that? The following sms changed her mind. It says, “I’m sharing table with my 2 friends, and they are trying to get another table for us.” That changed the situation, walking midway to the place, I asked, “do u still wanna go?” Silence followed. “If you don’t want, we could think of an excuse and walk away." She was tempted, the street outside ymca was empty. I could tell she didn’t want to go at all, so I said to her, “Say your friend has a problem and needs you to be there right this moment.” After a to and fro sms, I added, “Your friend is suicidal, she has tried before.” After trading a few more smses, he said, "No worries, I'll be there till late and if you're in the area, you could head down here." And so with that behind us, we headed to cathay where I saw someone familiar and called him, think he was there right after soccer as he was still in shorts, I think, the walkway was dark. We still hadn’t had dinner, so secret said, we can now eat! But because she and I ate some finger food at paragon beforehand, we weren’t that hungry, so we went to caramel, near the cathay to have some cakes and tea. And I must say their cakes and tea are not bad if you know how to choose them. I say this because secret doesn’t really know how to choose properly and chose weird stuff, which ended up being a flop. We sat and chatted for a very long time, catching up on the past stuff that I missed and about 11 we left caramel, I must say, it is quite a chill place, could do with a tv, though it wouldn’t fit into its theme. We left and walked around for a while contemplating the activities that await us. Checked out timings for midnight movies, after there weren’t any satisfactory timings for ghosts of girlfriends past, she decided to bring me to keppel bay for the scenery. Went home for car, drove to farrer road. I said “Holland v's around the area, wanna head there for desert?”. “2am desertbar!” “Guide me there!” I concluded. What a relaxing place, I could spend the night there man! The desert is seriously one of a kind, of course in a delicious manner! Maybe its us not knowing how to appreciate, but the pairing of the desert with the carmenere is a little weird. Like it doesn’t really bring much flavour to the desert, which was already quite flavourful. Chatted more till 2, and we decided to call it a night and head home, and my, she really stays quite in deep, rather inaccessible without a car. Driving with carmenere in you is rather exciting, as it’s my first time. But we haven’t been to keppel bay yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been great catching up, I felt honored that you stood someone up for the first time and went ahead to spend time with me. I must say, you look fabulous as ever, or ever better, I sure didn’t regret being fond of you. You know what you want in life, you know what to look out for in a man, you are knowledgeable, you can hold up intelligent conversations, you are beyond great! Most of all, you’re making me wanna fall for you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go for a night run and head to camp kizuna tml!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3977441055528191586?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3977441055528191586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3977441055528191586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3977441055528191586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3977441055528191586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/06/unexpected-what-you-did-to-my-heart.html' title='Unexpected! what you did to my heart!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7832403444485014135</id><published>2009-06-26T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:43:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day!</title><content type='html'>Shall make an entry to mark the last day of work at ms, these few weeks, how should I say, at times, time seems to crawl by, especially when I’ve got nothing to do, but I need to say a big thank you to all those that chatted with me, that provided me the links to do online window shopping. Time seemed to pass by with a little more urgency when I have thing to look forward to. Those small things like sentosa, singing, birthdays, really appreciate them. Working here, you could say I had a slight insight into the working life of adults. It’s bloody boring! Life has no meaning. You go to work, go home, eat, watch tv and sleep and you go to work again. Meaningless! Yesterday, when sitting on the sofa watching tv, I thought to myself, will I want to be like that in the future, 6 years down the road. I thought, now I know why some people are so avant garde, they choose to live their life differently, like those in movies, run an inn by the sea per say. From where I stand, it seems almost heaven-like. But looks like I’ve no choice, gotta lead the mundane life that everyone I see at the 0750 train leads. They set a target, something to achieve, something that drives them, something like a first million, something like to retire in the maldives. But what if that something is so far away that you actually lose yourself in searching for it? Would you still go about the daily commute or take a different path? Or driven my other factors, you’ve no other options but to comply. I actually thought of like opening a beach shop, but even that requires capital, capital which u gotta work to raise. To work, is going through the above mentioned. It’s an intricate web, much like how the feds are printing money to buy their own bonds and pump into the system, which ultimately causes hyper-inflation at the rate they are going. In conclusion, everybody in this island starts off the same. To think I actually sat in front of the tv to think when I wanted to go walk orchard road, see how much it has change.&lt;br /&gt;After the thinking session, I went to the comp(AGAIN!!after a day at it) to watch nights in rodanthe, I wanted to watch it last time, but as usual, couldn’t find the company to go. I must admit, I teared a little, because I know the feeling, when you think you’ve found someone, to look forward to, only to lose them in the end. It was really quite sad, seeing how both characters changed each other for the better, even though they spent wad little time there was in the beach inn. After the beach, they looked forward, they got their hopes up! Maybe I have something against getting hopes up too easily and have them dashed, shattered like the cup that I broke not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that’s enough for this entry, done while listening to last entry’s song of the week, before and continuing into lunch, on my last day. I wana say special thanks to sarah, michelle, wenmin, ryu and the guys, who have made the period in ms great, otherwise, it’ll be grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7832403444485014135?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7832403444485014135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7832403444485014135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7832403444485014135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7832403444485014135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html' title='last day!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-622564020864092514</id><published>2009-06-09T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:06:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday while swimming, I overheard part of a conversation that a father was having with his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: “…then I always cannot go out with my friends!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: “Ok, Daddy promise you ok, I’ll work very hard…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued swimming, and during the swim, I can’t help thinking of those two lines I heard, are they just empty promises or is the father really gonna work hard? When I was young, I had tones of empty promises, so much so that I’ve come not to expect too much from promises by adults, because they usually amount to naught. In other words, its, the higher the expectation, the harder the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the week: 至少还有你 - 林忆莲&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-622564020864092514?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/622564020864092514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=622564020864092514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/622564020864092514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/622564020864092514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-while-swimming-i-overheard.html' title=''/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1523165665132106345</id><published>2009-06-03T22:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:16:10.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip, draining and hurting</title><content type='html'>Life has been rather busy right now, so there’s less of blogging. Just to sum up the first 5 months of 2009, jan-apr, still stuck in camp, no life, don’t wana talk about it. April, ORD, never felt so relieved in my life, that I’m outta the shithole! ORD life has been great, kinda like a tai tai. Ha, morning exercise, the rest of the day to myself and tuition. May, Taiwan trip, great trip! Rated, 7/10. Those whom I already talked to, know where the 3 points have gone. Those that don’t know, nevermind. Came back from TW, reached singpore at 12pm. The next day report for work at MiSo. Tired. Work has been good, now still learning stage, so the workload not that great, but its rather dry and have to pretend to be busy due to some “eyes”. Xbox to play, free drink, and if OT free dinner, what’s not to love? Then came sundown marathon, the results, you can see it below. As per time of writing, the photos are not up yet, so no photos for your eyes. This marathon, was different, I knew I was running for the last few or even last, so I gave it all. But alas, I must say it was a very lonely run, along a few stretches, I almost wanted to give up, it was like I had nothing to run for. Step by step I went on, the people that i pass giving me more strength, till the finish line. Looked forward to the massage man, and I must say, it was every bit satisfying. Bathed at jouie’s golf club with nothing in hand, so it was rather airy, with only a towel and sweat laden fbts. Even so, I still made it to main road where everybody were still running past and chatted with the road marshal, who jouie and yl thought were older than us when she was in fact 2 years younger. Oh, the envious look of the passerby when they noticed the finisher tee, I could see it in their dreary eyes man. Didn’t know I had abrasion till I bathed and it wasn’t the satisfying feeling that I felt at the end of the run. And it was back to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rank  :  66                  &lt;br /&gt;Bib No. : 4154        &lt;br /&gt;Name :  KERWIN TAN           &lt;br /&gt;Gun Time  :  4:10:58.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the topic that dtz requested, this is dedicated to you. So far, may and june has been rather kind to me, with the few that I just got to know, but one, just one event was enough to be the killjoy. Look, I know it didn’t work out, u said we still are, why then did u look away, even when its so obvious. Your tactic in stalling for time and ‘strolling’ down the escalator gave you away. I just wana know why, why the feign ignorance. Was it because I was with my mom? Or was it because you were with another guy, so it wasn’t convenient? How convenient. Do you know how that felt? My guess, you don’t! For if you do, you woudn’t have acted the way you did. It really hurts, but I’ll live.&lt;br /&gt;DTZ, july is coming, please don’t be sad, look forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the week: 最熟悉的陌生人 – 箫亚轩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your head on shoulder, made me feel again, feel like I have a purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1523165665132106345?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1523165665132106345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1523165665132106345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1523165665132106345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1523165665132106345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-draining-and-hurting.html' title='trip, draining and hurting'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1419816308180979709</id><published>2009-01-27T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:46:24.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 minutes</title><content type='html'>Recently, I’ve been having weird dreams, and I now believe that the moment between waking up and sleeping, anything can be real. One morning, after waking up, still lazed in bed for another 10mins, had a little dream, and although its only 10, it felt very real, so much so that I woke up with tear streaks. What’s wrong man, 10mins of dream can do so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1419816308180979709?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1419816308180979709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1419816308180979709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1419816308180979709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1419816308180979709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-minutes.html' title='10 minutes'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-3550689880348833327</id><published>2009-01-11T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:07:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc, Help Please!</title><content type='html'>I was cleared by an orthopedic on 5th Jan that my knee pain is just ITB, it will go away with some simple stretching and warming up. And warm up and stretch i did on 10th Jan, but within meters from 2km, it acted up again, so much so that i really couldn't continue. However, the pain eased with sprinting, so i sprinted and after the session, i was barely walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, Please tell me I'm gonna run again. Kerwin without running is like Kerwin without his heart pumping. Who can jumpstart it? Only you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3550689880348833327?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3550689880348833327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3550689880348833327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3550689880348833327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3550689880348833327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/01/doc-help-please.html' title='Doc, Help Please!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1039979924034531902</id><published>2009-01-05T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:25:06.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lub-dub lub-dub</title><content type='html'>You know those nights where u lie on your bed unable to get to sleep? And then you turn to a side and in the quietness of it all, you hear your heart beating, lub-dub lub-dub. What if it stops, will you die or will you get a moment of happiness? How I wish it was the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I fail to read it, fail to read that she’s just being herself, being too nice to say her thoughts right on the spot. I was shown the signs, and you know why I failed to read them? Because I let my feelings lead the way, let it lead me by the nose, ignoring all the signs, all the body language. Why did I let my feelings dominate? For a simple reason, I’ve found her, the perfect one. She’s smart, pretty, super nice, supportive, independent, bright eyes, cute shiny shoulders, beautiful little natural curl at the end of her hair and her family closely co-relates to mine. Is she perfect or what? Before I met her, I was a guy, the guy who lived from day to day, the guy who when the sun rises wished that the sunset quicken its footsteps, a guy with no plans. After I met her, I had plans, I put my almost dead mind to work thinking of stuff to do. I looked forward to this, looked forward to that. The times I spent with her, only two words defines it, truly memorable. I haven't had such colours,lights and fun for a long time and I sincerely hope that more of such times would be in the short, mid and long future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wrote it here, I know you’ll never see it, but there’s a part of me that really wants you to read this, read it and tell me, tell me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now i know why a car is a good tool and vehicle&lt;br /&gt;*"what's the point? The point is you can't control who you love!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1039979924034531902?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1039979924034531902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1039979924034531902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1039979924034531902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1039979924034531902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-those-nights-where-u-lie-on.html' title='lub-dub lub-dub'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-658316867632611245</id><published>2008-11-02T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:12:53.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCT 08</title><content type='html'>I’ve been wanting to blog for quite some time now, just that I’ve problems sitting myself down and typing (because I don’t want to repeat the routine that I go through everyday in the office). At long last, I shall blog starting from the events that happened most recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell the severity of a dream when u actually wake up and find that you are in tears? If only I could remember the whole dream, now I only have flashes of images. Can’t remember if I was the main lead or a third person role, but the dream was apparently extremely sad and/or touching. Don’t even know why I’ll have this kinda dream man, lately the dreams I’ve been getting are becoming increasingly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never go jogging if u feel like shitting. Because in addition to jogging which strains you, part of your mind and body is screaming to let the shit outta yourself, so you’ll feel doubly crappy during the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I should never think of negative stuff during my long runs, they really suck the motivation outta me, thus making me feel like I’m losing my running mojo these few sessions. I’ve gotta incorporate some new training elements into my runs as my body is getting too used to my current training schedule. Stanchart is coming and I need to up the ante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, no money no honey, but after hearing from one of my filthy rich friend, sometimes, not having too much money works just fine. He is loaded to a point where the secondary school relies on him to have their field and track built up when he gets into trouble(s). Boy meets girl in a private school, girl likes boy, boy and girl gets together. They were happy together until boy finds out that girl is/was a social escort. WTF! The same scenario happened again, just that this time round, girl used to be a web-cam girl. Bang! Bang! This is but one of the many facets of the life of rich kids, but if you are not as screwed as him, I guess you’ll turn out alright. (not that I’m saying he’s a bad kid or what, in fact he’s a really nice person. It’s just an example here.) But then again, it wouldn’t help if you didn’t need to worry about uni and misc fees and can shop freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I watched a quite some time ago movie called Sex is Zero 2. Its hilarious but at the same time it teaches the right values to youths. I may have told you or I have not, but the main lead in the movie looks a lot like my ex in MJ, looking back at the pictures, I really think I should have treasured her more. Partly, this constituted part of the negative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What about now? What about today? What if you're making me more than i would ever be? What if our love never went away? What if it's lost behind words we could never find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-658316867632611245?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/658316867632611245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=658316867632611245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/658316867632611245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/658316867632611245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/11/oct-08.html' title='OCT 08'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-6859686881574311946</id><published>2008-10-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:34:56.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>A friend once asked me when I was back in school, why now? And my reply to him was that “I’m ready to be tied down.” And I did, only for a short while. I’ve always had all these plans of what to do for this and for that and how to execute them, but for a while now, I’ve never had the chance to. Now, that I’m ready yet again, I find myself prepared at the wrong time yet again. Am I such a good sport to be played with. Absence does really make the heart grow fonder, it rages after every absence and meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have got a fracture from soccer session with the guys, though i can brisk walk normally, there are times when the pain is there and i can't get the full range of motion for my ankle. Guess I'm staving off the sports for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-6859686881574311946?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6859686881574311946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=6859686881574311946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6859686881574311946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6859686881574311946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-6068842189058434516</id><published>2008-08-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:20:16.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.H.M.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the AHM and I must say its every bit as I imagined, although this time round, it was a little tougher all thanks to the C.engineers who built the tarmac road in the barrage. That stretch was torturous, with the Officer CS team on my heels. But it takes someone of officer CS material to beat that team and they were left smelling the tar. I really need to thank the 3 ladies for being my pacer unknowingly along the ECP stretch. If not for them, I guess I would’ve slowed quite a bit and get stitch. On the whole, I think it was quite a well run race and I hope to better my PB from stanchart07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fcuking detest my fcuked up officer, CPT H.T.K. What a CB fella, questioning the directive when you don’t even know where is it found, much less questioning the authority of the setter whose rank is like twice yours? Fcuking wake up dude, you pick on this kinda minute amoeba, but when it comes to big decisions, your balls shrink to the size of the same amoeba. Why? Because you are so used to your boys doing everything for you that when it comes to crunch time, you’re at a loss. All you know how to do is to be careful, cover your ass with 10 tonnes of armour. What are you afraid of? Losing your pension? Getting demoted? You should be glad that you even have that lowly CPT to being with, you incompetent son of a female rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t wait for my time to be up and you can be assured that I’ll definitely drop some bombs to pay you back so that you’ll have to use your well protected puny ass to take the rap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-6068842189058434516?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6068842189058434516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=6068842189058434516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6068842189058434516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6068842189058434516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahm.html' title='A.H.M.'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7000764843099908380</id><published>2008-08-12T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:23:23.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC rules</title><content type='html'>Got a super long weekend this week as it was the national day holiday followed by 2 days MC. Beat the Monday blues and the Tuesday violets. Just sitting at home with the tv put on Olympics swimming is the best man. And I must say, Phelps is god-like, all the talk before the games about him able to get rid of lactic acid faster that a normal person does I guess is true after all. As what his mom says, if he can live in water, he would. Damn back to work tomorrow, so I’ll miss out on the next few finals that phelps is taking part in. How I wish I could swim like him and have his type of body. Also, taking 2.5hrs of afternoon nap is damn refreshing, something that I can never do in the office. These two days have been great, finishing up on my book and starting on another that is of much relevance. This is the life man, if only I can live my life like this till my time is up, not having to worry about financial matter, educational matters family matters and nausea service matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to December as its most importantly my birthday, standard chartered 2008 and CLEARING LEAVE. If only Olympics is held in December too, besides the winter Olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7000764843099908380?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7000764843099908380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7000764843099908380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7000764843099908380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7000764843099908380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/08/mc-rules.html' title='MC rules'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1874667729061011093</id><published>2008-08-03T13:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:41:41.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05:07:26.84</title><content type='html'>Finally received my marathon cert after 2 months. Not bad for a first timer I must say. Was kinda expecting sub 5 though. Let that be the target come this December 7th, one day after 20th birthday. Overall, the race was every part draining as I expected it to be. After the end, even climbing up and down the escalator at TM for mac breakfast hurt as much or even more than the race itself. Luckily the place we parked was so near the venue thanks to Jouie’s dad and the nice bath after that was refreshing. Path of energy: full stomach, hungry, stomachache and finally, no strength and pain to even go shit. But! Here:&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember if this says shiok or i wanna shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SJU-UePnClI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8vPaaXGWZew/s1600-h/sundown"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SJU-UePnClI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8vPaaXGWZew/s400/sundown" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230155063697541714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look and you can tell the smile is fake. But then again, why so serious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SJU_NfIwzwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NzjYQ1sU3Dg/s1600-h/kerpig+dp1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SJU_NfIwzwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NzjYQ1sU3Dg/s400/kerpig+dp1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230156043189800706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, mr ryu and I met one of our long time friend and I must say ryu, even though u say u were asked, u’re still cheapo. Ha. And boy, a mouth unrivalled by any machine gun our friend has. On and on, no pause, not detecting any sign of disinterest and most amazingly, not thirsty at all. U dug your own grave hur ryu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At heeren we heard, misinterpreted and thought of a PU line and we won frisby from the freedom tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week, after my dental, I spent the remaining of the morning sitting at home in front of the Tv. This was reminiscent of the A levels period where after the intensive morning session mugging, I would just sit on the sofa and watch Channel 5 morning programmes. Especially the cooking shows, damn nice and relaxing man. Oh how i miss those days, but then again, not the hardcore mugging days. I think we should treasure such weekends as in the future (come Aug 09) we might not be as free as before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1874667729061011093?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1874667729061011093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1874667729061011093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1874667729061011093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1874667729061011093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/08/05072684.html' title='05:07:26.84'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SJU-UePnClI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8vPaaXGWZew/s72-c/sundown' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-4703428953908710226</id><published>2008-06-29T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:31:27.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierre</title><content type='html'>This week, week 26 was a rather mixed one, had track gathering on Fri night, photos, refer to facebook. Was nice catching up with the peeps, although it would have been better if I had the chance to talk to a few others more. And listening to jan’s description of science camp makes me look forward to my turn next year! But then again, it’s the dragon babies batch, so, less harvest. Ha. And then I realize, ever since I entered Nausea Service, my life has come to a complete standstill, nothing much to update people on. Nothing interesting happening and most importantly, nothing has changed. Saded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that made my halfway-through-the-year week so extremely satisfying was the buying of my dope bag, the Pierre Cardin that I showed you yz. Woohoo, Ryu says I’ve found THE bag! Ha, maxed out shiokness. Just to side track abit, 2 new guys came into office, their names are Max and Kai, WTH man, what do you think this is? A Beyblade cartoon? Ok, back to the bag, even mum and sis says it’s nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went running in the afternoon at around 3, I almost died a roasted death. On the verge and evaporating into another dimension. Its so hot I can even see the ground like emitting steam from afar. Its like rolling in a pizza oven and out. Damn its hot. Sleep also will perspire. If only I have the know how to distillate sweat into pure drinking water, S’pore will not have a water shortage anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4703428953908710226?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4703428953908710226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4703428953908710226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4703428953908710226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4703428953908710226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/06/pierre.html' title='Pierre'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-5298454962480472621</id><published>2008-06-21T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:59:42.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored I wanna cry, thus the phrase bored to tears. Home alone with nothing to do, nothing interesting to watch and nowhere to go, I'm really fcuking bored man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5298454962480472621?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5298454962480472621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5298454962480472621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5298454962480472621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5298454962480472621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-295473070247359700</id><published>2008-05-20T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:28:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short getaway</title><content type='html'>Ok, as you all can see, its been some time since then last update and quite a few significant events have occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first being the Bintan Trip. One of those trips where you can get to fulfill those childhood dreams of being a king. Live in a villa, not having a limit as to what time to wake up, spend lavishly and eat profusely. Pictures below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQW9Jvj3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hBH62losZCI/s1600-h/Picture+030+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQW9Jvj3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hBH62losZCI/s400/Picture+030+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449612357472114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the sun is up,burning my ass already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQXNJvj4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/e-IDmj2yBTo/s1600-h/Picture+035+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQXNJvj4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/e-IDmj2yBTo/s400/Picture+035+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449616652439426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole lot of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQXNJvj5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/c4Lbwpg15aA/s1600-h/Picture+038+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQXNJvj5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/c4Lbwpg15aA/s400/Picture+038+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449616652439442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJdJvjyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wE5AoRSMtHk/s1600-h/Picture+001+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJdJvjyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wE5AoRSMtHk/s400/Picture+001+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449380429238050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twirling with my leg-ic hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJ9JvjzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Lh_SYlP3IG0/s1600-h/Picture+006+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJ9JvjzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Lh_SYlP3IG0/s400/Picture+006+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449389019172658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buggies, a tool for transportation and a tool for accidents.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJ9Jvj0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/O8sbSNkIigM/s1600-h/Picture+008+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJ9Jvj0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/O8sbSNkIigM/s400/Picture+008+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449389019172674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The million dollar buffet dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJ9Jvj1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/jAN-YGlZsvc/s1600-h/Picture+014+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQJ9Jvj1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/jAN-YGlZsvc/s400/Picture+014+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449389019172690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we really eat like kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQKNJvj2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0_MvLx-1nXo/s1600-h/Picture+020+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQKNJvj2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0_MvLx-1nXo/s400/Picture+020+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202449393314140002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tonnes of movies that I have watched over the course of these few weeks, so much so that I have forgotten the ratings that I intended to give. Therefore, I declare that I’m not gonna give anymore ratings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy tea session cum induction programme this weekend, am glad that I finally got in after applying for the second time. But the thought that I’m gonna be course mate with one asshole from the shithole school I’m from irritates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-295473070247359700?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/295473070247359700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=295473070247359700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/295473070247359700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/295473070247359700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/05/short-getaway.html' title='short getaway'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SDLQW9Jvj3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hBH62losZCI/s72-c/Picture+030+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-8742257549717607006</id><published>2008-04-13T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:45:58.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shorts!</title><content type='html'>Kept my purchases in my cupboard and forgot about it, when i found it today, I'm so glad, glad to see my newly purchased cooling and comfy shorts! They were purchased at men's bazaar yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that feeling of emptiness just looms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-8742257549717607006?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8742257549717607006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=8742257549717607006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8742257549717607006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8742257549717607006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/04/shorts.html' title='shorts!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-5817690217585633329</id><published>2008-04-13T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:48:31.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Chance</title><content type='html'>This weekend, nothing interesting, just the usual. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with watching a movie that I find meaning-fully nice. It started this week, and its called Definitely, Maybe. The tag line is Three Relationships, Three Failures, One Last Chance. So for those of you who thought that my nick was referring to something else, its not. So young only, one last chance, yz u mad ar? Ok, the movie showcases the complex relationship of Ryan Reynolds(boyishly charming) with 3 women after some begging from his sex-educated daughter(watch the show and u’ll understand). And sometimes I really wonder if the Americans lead such busy yet complicated lives. Working their ass off and still have time to handle such relationships(It just shows how boring lives can get here over in the other side of the world). Its like what Maia(his daughter) said, She likes you, but you already love someone. You like her, but she already has someone, now there’s nobody for you. His daughter is a great actor too, if only in real life children understand things that quickly. How can he say he’s happy when even his daughter can tell he’s not. And the rating? 4.75 stars. I strongly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was Superband2 auditions, ok, I’m not in it, I just went down to provide some much needed confidence shot in the arm. This is the first time I heard them sing and I must say they are SUPERB! Even better than the live version of Jay. Without a doubt they got through, but they were still being considered. Auditions were just for show, they let in too many teams and some of them were seriously crap. Even the camera crew were shocked they got through. Ok, below are a pictures and their entrance video to stardom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5ViQ03BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nEDep5qhEY0/s1600-h/SSL21364+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5ViQ03BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nEDep5qhEY0/s400/SSL21364+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188632025333292050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5VyQ03CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FNAzK6cWV1s/s1600-h/SSL21371+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5VyQ03CI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FNAzK6cWV1s/s400/SSL21371+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188632029628259362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5VyQ03DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/n3VglpNFjCQ/s1600-h/SSL21379+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5VyQ03DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/n3VglpNFjCQ/s400/SSL21379+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188632029628259378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45SQ028I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ku17FmzsrW8/s1600-h/SSL21333+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45SQ028I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ku17FmzsrW8/s400/SSL21333+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631540001987522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45iQ029I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vhBt97ZqCoM/s1600-h/SSL21340+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45iQ029I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vhBt97ZqCoM/s400/SSL21340+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631544296954834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45yQ02-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_AvjzZ1o-ec/s1600-h/SSL21343+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45yQ02-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_AvjzZ1o-ec/s400/SSL21343+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631548591922146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45yQ02_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uTnXdL61qMw/s1600-h/SSL21350+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG45yQ02_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/uTnXdL61qMw/s400/SSL21350+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631548591922162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG46CQ03AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SqHmg-Df7OQ/s1600-h/SSL21354+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG46CQ03AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SqHmg-Df7OQ/s400/SSL21354+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631552886889474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs9Z5hPptGc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs9Z5hPptGc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels in less than 5 mins eh ryu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm considering learning some other courses now that my driving is over and done with. What shall i do? I'm already considering life-guard, martial arts, baking, some water sports like wind surfing,etc and dancing, not hip-hop, but ballroom. Anyone got anymore suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5817690217585633329?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5817690217585633329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5817690217585633329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5817690217585633329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5817690217585633329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-last-chance.html' title='One Last Chance'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/SAG5ViQ03BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nEDep5qhEY0/s72-c/SSL21364+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-2297323062380130621</id><published>2008-04-10T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:49:01.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVNpzFFDKWU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVNpzFFDKWU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this kinda small crap that totally makes one laugh the shit away, and yes,pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2297323062380130621?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2297323062380130621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=2297323062380130621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2297323062380130621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2297323062380130621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='shit!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-3532221086530892479</id><published>2008-04-10T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:20:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Bun!</title><content type='html'>I fcuking hell wana ORD, seeing so many people, especially the close colleagues ord, makes me feel like ord-ing myself, although its possible system-ly but not in real life. And the more I stay in that fcuked up camp, the more I feel that the force consists of only useless people, people who are the scums of society. A dumping ground for the garmen to make productive use of the 25% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend asked me, if i had the chance to live my live over again, would i have stuck with my decisions made till now or would i have changed a few. My answer as you all would have guessed would be to change the few that i really regret doing. And these decisions if changed would definitely change my life for the better, and there no doubt about that. About a quarter of my life have past and there are already the few that i really regret, i wonder what more will i make in the future. And will i regret them when i look back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat you like friend, yet You bloody hell turn around and stab me in the center of my back. Fcuker man. I’m seriously gonna find someways to screw You up. When my time is up, I’m so gonna screw the system up too. JUST U WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3532221086530892479?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3532221086530892479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3532221086530892479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3532221086530892479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3532221086530892479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate-buun.html' title='Chocolate Bun!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4369949346432466659</id><published>2008-04-06T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:28:30.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the 20 years.</title><content type='html'>Ok, its been a long 3 weeks since I last updated, 3 weeks is a long long time, and I’m doing this why? To train my memory which hasn’t been in much use since I entered ns, except for the remembering of Ics and stupid cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday week was a not so good one, with the fever and the what nots. Anyways, still hung out with the guys and girls. Bball match, and vantage point! Its such a nice movie with yours truly giving it four stars. With Ryu doing such an uncanny resemblance to forest Whitaker(at least I guess that’s his name) that Mr tank laughed like a kid. Damn funny sight. Also caught Slam, which is a totally crap show, the most is a star I’m giving it. Crappy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Week 13, the movie I caught was the Empress and the Warriors, not a bad show I guess, 3 stars? I particularly liked the song when empress jumped into the hot air ship. Then it is a night out with mr tank on his second last night in spore before he flies to tw to be instructor. Its good to once in a while have such outings, Ha, the crap that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 14, which is the one that just passed, I caught the 3 kingdoms. This time, slightly lower rated, 2.5. Didn’t find it that exciting, and the fight scenes are rather dodgy,can’t really see fighting. Miss Q inside was rather unflattering to her. But, one line in the whole show really touched me man. It’s “What have I achieved the past 30+ years?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself that question and it’s rather great if you can give an answer that you think is a great achievement and true. But if you are like me, can’t really muster a proper answer, Good Luck to you and me as we continue searching for that one special achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me, its good to cry once in a while, it serves as an outlet for all the pent-up crap that’s in you. Yet, I’ve experienced lostsa crap, but its been a long time. It’s because I have no time, but on hindsight, have I no feelings/crap to release or is it because my tolerance level has levelled up or is it because I really have no time to get in touch with my inner self? Ok, this is rather emo, shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat afternoon, brought my sis to macritchie for her race, and I must say, seeing so many young racers makes me feel like I’m 15 again. Oh, and as what ryu has said, the school that you go to makes a hell load of difference, you might not think that it matters, but at the end of the tunnel, proceeding to another, it really matters a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ryu and Hilda at ps before proceeding to Clarke Quay and meeting Gillian later on. It was nice catching up n talking crap man. And Hilda, u really know your way around man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young person wanting really hard to believe in the building blocks of society, yet what the person sees going on discourages and makes himself a non believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New love: Chinese Oldies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sl, love the commercial, tired to post it, but i failed. Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4369949346432466659?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4369949346432466659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4369949346432466659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4369949346432466659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4369949346432466659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-20-years.html' title='For the 20 years.'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-3766920046276938762</id><published>2008-03-19T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:40:31.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>These two weeks have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks YZ for the birthday treat! May u remain healthy and youthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Just when i thought i was gonna have a long weekend, fever and the usual crap hits! Shit man, a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 weeks time, my card is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3766920046276938762?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3766920046276938762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3766920046276938762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3766920046276938762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3766920046276938762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/03/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-8012669689836424179</id><published>2008-03-02T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:47:29.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Rain</title><content type='html'>Hey Yo! Go play some Pro Yo. Ok, that was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sum up of this week’s activities again, first up was Charlie Wilson’s War at the cathay and I must say, the crowd there is quite pleasing to the eyes. Ok, back to the movie, it’s a 4 stars movie featuring tom hanks as Charlie Wilson. He has lotsa power in “congress” and does a great deal to help the afghans to overthrow the soviets. The movie is about the great deal that he does and the mental torment that he goes through. Although he enjoys the wild side of life too. Ironically, the rpgs that they provided the afghans with are the very weapons that are bringing down their own birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was dinner at german sausage place at B1 of taka. The food there is nice man, although it doesn’t look very appealing to people like sy and vict. Will definitely go back there for seconds and thirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer match at WhTaCa with who else but sy and vict again, where the predictable score was 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long and finally seeing you in town, you haven't changed much, except that you look like you are in love, oh, i forgot, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running half naked in public with the rain rapidly falling down to cool you was refreshing and that’s what’s running is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg, will i get diabetes from eating too much noo peel marmalade from marks and spencer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-8012669689836424179?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8012669689836424179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=8012669689836424179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8012669689836424179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8012669689836424179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-yo-go-play-some-pro-yo.html' title='Falling Rain'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-162575959222767605</id><published>2008-02-24T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:33:24.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being lazy.</title><content type='html'>It’s been two weeks since I last updated and I must admit, it is because I’m damn lazy. Ha. Ok, below are the updates for week 7 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 7.&lt;br /&gt;It was jumper with yz, ryu and kim. First movie with yz for the year man. And dude, it’s been a really really long time since I saw u then. Second row from the front not so bad, at least I get to see Rachel bilson up close. A 3.5 stars movie I guess, but it’ll be so much cooler if I can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also catched CJ7 and I can really understand why it came out tops in the CNY weekend battle. It’s so family-oriented, I’m sure all the families went to view it. But on the whole a 2.5 stars as some parts quite boring, but the part where the dad died, quite touching, until the girls behind me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a meetup with the clique over dinner at chompchomp. They been getting along fine. One can’t be lonely, one is crazy over guys and the other is being damn complicated to an extend that we may be in the same course? As for me? I leave it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a packed week, where weekdays passed quickly and weekends came. Watched like 3 movies, Juno, L change the world and Fool’s Gold.&lt;br /&gt;Juno is another 3.5 stars movie, what I like so much about it is her intellectual jokes. And her ability to take things thrown at her and be able to find happiness in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L change the world is only a 50% show. Don’t really know which is more interesting, The ebola and influenza virus crossed to become a super virus or L typing like a 2 year old kid on the comp which made girls say cute or the two kids who play the most important role in the movie. Call me a paedophile but I think Maki is cute/pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool’s Gold was really unexpected and I must say, the nicest of the lot this weekend. Its like 4 stars. Don’t really know what appealed to me, guess it’s one of those movies that you like when u see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dinner-cum-supper session with the guys and their respective girls. And oh my, we sat at the place where I sat the first time I been there. The food is rather nice and thanks to Hilda for the 25% disc. Ok, we need to touch our books soon, if not our brains will implode into nothingness. Took us so long just to work a simple receipt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are doing charity and volunteer work, or healing yourself and searching your soul or eating chicken wings of your ad, or visiting the airshow, please enjoy the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really miss the adrenaline rush, the runner's high and the crowd on the track.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a rather interesting event occurred at toa payoh, the first of its kinds perhaps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-162575959222767605?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/162575959222767605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=162575959222767605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/162575959222767605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/162575959222767605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-lazy.html' title='being lazy.'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-3224212517253259948</id><published>2008-02-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:02:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, this week passed by rather quickly yet, ironically rather mundanely. It was the CNY week, where people are out eating goodies, talking to relatives seen only once a year, well wishing to everyone and best of all, gambling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah long private limited with the family on Chu Er, it’s a rather funny movie, being rated 3 stars by yours truly, except that the parts of the gang being bought over by the other sovereign welfare fund (SWF) besides GIC and the increasing cigar prices were censored away. Guess the garmen couldn’t take jack’s deeply thought provoking jokes. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat birthday party cum gambling session at joe’s house, whereby almost the whole day was spent there ban luck-ing and taboo-ing. That my friends is the highlight of CNY this year for me man. Saded life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This CNY is like that because of a myriad of shitty affairs like, death of grandpa, thus no visitations from uncles and mom, being so busybody and tactless most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;Wait, i haven't played mahjong yet this CNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3224212517253259948?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3224212517253259948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3224212517253259948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3224212517253259948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3224212517253259948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/02/mundane.html' title='Mundane'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-2296372942550270728</id><published>2008-02-01T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:43:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAMP IT DOWN!</title><content type='html'>27 dresses is quite a not bad show, for a typical rom-com category movie. Its rated 3.75 Ks of bak kwa. There’s one phrase that’s particularly pleasing to the ears. Love is patient, love is kind, love is slowly losing your mind. How true is that man…Always always always the bridesmaid, never the bride, but when it was the 28th dress, the rest of the 27 dresses turned up as she thought they would. How sweet.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also caught Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of fleet street with the guys and its definitely a four stars show, was rather skepitcal at first when I heard it was a musical, but it turned out rather well. Wonder if it was really their true voices. Anyhows, the only fault was that the ending was kinda rushed, all packed into a few minutes. Yet this is one movie where I felt that the time passed damn quickly, didn’t feel like a 2hr movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, went for a charity run, and I must say, my stamina is decreasing man (that is if you can measure it). Can’t complete 20k without stopping for a drink already. Damn, should clamp down on the source of it, which is weekend bingings. On the way to the bus stop, found a new fetish man. Won’t reveal it here, if you REALLY wana know, ask me in PERSON, though some of you may already know of it. Sleepless afternoon as I tossed and turned in vain to get to sleep for only 45minutes before waking up and heading down to vivo to do some last minute shopping, bought quite a bit of goodies, and a last minute berms/ shorts. Movie with the peeps and proceeded home as they went to to commence the gambling period, where Mr tank lost quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was out with ryu and Mr tank to shop for shoes, but it was a fruitless search, couldn’t find what I really like, the pair that when I set eyes on it, knew I must have it that kinda pair. So, this CNY no new shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2296372942550270728?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2296372942550270728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=2296372942550270728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2296372942550270728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2296372942550270728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/02/clamp-it-down.html' title='CLAMP IT DOWN!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4405842791987371416</id><published>2008-01-27T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:57:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends can drag and will be a drag</title><content type='html'>As Sumiko the columnist says it on the Jan 27 2008 The Sunday Times’ Lifestyle, weekends can drag and be a drag where the hours can tick by oh so slowly! As quoted, singles have a good life, and I suppose I’m having a swinging good time, so why aren’t I feeling it? What she says is so damn right man. I seriously see my weekends becoming a cyclical routine, and although the schedule adds structure to my weekends, it’s becoming too precedent for my own liking. Holy Shit! Without stimulus, or focus, a person is confronted with nothingness and the meaninglessness of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the steamboat cum gambling season approaches, I’m reminded of this time last year, I so think that another year of my life is wasted, as in totally nothing good came out of it. There was one, the release of results which made me happy, only to be neutralized by the disappointment of not getting into the preferred course of my choice. During the working period last year, I would rather do away with it, get enlisted earlier and exit earlier. Anyways it wouldn’t make much of a difference right? Hell it does, I can exit the damn system 3 months early. To people like ryu, that 3 months made a hell load of difference, but to me, it’s filled with emptiness, and if you listen carefully, you can’t hear no shit as there’s a vacuum, space waiting to be filled. Didn’t have the festive spirit last year, but now I can’t wait for it to arrive so that I can have yet another long weekend and have maybe a gambling session or two. But on the whole, it’s still as empty as always, since time immemorial. Fast forwarding to next year, I guess it will still be that same vacuum as ever, just that birthday starts with the digit 2 now and quite some time before I exit the damn system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this has been such a post, I have one more period to add. And I know she’s not reading this but, I still want to say it anyway. You complained this and that, but now that its changed, where are you? If it was like that then, would you have thought twice? Would you have even considered considering the chance? That’s something only you know and now you are too far from looking at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4405842791987371416?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4405842791987371416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4405842791987371416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4405842791987371416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4405842791987371416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekends-can-drag-and-will-ne.html' title='Weekends can drag and will be a drag'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1736579786403640259</id><published>2008-01-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:22:26.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.10 To Yuma at 3.40</title><content type='html'>I catched up with the 3.10 to Yuma train this week and I must say, its another 4 pineapple tarts movie this week. I think Russell Crowe deserves a few awards for his acting in both American gangster and 3.10 to Yuma, but not in the wrong kind of awards as Ryu mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night is a good time to head to town, and Saturday too. Rushed down to town on Friday night responding to a call from Ryu, Damn, I shouldn’t have ate so much that night, had gastric in the middle of the night, woke up like 3 times due to pain and slept through it too. WTF…see la, so greedy, control your mouth man. Went to scout around for my shoes and have shortlisted a few of them, will be heading down next week to finally buy a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went to macs to find Mr Tank and Yulian as they were eating. Mr tank got conned into buying pineapple tarts, hope u did too Ryu? After lunch headed to town again to yet again scout for shoes. More candidates this time as we covered more stores like limited edition and left footed. Num was where Mr tank bought his slippers or so it looks like. It has another name which I’m too lazy to look it up. Not bad ar Mr tank, served by Mr and Miss Hey Gorgeous contestant.&lt;br /&gt;Sun tanning was great, cept for the bikini babes whom ryu said acted like bimbos or kids, couldn’t remember what he said exactly, but still enjoyed it anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1736579786403640259?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1736579786403640259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1736579786403640259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1736579786403640259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1736579786403640259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/01/310-to-yuma-at-340.html' title='3.10 To Yuma at 3.40'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-6566178237007093987</id><published>2008-01-20T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:06:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Guo Liu Mang</title><content type='html'>This weekend, catched American Gangster with Ryu and I must say it is a clearly under-rated show by lots of people. This show is not publicized like those kinda blockbuster, in fact, the advertisement was clearly non-existent. The reason this movie is so under-rated is due to the simple fact that people don’t really appreciate how smoothly the story flows, adding in too much action will spoil the broth… Clearly it deserves the 5 stars that many papers have rated it. You, yup, it’s you, should go and catch it if you are the sort that’s not an action buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Meidi-ya to have a little after dinner desert as introduced by Ryu and Kim, it’s a rather nice place by the way, not bad food, too bad they don’t have inari. Damn. I’m looking for two books but haven’t been lucky in finding them. Will try the bigger Kino at Taka which closed on me at 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was movie day and after that dinner with Ryu yet again after we went over to National Library for some book searching. Spellmynamee joined just later to eat and walk around and lastly to take a picture which I presume will soon be up on Ryu’s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold Storage! Damn! Eat more gummi bears for bear guts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As promised, photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R5Ni47Cx7YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bN4PRaBvb5A/s1600-h/SSL21270+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157574728330898818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R5Ni47Cx7YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bN4PRaBvb5A/s400/SSL21270+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R5Ni5LCx7ZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fGSRAqzuwwg/s1600-h/SSL21266+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157574732625866130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R5Ni5LCx7ZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fGSRAqzuwwg/s400/SSL21266+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-6566178237007093987?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6566178237007093987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=6566178237007093987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6566178237007093987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6566178237007093987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/01/mei-guo-liu-mang.html' title='Mei Guo Liu Mang'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R5Ni47Cx7YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bN4PRaBvb5A/s72-c/SSL21270+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-5002250609014763042</id><published>2008-01-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:06:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why did you play that song for me?"</title><content type='html'>I’ve watched two movies this weekend, one being Michael Clayton and the other being Dan in Real Life. Both are rather good with Dan reaching out more to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Michael Clayton, George Clooney’s acting is the highlight of the show man, being the janitor for so long and not complaining. Showing the humane side of him as he struggles to juggle his work, kid and financial diffculty…rated 4 stars by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan in Real Life is a comedy yet it brings out a few points that people can identify with. Like when your life is down in the dumps and you feel like nothing is ever gonna be right. A sudden change of events and your life is changed forever…another time and money-well-spent show, 4 stars too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a cousin’s wedding this weekend, from the tea ceremony to the dinner. Didn’t know that there has to be so many stuff to stick to. Although the dinner was a little sucky with the food being rather Ewww and the sitting arrangement being rather fcuked up, the atmosphere was great and the ceremony was a process to behold, makes me feel like marrying, now I know ryu, why you said that you wanted to marry too. Ha. You know the tile that we throw in mahjong, you are seriously a two-faced bastard, fastest bian-lian asshole on the world. This kinda stuff will be remembered and when it comes to your turn, it’ll be returned to you with interest, compounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures the next time, to lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;Dan in Real Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5002250609014763042?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5002250609014763042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5002250609014763042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5002250609014763042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5002250609014763042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-watched-two-movies-this-weekend-one.html' title='&quot;Why did you play that song for me?&quot;'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4287764450693213111</id><published>2008-01-05T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:02:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mania X100000</title><content type='html'>Ok, sorry for the long absence, but I was enjoying the rest of my holidays before heading back to boring office. The monotonous stuff like typing was left till today to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched four movies in these few weeks, magorium’s was quite a crappy show, National treasure was 4 stars, I am legend was 3.5 stars and AVP2 was another crap-filled juice bursting show, scoring only 2.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was spent in town, headed to Big-O for a cup of fruit juice with Mr tank before going down to the countdown n squeezing the shit out of myself n others. Squashed like making fishballs man. Then there was the small little yet fat girl holding the spray cans n targeting everyone in sight, seeing that I was so clean n well kept, she shouted :”that orange shirt(orange polo-tee) guy!” Like WTF, if you weren’t that small, I’ll snatch the bloody can outta your small and fat fingers and shove it up you. Phillipino maids should also know their place in our society, shooting the so called fake snow at the back of my right ear! You are just at the bottom of this society man…so know your place and look before you shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s eve eve was mahjong session where Mr tank lost a shit load and I won only $2, enough to cover my transport fee. After only an hour’s sleep, had driving and amazingly, it was not bad, 3-point turning quite good, better that I expected. And I was thinking I would crash the car hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s eve was at vivo where we ate sushi-tei, nice as usual and damn filling the don. Walked around, and saw odac friends, had a long chat with them and left to regroup. Spent a long time in the arcade playing shitty games. Particularly liked air hockey, damn funny, looking at the small boy play, too small, eyes not developed fully, so damn slow, when the puck so damn fast his action/reaction damn funny! Now that I typed it here, it’s not that funny, must see in real life and you will laugh the shit out. Countdown after that, where the fireworks were not as nice, esplanade nicer? Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mr tank again on 4th with the intention of buying shoes, sidetrack a little, I’m done buying all my clothes, kudos to those post Xmas sale that I was able to save quite a lot. Yup, back to buying shoes, guess Friday night is not a good time to shop, since all the shops close so early. Limited edition vault and onitsuka tiger were already closed when we arrived. Damn, next week then. See la, Mr tank, don’t anyhow call Little Miss right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4287764450693213111?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4287764450693213111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4287764450693213111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4287764450693213111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4287764450693213111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-miss.html' title='Mania X100000'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-2715386309169142355</id><published>2007-12-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:54:08.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was rather exciting, it kicked off with Warlords with Ryu as he was on off. Its quite a nice movie, 4 stars I guess, the battle scenes could be longer and more gruesome. And Andy Lau and Jet Li can’t cry…dumb covering up man, using handkerchief to cover face of jet when he’s crying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to orchard to shop around while Ryu found his ideal pants which he bought on Sunday. Following a short while of walking around we went home. Side step a little, I already found a few clothes and am in the process of adding more, Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl on the mrt towards PS, rather attractive, nice scarf…so actually ryu also got *** people also(as said by yz), just that its rather discreet. Saw her again under Centrepoint when we went separate ways after alighting. This time, there was a smile… If I see her again, no hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was driving, this time it was rather trying on the legs, with the repeated and constant clutch plus accelerator stepping, my legs ALMOST cramped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, was Clarke Quay time, as me and Ryu headed down to Clarke Quay. I had won a pair of tickets to Fashion Bar through 987 and the event that day was the 2nd anniversary of The Cannery. I must say, it is a very nice place. With all those cool concept bars and those eateries, food and booze heaven. Ok, so we headed to Fashion Bar and it is a comfy and really cool place, the décor was as the name suggests, fashionable, with aesthetics that’s overall retro. A desirable place to chill and have a drink or two. One of the first few guests in, ordered our drinks and sat down. With free flow from 7-8, we tried lotsa combination, vodka, rum, whisky and shots, and I never realized how much I liked cranberry juice. Ha. Ryu, can’t drink for nuts, one sip of whisky, wanted to die, felt as though he was drinking petroleum, which was quite true after the short little discussion. One sip of shot, almost chewed off the whole lemon. Ha. Leaving me to rescue him by finishing it. Yup, I must agree with Ryu, given the ambience, I would rather have brought a girl along with me man, might have been more enjoyable?? Too bad, didn’t bring camera to take pictures of the place man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aKGdnvFNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3WU-uWbK6pc/s1600-h/SSL21243+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144951467952510162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aKGdnvFNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3WU-uWbK6pc/s400/SSL21243+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this other girl again, constant looks, rather pleasant looking and svelte, didn’t know the guy she was with was her dad or her dude, the face of him suggested that he was dad, with the beard and moustache. The arms around her suggests dude. If he was her dude, I got a problem, why do all the rich but fugly looking guys get the girls? Anybody care to explain? I guess not? Anyway, she’s gone now, am left thinking, where has all the confidence in me gone? The one that I displayed and which carried me through the long runs, the one that I need so badly to return! I just need you to be there in the future on such occasions, is that too much to ask of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, according to Ryu and friend, nice outfit on, but, I didn’t need the other compliment as I’m pretty sure I’m better looking that that ex of hers. So…u get the point. And I’m not trying to be mean but the current isn’t that drop-dead gorge either. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the cake eating competition where both me and Ryu took part. He got it easy, towering over the two ladies (who incidentally were sitting at the same table as we were in fashion bar) who ate like one cake in 10mins. But, I’m so sorry for accidentally deleting your video man. While he triumphed without any contest at all, I got it harder, was competing against a local and another Caucasian. While the Caucasian started off like he hadn’t eaten in days, he chalked up in the end, couldn’t stuff the last piece in his mouth. But the local was a challenge, eating almost the same speed, I won by only a fraction of a nanosecond? Ha. I must give credit to Nectarie cake shop man, their cakes are nice, if not for the rush that we were in.&lt;br /&gt;Neh, so here’s the video of the competition. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df56a6ed2e6bdf1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0df56a6ed2e6bdf1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331289946%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25DEFC5B612B4F89AA26E402DCB755E63717C3E0.4885B82E14D455386A6838DEC4E6F82E8FFC83F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf56a6ed2e6bdf1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRVQLs9eg5JUJIspv51IzWD1hsTI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0df56a6ed2e6bdf1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331289946%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25DEFC5B612B4F89AA26E402DCB755E63717C3E0.4885B82E14D455386A6838DEC4E6F82E8FFC83F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf56a6ed2e6bdf1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRVQLs9eg5JUJIspv51IzWD1hsTI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize for winning the competition was a cake voucher and an MOS entry pass which admits two. They look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aJqtnvFMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/siSK_WthaSg/s1600-h/SSL21245+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144950991211140290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aJqtnvFMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/siSK_WthaSg/s400/SSL21245+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ryu, you can’t dunk people for nuts too, both occasions hitting the wall which was way off the painted target man. Ryu, one of these days, you'll get into trouble hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the carnival, walked to town to meet ewan for another night of shopping without buying anything. They should open a Crocodile outlet in town man. Celio is also not a bad choice man. Home sweet bed after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was spent on soccer, the Big Sunday man…both matches were exciting man! Liverpool deserved to win, if not a draw, which I would prefer. They are a damn good team which deserve more titles man. Arsenal won, and they deserved it, good passing and players who made good runs. But Chelsea would have proved more of a fight if not for their injured and subsequently substituted captain. Although arsenal won, I would still prefer a draw as Chelsea had good chances too. Damn lost money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mahjong-ed on Monday at friend’s friend house, and I must say, my friend is damn good! And her dimples are just as deep and cute as they were before. Yz, can prove to be a real competition man, in terms of mahjong and not dimples in case you were wondering. Won only a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that i made during my free time spent at home clearing leave. Gosh, really boring and nothing to do. Life sucks at the office, life sucks too when i have nothing to do at home, but i prefer life at home, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aJj9nvFLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aUxU-PdGDz0/s1600-h/SSL21254+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144950875247023282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aJj9nvFLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aUxU-PdGDz0/s400/SSL21254+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;All this time, all alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2715386309169142355?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/R2aKGdnvFNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3WU-uWbK6pc/s72-c/SSL21243+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-7615843383801557496</id><published>2007-12-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:09:18.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>There is no song of the week, but there are songs of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one, Evan and Jaron, Crazy for this Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls the window down&lt;br /&gt;And she&lt;br /&gt;Talks over the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of the cars that pass us by&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;But she’s changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me&lt;br /&gt;She’s got me thinking about her constantly&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she’s figured out&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the one to hold me&lt;br /&gt;The night&lt;br /&gt;The sky fell down&lt;br /&gt;And what was I thinking when&lt;br /&gt;The world didn’t end&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I know what I know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me&lt;br /&gt;She’s got me thinking about her constantly&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she’s figured out&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;All my fears&lt;br /&gt;Pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me&lt;br /&gt;She’s got me thinking about her constantly&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she’s figured out&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me&lt;br /&gt;She’s got me thinking about her constantly&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she’s figured out&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderwoman, Spiderwoman, 三个 Spiderwoman 在 Kovan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderwoman, sung by girl genius on the MRT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7615843383801557496?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6236112664040996068.post-9119406496803117609</id><published>2007-12-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:19:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Vict, they call me DJ kerpig. Ha. Your dream job a DJ?go 987 la... then next time i sms in or got contest must pick me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuking need a puching bag man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lonely one on the mrt and on the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-9119406496803117609?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/9119406496803117609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=9119406496803117609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/9119406496803117609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/9119406496803117609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7175758063981715183</id><published>2007-12-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:01:10.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>hey... hey... hey... hey... Ohhh..Ohhh Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say about love,&lt;br /&gt;I keep coming back for more,&lt;br /&gt;Keep my hand in the fire,&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later I get what I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you say about life,&lt;br /&gt;I learn every time I bleed the truth is a&lt;br /&gt;stranger soul is in danger&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let my spirit be free to..&lt;br /&gt;admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realize nothing's broken&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry bout everything I done&lt;br /&gt;live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;don't look back got a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once&lt;br /&gt;needed protection&lt;br /&gt;you're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;you're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;just like a tattoo I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;br /&gt;Its not bout taking sides&lt;br /&gt;when I looked in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;it didn't deliver, it hurt enough to think that I could stop&lt;br /&gt;admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;sorry but I got to be strong and leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realize nothing's broken no need to worry bout everything I done&lt;br /&gt;live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;don't look back got a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I love you once&lt;br /&gt;needed protection&lt;br /&gt;you're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;you're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I live every moment,&lt;br /&gt;won't change any moment,&lt;br /&gt;there's still a part of me in u&lt;br /&gt;I will never regret you&lt;br /&gt;still the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;marks everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;oooh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)2x&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realize nothing's broken no need to worry bout everything I done&lt;br /&gt;live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;don't look back got a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once&lt;br /&gt;needed protection&lt;br /&gt;you're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;you're in my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo by Jordin Spark, is the pick of the week man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7175758063981715183?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7175758063981715183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7175758063981715183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7175758063981715183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7175758063981715183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/12/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-982602895541461129</id><published>2007-12-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:40:32.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th</title><content type='html'>6th was spent at home and dinner was at sushi tei, vivocity, really scrumptious, 3 person ordering 4 or 5 portions. Eat till was not really mobile. Ha. The place was great, ambience was also so peaceful, facing the sea, and decoration was 1970s with the rooms for triad discussions. Spacious white seats! Will want to go back there although the prices are a little more expensive than Sakae, but definitely worth it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim team was there again, guess they train there every fortnight. When I saw them, knew I was going to have a better workout man. Well-toned they were. And I did a time trial, I must say I was glad, 30 laps in under 40mins, qualifying for the Spore biathlon…now to improve on my freestyle timing. More swimming sessions please? Weather permit me so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Golden Compass with Vic, but he slept for quite some time before waking up to the bears crashing. Ha. Its not bad a movie, 3.5 stars, guess it’s just not a fantastic movie, you know. See la Vic, anyhow look at people at Carrefour...or Cine subway group, or person searching for place to eat at Cine. Ha. I must say, Orchard was full of people that day, took quite some time to cross the roads and the drivers are pure dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catched 30 Days of Nights with yz, it wasn’t as scary as I expected it to be and it’s quite dumb thinking back…With vampire/zombies talking what, Russian? Ha. It only manages to steal 2 stars from me man. The other 3 goes out to more violence, gore and horror. Met Ryu and Kim after that as they were in the house as well. Ryu, try to get your moody up, although you just don’t feel like it. Spent the rest of the day at home. SIAN-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have wished me, you shall be remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YZ, you really are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up, lots of time but nothing to do…How? Can’t get down to learning stuff as the time is too short, keep fit? OH! What do I do till the end of 2007????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That guess belt on the mrt on the way home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is so lucky, but why does she cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-982602895541461129?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/982602895541461129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=982602895541461129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/982602895541461129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/982602895541461129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/12/6th.html' title='6th'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4642259228794960980</id><published>2007-12-02T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:18:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teardrops</title><content type='html'>Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, song of the week, Teardrops on my guitar by Taylor Swift. Nice song, seriously get how she feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4642259228794960980?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4642259228794960980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4642259228794960980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4642259228794960980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4642259228794960980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/12/drew-looks-at-me-i-fake-smile-so-he.html' title='Teardrops'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-5858507698173010337</id><published>2007-12-02T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:12:46.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiokness!</title><content type='html'>This week I watch Enchanted and I rate it 4 stars, its quite a good movie, although I go for more of the action kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking 25 down that stretch of road was like walking down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the Big Day, Race Day. Started off quite at the back, albeit could have been more in front. However, enjoyed the starting as I started off giving lots of medium 5s at the side. The feeling can only be described as GREAT! Enthusiastic supporters, eager marathoners equals great atmosphere. But…But, there was one problem, I was a little high tide from all the water that I drank while waiting and there was no toilets at the starting point and toilets everywhere had long queues. So, no choice but to bear with it. Had the urge to run to the toilets along the route, but there were too many people, then some ingenious people started going into the bushes to pee and for the first time in my life(not exactly as I might have done so in the past) I became an ancient man and pee-ed in the bushes too. Ha, new experience man. What I would really call a quickie. Get in, Get out, simple as that. That’s when the real race started! Strong is the word for it. Started out strong, Strong throughout the race and finished Strong. When you pass people after people, the feeling’s good man. Seeing those admiring faces on the way back, Shiokness! Picture perfect finish, extra shiokness. I guess it’s the adrenaline high and the environmental conditions but I never drank a sip of water throughout the whole half. Told myself next station, but towards the end, no more drink stations, so on to the finish line. At the end, I knew the weeks of long runs and the swimming sessions had paid off, strong everything. Compared to the army half, this time round was better, I was confident along the whole course and the heat although did seem to get to me a little, was negligible compared to previous time. Running through the CBD with the wind blowing straight at your face was absolutely refreshing, something that you don’t get to feel everyday. Although I was half and my friend was 10 I still finished earlier than him and had time to cool down and walk about before I was contacted by the ass. To me, this half this time round was the pinnacle of perfection. I think this time, I can smash my own army half record. I seriously need to write something on why I run the race portion. Seeing the faces of the people who completed the full after they stepped across the finish line, Joy, Relief, Excitement this made me decide to do the full next year. But for now, recovery, hope that ligament pain is only due to exhaustion and not anything else. From January onwards to August, there are no more pure running events, just biathlons and triathlons. So to prevent the “drought” of competitions, I guess I’ll be joining them. Anybody up for relay or the races?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a person who was damn motivated to do his part for charity and make another happy. He was pushing her throughout the full 42 but in a wheelchair. When the emcee announced that he was pushing his partner, I thought she was his wife, well it turns out to be wrong interpretation as they are not related at all says the papers. If they were, it would be undying love man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday coming and block leave is round the corner…anyone wanna date me? I’ll be free from second week onwards except on certain days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5858507698173010337?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5858507698173010337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5858507698173010337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5858507698173010337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5858507698173010337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/12/shiokness.html' title='Shiokness!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1062004698232383669</id><published>2007-11-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:00:28.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Turn</title><content type='html'>I Turn To You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I know I'll find the light&lt;br /&gt;To light my way.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;And losing ground,&lt;br /&gt;When my world is going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;You can turn it all around.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm down you're there&lt;br /&gt;- pushing me to the top.&lt;br /&gt;You're always there,&lt;br /&gt;giving me all you've got.&lt;br /&gt;For a shield from the storm,&lt;br /&gt;For a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;to keep me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;For the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;When I lose the will to win,&lt;br /&gt;I just reach for you and&lt;br /&gt;I can reach the sky again.&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love is so amazing,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;You're always on my side&lt;br /&gt;Giving me faith&lt;br /&gt;taking me through the night&lt;br /&gt;For a shield from the storm,&lt;br /&gt;For a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;to keep me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;For the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;For the arms to be my shelter&lt;br /&gt;through all the rain,&lt;br /&gt;For truth that will never change,&lt;br /&gt;For someone to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;For a heart I can rely on through anything,&lt;br /&gt;For that one who I can run to...&lt;br /&gt;For a shield from the storm,&lt;br /&gt;For a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;to keep me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;For the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;For a shield from the storm, &lt;br /&gt;For a friend, for a love&lt;br /&gt;to keep me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;For the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's I Turn To You by Christina Aguilera. When I think of Britney, I inexplicably think of her rival Chtistina. This song is dedicated to Mr YZ who listened and stayed tuned to song of the week. Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1062004698232383669?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1062004698232383669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1062004698232383669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1062004698232383669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1062004698232383669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-turn-to-you.html' title='I Turn'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-2083376438879763116</id><published>2007-11-25T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:05:44.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maniaful</title><content type='html'>This week I must say is a rather interesting week, maniaful, highs-and-lows and an emo one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom is a very nice show, snitching 4 stars from me. The other goes to the short fight scenes and the not-so-interesting ending. But the political aspect and the bombing part of the movie are top-notch man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Claus is another 4 stars movie, it is also quite a meaningful one I must say. I seriously believe that every kid deserves a present and that there are no bad kids, only misunderstood ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it hulkamania or pastamania, this week has been a maniaful week. There was the swim team, the track and the driving. If only every other week was as maniaful as this, life would contain the three primary colours. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the barb-bee-queue night that was much anticipated by many, but dreaded by one. Ha. Overall, it was a rather successful one I must say, albeit the wasted satay, the insufficient drinks and the pulling of people down…This time without Capt(Dr)R Y Tan, its just not as fun as before or maybe it’s because of some other hidden details. Ha. The barb-bee-queue ended and the gambling session proceeded. Guess I’m not meant for gambling as everytime I gamble, got output no input. Just when things were looking down, they took a U-turn and further down the road, another U-turn was unexpected. Damn. Rec S L Goh slept like a dead dog and ewan like to showhand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would seriously like the power to bend the time/space continuum, like Hiro(hero) Nakamura. Then I can go back years to advice myself to do the right things and prevent lots of irrelevant stuff from happening in the PRESENT. And maybe, just maybe I'll be happier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yz, maybe she’s the one but then again, not everything goes as smoothly as the tiles that you are able to read. Different timings are there to settle. But things are sure to change as the wallaby is back. Back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tank, there’s no such thing as what you are thinking, all is fair and the ground is level you must think. But I understand that talk is big, so you must really believe in as does she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to StanChart man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;When life hands you oranges, you make orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;What about when life hands you durians?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2083376438879763116?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2083376438879763116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=2083376438879763116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2083376438879763116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2083376438879763116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/maniaful.html' title='Maniaful'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-5158881667757930730</id><published>2007-11-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:40:34.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme Gimme More</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, we were on the topic of gimme gimme more by britney, and although i don't really like her new songs, i have to admit that in the past, her songs were better. Like: Lucky&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a girl named Lucky… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, she wakes up &lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock on the door &lt;br /&gt;It's time for makeup, perfect smile &lt;br /&gt;It's you they're all waiting for &lt;br /&gt;They go… &lt;br /&gt;"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?" &lt;br /&gt;And they say… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;She's so lucky, she's a star &lt;br /&gt;But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking &lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in my life &lt;br /&gt;Then why do these tears come at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in an image, in a dream &lt;br /&gt;But there's no one there to wake her up &lt;br /&gt;And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning &lt;br /&gt;But tell me what happens when it stops? &lt;br /&gt;They go… &lt;br /&gt;"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?" &lt;br /&gt;And they say… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;She's so lucky, she's a star &lt;br /&gt;But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking &lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in my life &lt;br /&gt;Then why do these tears come at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!" &lt;br /&gt;"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky" &lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god…here she comes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl? &lt;br /&gt;She is so lucky, but why does she cry? &lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in her life &lt;br /&gt;Why do tears come at night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;She's so lucky, she's a star &lt;br /&gt;But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking &lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in my life &lt;br /&gt;Then why do these tears come at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's your song of the week, Lucky by britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yz, the shirts can be bought from lotsa places like Bugis, bishan also has a stall selling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5158881667757930730?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5158881667757930730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5158881667757930730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5158881667757930730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5158881667757930730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/gimme-gimme-more.html' title='Gimme Gimme More'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7929271381522588308</id><published>2007-11-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:48:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched lions for lambs, and I think it’s a damn good movie, its not your typical action film that you expect, but an atypical argumentative-cum-debate like movie infused with a little action and values. 4.5 stars this time around and the 0.5 goes to the fight scenes which could be longer and more exciting. The student arguing with his professor about why he stopped attending his classes even though he’s damn smart, no doubt he’s good with words. Tom Superstar virgo, the defence minister and supposedly the president’s listening ears who helped formulate another plan for the war to end in a victory for the superpower. He “granted” an interview-cum-bombardment-cum-propaganda session for the reporter who in the end refused to publish his plan. Two ace students of the professors which could choose any school in the world who after embarking on a project decided to ENLIST and to serve the country first hand and then come back to implement the policies that were to change the country(oh did I mention that the students were studying politics or something around that area). Which I think was stupid as in the end they died. Then no more implementation of policies for them now hur, but nevertheless admire their arguments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the new Pimple removal T3 and I must say, its really a nice nice place, compared to T1, which I think is rather small and cluttered. Maybe it’s the people in T1 that makes it so, but who cares, T3 is like the crown jewels of all jewels, albeit only macs has opened. Pictures below:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tank should like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8Gr7kEhXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/glns2yn7eNQ/s1600-h/SSL21216+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8Gr7kEhXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/glns2yn7eNQ/s400/SSL21216+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829452018779506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8Gr7kEhYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lp7RABMtNcE/s1600-h/SSL21229+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8Gr7kEhYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lp7RABMtNcE/s400/SSL21229+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829452018779522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8GsLkEhZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_YVzjaGFWk0/s1600-h/SSL21231+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8GsLkEhZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_YVzjaGFWk0/s400/SSL21231+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829456313746834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8GsbkEhaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xvfhFiXwbMU/s1600-h/SSL21236+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8GsbkEhaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xvfhFiXwbMU/s400/SSL21236+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829460608714146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T3 pimple remover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKLkEhSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IpZnQXYsiMk/s1600-h/SSL21182+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKLkEhSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IpZnQXYsiMk/s400/SSL21182+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827772686566690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKLkEhTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/05V7Z6YksPA/s1600-h/SSL21183+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKLkEhTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/05V7Z6YksPA/s400/SSL21183+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827772686566706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKbkEhUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DXm-zmslU1A/s1600-h/SSL21185+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKbkEhUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DXm-zmslU1A/s400/SSL21185+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827776981534018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKbkEhVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ueq0zUP3Bvk/s1600-h/SSL21189+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKbkEhVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ueq0zUP3Bvk/s400/SSL21189+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827776981534034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene taken from Charlie and the chocolate factory. Compliments to the designer man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKrkEhWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6xFG49COHmg/s1600-h/SSL21208+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8FKrkEhWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6xFG49COHmg/s400/SSL21208+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827781276501346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Refund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8ElrkEhNI/AAAAAAAAADs/4847WNLtjqw/s1600-h/SSL21160+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8ElrkEhNI/AAAAAAAAADs/4847WNLtjqw/s400/SSL21160+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827145621341394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8El7kEhOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HXvBcXwhXzo/s1600-h/SSL21164+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8El7kEhOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HXvBcXwhXzo/s400/SSL21164+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827149916308706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at where I'm pointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8EmLkEhPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rvVbjIUModg/s1600-h/SSL21168+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8EmLkEhPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rvVbjIUModg/s400/SSL21168+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827154211276018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8EmLkEhQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lWyQBnR1gT0/s1600-h/SSL21175+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8EmLkEhQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lWyQBnR1gT0/s400/SSL21175+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827154211276034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn a lot of suitcases. Where's the $500,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8EmbkEhRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_2hb9fNDaS8/s1600-h/SSL21181+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8EmbkEhRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_2hb9fNDaS8/s400/SSL21181+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827158506243346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered two delicious snacks from ikea that are to die for man. One is this:&lt;br /&gt;Mazarin tart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8GsrkEhbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UQgBVkaqiD0/s1600-h/SSL21239+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8GsrkEhbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UQgBVkaqiD0/s400/SSL21239+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829464903681458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mazarin tart is nothing I have eaten before, sweet icing on top, powdery inside and this tart is best eaten when its just out of the freezer. Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other is this: &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what its called. Singoalla I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8G_7kEhcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iqXm1a4cfXQ/s1600-h/SSL21238+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8G_7kEhcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iqXm1a4cfXQ/s400/SSL21238+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829795616163266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are seriously nice, the Singoalla is another version of the cheapo tart that you can get from supermarkets, but the thing that separates singolla from those is the heavenly layer of cream added to the bottom of the tart. Goes damn well with milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8HAbkEhdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kj6czI1y5ms/s1600-h/SSL21240+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8HAbkEhdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kj6czI1y5ms/s400/SSL21240+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829804206097874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to The Golden CompassPoint for dinner on Saturday with Ryu and we discover two talents! I spotted no.24 searching around for a book and no.3 was a shock when we were about to leave. Ryu got owned and rejected by no.24 when he asked for a picture and had to resort to this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8HArkEheI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DJ9bVl0Ma6I/s1600-h/nba+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8HArkEheI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DJ9bVl0Ma6I/s400/nba+stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829808501065186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ha, Ryu, take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to be just a stand-in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the time comes, the smile will reveal itself. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of putting a wishlist, but i guess the wishes will never be fufilled, so don't bother doing so. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yz, i wana get a little miss shirt too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7929271381522588308?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7929271381522588308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7929271381522588308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7929271381522588308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7929271381522588308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/watched-lions-for-lambs-and-i-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Rz8Gr7kEhXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/glns2yn7eNQ/s72-c/SSL21216+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-4889565581768397782</id><published>2007-11-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:03:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orthodox</title><content type='html'>Shit, got quite a long rest ahead of me, which i hope really helps my leg. XXX-ray shows nothing, but the doc at Acting&amp;Ending might be afraid its ligament, so i'm referred to an orthopedic at sgh where ryu wants to go. Ha. But please don't let it be ligament man, takes a long time to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4889565581768397782?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4889565581768397782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4889565581768397782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4889565581768397782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4889565581768397782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/orthodox.html' title='Orthodox'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-3207436405889378202</id><published>2007-11-11T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:55:28.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can this day get any worse? Woke up, wanted to wash face, fumbled with the cleansing gel and can only watch helplessly as the tube falls into the toiletbowl. If only i had let it fall into the sink damn it man! Washed my retainers and i poked a hole through it, if it can't be used anymore, have to make another new set, which costs more, incurring unnecessary expanses. Fcuk man. Yes it can is the answer, swelling has gone substanially down but the shockwaves of pain are still there or even stronger. Going down to SGH later and say what's up doc. Prepared for the worst, out of action for X weeks? I wonder what goes through those professionals minds when they hear of the verdict? And i want to see their doctor. Damn! Update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3207436405889378202?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3207436405889378202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3207436405889378202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3207436405889378202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3207436405889378202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-this-day-get-any-worse-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7534607444513223319</id><published>2007-11-10T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:59:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen to your heart</title><content type='html'>I know there's something in the wake of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.&lt;br /&gt;You've built a love but that love falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;Your little piece of heaven turns too dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.&lt;br /&gt;They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of belonging to your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are voices&lt;br /&gt;that want to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;So much to mention&lt;br /&gt;but you can't find the words.&lt;br /&gt;The scent of magic,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty that's been&lt;br /&gt;when love was wilder than the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the slow playing of the paino and the meaningful lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7534607444513223319?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7534607444513223319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7534607444513223319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7534607444513223319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7534607444513223319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='listen to your heart'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-5347823289530308362</id><published>2007-11-10T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:07:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHooHoo!</title><content type='html'>This week was rather well spent, cept for one unfortunate event. Being the deepavali week, it was a rather short working work, in addition, I had two days mc because of the fever and sore throat that haunts me everytime. All in all, I was in office for only a day, which felt like hell, the air in office was so bad, my nose was stuck. Running to the toilet every other minute was not enjoyable. Mc is not fun, there's nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Bee movie with ryu and vics on Friday and soon after kim joined us. Played arcade and ryu decided that we needed to form the break-photohunt-record team. After bidding farewell to fair lady and vics, headed down to town for ryu’s thirst of knowledge and music. Home sweet home shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the unfortunate event occurred. It was a drizzling Saturday morning and we were thrashing asses at the court, but  just when the games were getting high, chased after the ball and slipped and fell. It as those fall-and-recover-immediately kind of fall, but this fall felt different, something was outta place man, was and am still afraid it would affect my knee. Looking at the big bruise, pus oozing out occasionally and the pain that shockwave through everytime I exert weight on the right, I seriously wonder whether I can make it for 2/12/07. A day I have been training and looking forward to, but this fcuking fall had to occur now, at this juncture, with only weeks to go. Fcuk man! So afraid that by the time I recover, THE stamina is gone, not only that, and will become flabby. All the hard work gone down the drain just because of one fall! Wish I hadn’t gone after the ball or better yet, gone down for the session. See how it goes tomorrow, maybe going to hospital for some checks, which is a total waste of precious time. Shouldn’t bee home or at a hospital on a weekend man, the clock won’t stop ticking. Fcuking bored staying at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will sit opposite in between those two? Who's gonna be my seigaku's pillar of support?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5347823289530308362?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5347823289530308362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5347823289530308362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5347823289530308362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5347823289530308362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoohoo.html' title='WooHooHoo!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4220447273018254099</id><published>2007-11-07T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:31:47.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beauty Queen of only eight-teen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand beside you and hold you through the storms, but I'm in no position to do so, and can only watch helplessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4220447273018254099?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4220447273018254099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4220447273018254099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4220447273018254099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4220447273018254099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/beauty-queen-of-only-eight-teen-she-had.html' title=''/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4710037618769513040</id><published>2007-11-04T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:29:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your School Got Water?</title><content type='html'>The Game Plan was watched by me, ryu, vic, sl and vic on Friday night and I must say, it is quite a good movie, 4.5 stars I would rate it. Some parts quite funny, others, touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoohoo…I’m burnt yet again. Went running on sat morning and normally I would put a bottle of water at the void deck to drink when I returned. But the bloody bungla cleaner “swept” it off its feet and threw it away. So I was water-less. It didn’t matter. When I passed by the school near my house, sgss, the school that’s nearest s’goon mrt, I entered the gate and lo and behold! Two bottles of water on the bench. So I went up to the guard to ask for a sip of water. What proceeded from here on shows that the guard is meant to be a guard all his life and goes to show that he is one unhelpful bastard. I asked him if I could take a sip of water and to my surprise, he said: “this bottle is my one.” So I thought ok, there are two bottles, what about the other bottle? “No, that one is his. You cannot come in.” “Not even for a sip of water?” “No.” “Your school got water?” Get this, his answer was “No.” Like WTF man, it wouldn’t hurt you to spare a person some water man. If I were to collapse on the run, I would sue his ass off, sue till he’s relegated to being a cleaner. Selfish bastard. Later on, had basketball session with the team, it has really been a long time since we played man. Enjoyed it very much, although my shoes opened the crocodile mouth halfway. Ha. It was rather hot, so that’s where the burn came from. Was really glad to see yz walking again, albeit his one side hairier than the other legs. Ha. At night, watched clash of the top of the epl table where arsenal took on manu at the emirates. I must say, White Tangerine is quite a nice place to chill and watch the game, although the place is getting a little small. Great atmosphere where me, yz, vic, sl and Jason watched the draw game. Saw vic’s face change when gallas scored the late late equalizer. But yz won money because of that equalizer, so it doesn’t matter. Long Saturday man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a new haircut on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryu, i saved your bread from the inspector in gv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4710037618769513040?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4710037618769513040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4710037618769513040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4710037618769513040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4710037618769513040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-school-got-water.html' title='Your School Got Water?'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7605311376490413170</id><published>2007-11-04T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:04:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not ready to make nice</title><content type='html'>Forgive, sounds good &lt;br /&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could &lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything &lt;br /&gt;But I’m still waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m through with doubt &lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left for me to figure out &lt;br /&gt;I’ve paid a price &lt;br /&gt;And I’ll keep paying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to make nice &lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to back down &lt;br /&gt;I’m still mad as hell and &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round &lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to make it right &lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said &lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just get over it &lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around &lt;br /&gt;And I kind of like it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby &lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’ &lt;br /&gt;It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her &lt;br /&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger &lt;br /&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said &lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge &lt;br /&gt;That they’d write me a letter &lt;br /&gt;Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing &lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to make nice &lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to back down &lt;br /&gt;I’m still mad as hell and &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round &lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to make it right &lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to make nice &lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to back down &lt;br /&gt;I’m still mad as hell and &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round &lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to make it right &lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell &lt;br /&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good &lt;br /&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could &lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything &lt;br /&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7605311376490413170?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7605311376490413170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7605311376490413170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7605311376490413170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7605311376490413170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='I&apos;m not ready to make nice'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-3561093140110089259</id><published>2007-10-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:03:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why your sausage so big?</title><content type='html'>As usual, friday went for a movie, called rendition. It was quite a good movie, but only manages to snatch 4 stars from me. This is because, the torturing scene not that horrible? No right, joking only. It’s because there should be more war of power when the senator’s right hand man tries to help but is too powerless to do so. But overall, the struggle of the cop and when he finally released the innocent man was quite real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before embarking on the first half of a sunny Saturday afternoon, ryu mentioned that he wanted to wear blazer, so i tried on my blazer and i found that it was a little small for me now.My blazer a bit smaller already ryu, i guess you know what that means hur? First half of Saturday afternoon was spent watching the seeker. Rated 2.5 stars by john kerwin talk show. Its action scenes were not that exciting and it was far too little and short. Was expecting the show to be like 2hrs plus but ended up only 99mins. After that met ryu in town to spend time, talk crap walk around. At the same time, mr vic was in town with vic and he said if destiny decrees it, we will meet. So after analyzing his walking patterns, we predicted that he will either be in cine or heeren. And ryu said the likelihood of him going to heeren was higher, so we went to heeren to look. But we were too late, we should have entered adidas, flash &amp; splash to waste a little time so that when 2(vics) were talking neos, we could crash the wedding. Ha. In the end we went to the prints shop too early only to find them turning round a corner. Ha, nevertheless, a coincidence and a test of friendship. Headed to cine for a punter’s game of racing where the one and only lady driver beat us 3 guys. Ha, but but, ryu is the last. Ha! Strutted down to ps for pizza hut where its been a long time since I downed that much pizzas, recalling my buffet eating days at pizza hut at heartland when I was in pri school. While eating, a man and a lady enters and requests for a table for 4 proclaiming that they will order a lot so a table is not enough for them. A load of crap man. Why your sausage so big was the question I asked mr vic when he was eating his baked pasta. He said he will ask the person for me. In the end, he asked the Indian waiter who also like mr vic was a joker, and his reply was: “actually last time the sausage very small, but…” before I could even hear the rest of the answer, I was barely controlling my laughter. HA! Arcading after that where vic’s arcade luck for Saturday 27th oct was like shit. Losing in house of dead, Mario kart, bball shootout and NBA. Muhahaha. Home sweet home after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a bball session with vic(this time round it’s the real thing). Shoot the balls, talk some cock, it’s been a long time since we balled. Vic! 5 love don’t matter, what matters is that my durians are nicer and tastier than yours now! HA! Serious stuff now, vic, its natural to feel that way at some point of time, but you got to believe in your conditions, even though you rank slightly lower than me in chongfeng’s 50 most eligible bachelors. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;br /&gt;Vic, next time ask more questions, and show me your pole dance.&lt;br /&gt;Ryu, he pales in comparison to me if I were to you know, settle the “family business”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if your partner suddenly disappears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to december 2006, i have grown a little, but too bad, you aren't here to judge it for yourself. Well, its your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to rain yet again, but this time, it was refreshing, and I welcomed a few “looks” on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What races through the minds of two people when their gaze fall on each other and their eyes lock for the very first time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-3561093140110089259?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3561093140110089259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=3561093140110089259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3561093140110089259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/3561093140110089259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-your-sausage-so-big.html' title='Why your sausage so big?'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-659423168081915954</id><published>2007-10-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:18:53.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 41</title><content type='html'>This week has been quite a fruity-ful one, meet up with the clique on wed night at vivocity, had dinner, talked for a long time, done lotsa catching up and took lotsa photos. Pictures below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorNjvm3oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wdtaPFyQHwI/s1600-h/SSL21086+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorNjvm3oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wdtaPFyQHwI/s400/SSL21086+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123455038020574850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorODvm3pI/AAAAAAAAADE/M0t6bHbU-k8/s1600-h/SSL21085+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorODvm3pI/AAAAAAAAADE/M0t6bHbU-k8/s400/SSL21085+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123455046610509458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorODvm3qI/AAAAAAAAADM/w4EiWn_uFjs/s1600-h/SSL21082+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorODvm3qI/AAAAAAAAADM/w4EiWn_uFjs/s400/SSL21082+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123455046610509474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorOTvm3rI/AAAAAAAAADU/4nG-CiUIEYo/s1600-h/SSL21070+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorOTvm3rI/AAAAAAAAADU/4nG-CiUIEYo/s400/SSL21070+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123455050905476786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVTvm3jI/AAAAAAAAACU/y7EAR1Mz32A/s1600-h/SSL21103+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVTvm3jI/AAAAAAAAACU/y7EAR1Mz32A/s400/SSL21103+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123454071652933170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVjvm3kI/AAAAAAAAACc/9yS2LaJlRQY/s1600-h/SSL21095+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVjvm3kI/AAAAAAAAACc/9yS2LaJlRQY/s400/SSL21095+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123454075947900482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVzvm3lI/AAAAAAAAACk/lHG7vOMtGjw/s1600-h/SSL21093+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVzvm3lI/AAAAAAAAACk/lHG7vOMtGjw/s400/SSL21093+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123454080242867794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVzvm3mI/AAAAAAAAACs/xt5JQ9J7N3E/s1600-h/SSL21092+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqVzvm3mI/AAAAAAAAACs/xt5JQ9J7N3E/s400/SSL21092+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123454080242867810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqWDvm3nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q16pfzHrdJM/s1600-h/SSL21090+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxoqWDvm3nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q16pfzHrdJM/s400/SSL21090+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123454084537835122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry for the long spew of pictures, this is to do justice to the camera that took them and the people posing. Ha. Actually with the candid shots, a story can be formed, just that its too long to post on orangeymuffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri was spent watching Superbad and meeting ryu in town to walk the talk. Quite fun, just talking the walking. Ha. Ryu, hang in there, I’m sure you can maintain. Btw, u want to buy Didier drogba’s book? Or tell the lady that she shouldn't tell the whole corridor that her pants are wet, or queue until the counter to see it close before you, to shout "Bie!!" Ha. Superbad was quite funny…I’m giving it a 3 out of 5 stars. The two Vics should go watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was spent watching Brothers and wasting time with Mr Tank. Walking around PS a few times, cat-hay too, and we ventured into town because I was good enough to accompany a lonely vic who’s waiting for his vic to arrive in carriage. And thinking of what to buy to cheer a tired princess up. A sweet? As usual the walking the talking and talking the walking. Don’t worry vic, I’m confident you will pass the stage that you so desire. So you can use the money in your bank account that you so want to use. Oh and next time, can you please don’t humiliate people on the second or third sentence that you say to them? Ha, even though that fella is meant to be? Ha. Nice ren viewing today. Brothers is another 3 star movie as the plot was typical HK styled. Mr tank, later catch you to happy valley for illegal gambling. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YZ! Glad that you are safe and soundly asleep, so much free time, keep tagging my board. Please recover quickly as I very long never touch basketball already, even though I thrashed Mr tank in the bball machine. Ha. And its your turn to go walking the talking and talking the walking with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan, please go to tw and conquer that 150km and come back a 3rd sarge! Bon voyage and all the best to you, 21 days will zip by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad my weekend was spent getting to know them better. But now, I’m all that’s left. Sad. Its not that I don’t want ryu, its just that they don’t just drop from the sky… I’m trying man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to rain when i felt the worst, mind telling me to pack up and go and losing strength rapidly. But with the rain brought new vigour, to finish it, to reach the end point, or is it the beginning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-659423168081915954?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/659423168081915954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=659423168081915954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/659423168081915954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/659423168081915954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/week-41.html' title='week 41'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RxorNjvm3oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wdtaPFyQHwI/s72-c/SSL21086+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-7571668733232593169</id><published>2007-10-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:36:39.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say ok</title><content type='html'>"Say OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fine&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still a bit naive with my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you're close I don't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the words to speak&lt;br /&gt;I feel sparks&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be into you&lt;br /&gt;If you're not looking for true love&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna start seein' you&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be your only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not OK&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;br /&gt;Say OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call I don't know if I should pick up the phone every time&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I'm so shy&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be into you&lt;br /&gt;If you don't treat me the right way&lt;br /&gt;See I can only start seeing you&lt;br /&gt;If you can make my heart feel safe (feel safe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not OK&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's gonna be you&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you've got some things to prove&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you'll keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to run away so&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you'll call on time&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you'll help me shine&lt;br /&gt;Will you wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me close and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not OK&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;br /&gt;Say OK&lt;br /&gt;(Don't run away, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say ok by vanessa hudgens, which i think is so sweet. And Ryu, at the slightest comments. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7571668733232593169?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7571668733232593169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7571668733232593169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7571668733232593169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7571668733232593169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-ok.html' title='Say ok'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1680308838796757248</id><published>2007-10-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:33:32.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yz,ewan,clique</title><content type='html'>Not a bad week, passed my final theory so it’s onto practical next march or april. Hope I can pass it. Ball peeps gathering on sat night crossing over to Sunday morning. Its been a long time since we had such a gathering, was really enjoyable although lost a little money n mr tank sy took it to take neoprints. Ha. Haven’t seen ewan n jouie in a long time, who throughout the course of time became much fitter. With Wilbert still looking the same. Dear YZ, don’t you worry, you won’t lose your memory from general anesthesia. But even if you do, you still have us. May you recover soon from your op and enjoy the rest of your holiday as your ord looms nearer.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ewan, bon voyage, I’m sure you will definitely complete the 150km without falling out. And that 21 days without her won’t kill you. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;To clique members, really looking forward to our gathering on Wednesday.(had to add this line in since stef mentioned it. Joking la stef). HA. Its also been a long time since we met up and talked! Cya guys on Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1680308838796757248?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1680308838796757248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1680308838796757248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1680308838796757248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1680308838796757248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/yzewanclique.html' title='yz,ewan,clique'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-5459533340497387711</id><published>2007-10-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:07:29.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a 100 cakes have made</title><content type='html'>I once did something I never thought I would ever do for someone. But she, repaid it with a reaction I would have never guessed. Watching the channel 8 7 o’clock tv drama just now reminded me of this past and I have to say, that guy was pretty sweet to bake 100 cakes for the girl. But yet again, such sweetness goes unappreciated. He didn’t exactly get rejected but, I think the girl has more feelings for the actor/singer brother. Fcuking sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5459533340497387711?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5459533340497387711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5459533340497387711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5459533340497387711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5459533340497387711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/100-cakes-have-made.html' title='a 100 cakes have made'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-5283629387191067455</id><published>2007-10-11T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:09:22.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>limiting factor</title><content type='html'>I love to shop. Can’t deny the fact that I have a H-spot for cool gadgets, swelte watches and nice clothes. Guys, u should try walking down orchard road in full office wear and looking smart. The looks that you garner from people is totally different, it’s like you have an aura of “I can earn my own money” around you. Back to the point, I could go all day buying stuff, get this, buying stuff. That’s where all the problem comes in. Buying stuff all day needs tonnes of money, which in my case becomes the limiting factor. To unlimit the limiting factor, I will have to make money. Which in my case, is the stock market and its components. But no matter how much one can read up, the real world always is not what the book describes, it’s not as easy. That’s why u need a hand, the mentor who will teach you stuff, stuff that you did not know, stuff that you don’t get from the books. A mentor who will show you the ropes and advice you on the steps. If anybody is reading this has a mentor of relevant experience to recommend, please do recommend. My part mentor now is my mom, well, at least I have part a mentor. But why do I say part? It’s because the other part of her has become the limiting factor of the limiting factor. She’s not exactly a great mentor, but I must say she has great foresight, buying during the asian financial crisis and now reaping the dividend and profits. But that’s not what I want, I do not want to wait so long, 10 years is a lot to ask form an eighteen year old. I want to trade and generate a steady monthly source of income, and not have to wait until it’s time to get married to see the profits. If that’s possible, I would like to make enough to pay my way through university and not have to rely on their CPF. In short, I would like to gain financial independence. I would hope to retire young and join the millionaire club in spore at a relatively young age. But I know that’s not possible due to the limiting factor’s limiting factor and the limiting factor itself. So, does any expert want to produce a protégé?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5283629387191067455?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5283629387191067455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5283629387191067455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5283629387191067455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5283629387191067455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/limiting-factor.html' title='limiting factor'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-2459671173407256666</id><published>2007-10-07T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:43:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rooted</title><content type='html'>Was viewing the profiles of a few friends of mine and mine i must say alot of them have changed, they have matured alot since the last time i saw them. This leads me to think, have i changed or as you can guess, not. I'm still the same old me, leading the same old boring life of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2459671173407256666?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2459671173407256666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=2459671173407256666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2459671173407256666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2459671173407256666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/rooted.html' title='rooted'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1879168152832322594</id><published>2007-10-06T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:08:03.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>Mr Tank Shengyang is finally back from tw already, after 33 days of tank com course. Its long but it passed by very quickly. Went out with him, Ryu and charliejoe on a friday night to watch resident evil 3: Extinction at PS. Its a so-so la-la ti-ti do-do movie only, was expecting much more action. Not being as nice as Tank SY, i give it 2 stars only. Poor charliejoe, was conned by DEATHCAR to watch it. Ha. After that went to Kovan Mac to chat while they eat super coffeemix.&lt;br /&gt;Ryu says a watch advertisement as we were on the topic of watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBM6LmYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/d7I4_lZloTo/s1600-h/SSL20991+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBM6LmYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/d7I4_lZloTo/s400/SSL20991+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088109477304706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious picture of tank SY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBc6LmZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ctzu5-SoWGw/s1600-h/SSL20996+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBc6LmZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ctzu5-SoWGw/s400/SSL20996+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088113772272018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the two of them are interested in the things in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBs6LmaI/AAAAAAAAACE/UP1NZ4Bs7Eg/s1600-h/SSL20998+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBs6LmaI/AAAAAAAAACE/UP1NZ4Bs7Eg/s400/SSL20998+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088118067239330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBs6LmbI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ze96E_hxLWY/s1600-h/SSL20999+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBs6LmbI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ze96E_hxLWY/s400/SSL20999+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088118067239346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1879168152832322594?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1879168152832322594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1879168152832322594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1879168152832322594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1879168152832322594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RwcaBM6LmYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/d7I4_lZloTo/s72-c/SSL20991+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-5105872760370230333</id><published>2007-10-06T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:57:48.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swim.</title><content type='html'>I love swimming, it not only gives you a whole body work out, feeling great after that. It also gives you a great chance to get a tan. And most importantly, you get to babe watch! Wish i could do a version of SerSwimCom Watch. Ha. But i don't understand one thing though, the commercials advertise nothing but whitening products for the ladies, but why do some do the opposite of that, going to tan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: to the girl at the swim complexity, why do you look so glum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-5105872760370230333?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5105872760370230333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=5105872760370230333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5105872760370230333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/5105872760370230333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/swim.html' title='swim.'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-7191835362261462621</id><published>2007-10-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:51:40.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's When I Love You</title><content type='html'>When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you &lt;br /&gt;I love you just that way&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak &lt;br /&gt;Or see u walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when you're mad cause you lost the game &lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you &lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you &lt;br /&gt;When I love you &lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;A little more each time&lt;br /&gt;And when you can't quite match you clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;that's when I love you I love you &lt;br /&gt;More then you know&lt;br /&gt;And when you forgot that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that you give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you, I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my moind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you &lt;br /&gt;When I love you &lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh that's when I love you when nothing baby, nothing you do could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the more I love, the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you , when I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh, this is seriously a damn nice song, thanks rach for putting it up on your blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the small little things are said in this song. Small yet significant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7191835362261462621?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7191835362261462621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7191835362261462621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7191835362261462621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7191835362261462621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s When I Love You'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-6444364780036217722</id><published>2007-09-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:02:58.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over You</title><content type='html'>Now that it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dope song by Chris Daughtry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-6444364780036217722?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6444364780036217722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=6444364780036217722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6444364780036217722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6444364780036217722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/over-you.html' title='Over You'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-8010138568991272994</id><published>2007-09-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:04:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCK!</title><content type='html'>Its official, my life sucks. You know, there are some days u just wait for it to be over, whereas some days you just can't wait for it to be over. I'm living life like that man. And it SUCKS! Was looking at a facebook account in the week and i was surprised that w of my friends made it to OCS. Its like WTF, if they can make it to OCS, so can i man. This is the time when i really regret pushing down my pes man. For all you know, i would now be in OCS, attending the stupid course, passing out from it and earning like 1200 a month compared to a measley 400+.My life would have been more happening and fufilling. If only i had been more of a man to take the challenge up man. FCUK! I SUCK! I swear, that next life i will face service for the nation like a real man. If cannot then OOC. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, watch two movies again these weekend. They are Shoot 'em up and Balls of Fury. Both movies are only a 2.5-3 range for me. Shoot 'em up is an unrealistic one person shooter. Where one person goes on a mission to save, find out and annihilate an evil syndicate. There are some scenes that are rather funny though. But in the theater seated across the aisle was on old man, he was laughing so vigorously at some point, i thought he was going to ahve a heart attack. HA. Balls of Fury although the plot is a little sucky, there are afew lessons to be learnt. Its a 3 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls of fury was watched at bishan again, and if you are wondering RYU, she was there but left when i returned for dinner, so no PU. HOHO. Shir i saw your EX at bishan, he was happily laughing and talking with a new found gf of his i guess. It pays to be rich. Even though you are not that good looking. In this context, i guess money matters more even though you look like a stone. HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new croc shirt this weekend. Not a bad buy i guess, rather satisfied with my purchase, although it was a little expensive. Even with the 35% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's one thing i need to mention. Saw this veery old couple crossing a road. The husband holding the wife's hand, both of them walking slowly. That was like so heartwarming! Where do i find such undying and profound love? Time will pass me by and maybe i'll never know how to smile from my heart again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-8010138568991272994?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8010138568991272994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=8010138568991272994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8010138568991272994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8010138568991272994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/suck.html' title='SUCK!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4327393757702168079</id><published>2007-09-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:37:16.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queue</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, Singaporeans are kiasu and they can bloody queue. Was heading to gym on a morning and when i hit a turn before the 153 bus stop, there were a few long queues. I was like what the hell, although its working time, but in my hometown, the queues weren't as long before. Puzzled as i was, i stood waiting for the bloody bus which took quite some time to arrive. In the mean time, i finally understood what the snake like queues were for. As a van came to a stop, 2 person emerged, moving heavy stacks of things. Moved them up the stairs and the crowd moved forward. The BIG QUEUE had been for this. And its none other than WEEKEND TODAY. WHAT THE FCUK!!! All these queuing for a copy of weekend today. My my, we really are kiasu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4327393757702168079?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4327393757702168079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4327393757702168079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4327393757702168079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4327393757702168079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/queue.html' title='Queue'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1061857122061187169</id><published>2007-09-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:19:15.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Everybody have had regrets, but they have come to live with it. But if i could turn back time, I would make many changes to my life. Of course its for the better(who would want to make changes for the worse?), then i wouldn't have done this, wouldn't have done that. As i was explaining to Mr Tank Shengyang just now(he actually called me! What took you so long man.), went to J8 to watch Chuck and Larry. After the movie, was quite hungry, so went to eat. Walked past subway, was considering eat or don't. Eat it was. At the entrance, there was a sign, and behind that sign was a girl who was 8.5/10 studying and eating. So i decided to eat subway. Ha. Walked in, the eye contact was there. queued to get food, was contemplating whether to eat in or take away. Looked around, no space and just at that moment, i actually wanted to test that technique as introduced in THE GAME. I wanted to share the table with 8.5. She was i think sec4 or j1 as her notes were somewhat familiar. Maybe i could even teach. Although it may seem a little out of the mainstream at this point of time, but in the future it wouldn't matter at all. Ha. But atlas, i chickened out, never had the guts to execute. the moment i walked out of the place, i regretted! SY asked if i was in that situation again, would i chicken out or pick up? I told him pick up as the eye contact established was in my opinion quite strong. With the bear guts from tw, i'm sure it would be a success. HA! Went to basement1 to get more food and felt more regret. :( Maybe going back there next week to try my luck again. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1061857122061187169?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1061857122061187169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1061857122061187169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1061857122061187169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1061857122061187169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4998567276975992261</id><published>2007-09-22T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:03:18.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo</title><content type='html'>I've watched two movies this weekend, first up was Rouge Assassin(RA) up next was I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry. RA was ok as an action movie, i've seen better, one being Bourne Ultimatum. But the twist was quite surprising, never expected it to happen at all. And oh, Cathay at AMK is not bad,like their seats and ambience. But to me, the latter was the more meaningful movie. Chuck and Larry are not GAY! But in the end, they are the icons of gays, how ironic. HA. This movie was more impactful, maybe because it was a time when i can enjoy the movie and reflect without any disturbances. Pretending to be a person you never are is never easy. The truth is the best remedy, this almost everyone knows, but at that moment, for whatever reason, be it skeptical people or anger, the truth somehow doesn't come out from you, which thus complicates things. SO people, PAH-Lease tell the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say sorry to RYU n YZ, sorry guys, i watch the movies first, as i have shit duty to pick up phone calls at camp on sunday. Like who the hell calls headquaters on a Sunday. So i can't go out with you all. To RYU, certain things happen for a reason, but take it in your stride and it will serve to strengthen you and whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES! I watched both the movies alone at AMK hub and J8 respectively. According to RYU, we(me ryu sy) have formed the solo movie club. And it takes guts to watch movies alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4998567276975992261?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4998567276975992261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4998567276975992261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4998567276975992261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4998567276975992261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/solo.html' title='Solo'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-8407862699841525177</id><published>2007-09-22T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:41:57.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt!</title><content type='html'>I'm officially burnt right now man, went swimming and thought to myself that it wouldn't hurt to get a little tan after all. Wasn't exposed for that long, but to my horror, found myself red from waist up man! Although i get burnt quite often, this time its different, my chest is exceptionally red, like it was cooked man. This is the first time i've got my trunk that red. Any-oh-how, swimming was great! one of the best sport man. Get to babe watch a little and get burnt and most importantly, get a complete body workout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-8407862699841525177?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8407862699841525177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=8407862699841525177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8407862699841525177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8407862699841525177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/burnt.html' title='Burnt!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-4165586279339135167</id><published>2007-09-16T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:20:21.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salary</title><content type='html'>Got my long awaited salary on 12/09/2007, and with salary comes money, with money comes spending power, with power comes great responsibility(kidding kidding). With the spending power that's entrusted to me, i went for some retail therapy. Finally got some drug to satisfy me for the rest of the month.It felt really good man, retail therapy. As ryu would have guessed and yz would have known, yup its this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuyxikLkgII/AAAAAAAAAA8/76t-ouGU1sQ/s1600-h/SSL20961+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuyxikLkgII/AAAAAAAAAA8/76t-ouGU1sQ/s400/SSL20961+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110654884544544898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ruyxi0LkgJI/AAAAAAAAABE/7pn2p-9pZG8/s1600-h/SSL20964+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ruyxi0LkgJI/AAAAAAAAABE/7pn2p-9pZG8/s400/SSL20964+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110654888839512210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ruyxi0LkgKI/AAAAAAAAABM/YH9udWfAQBc/s1600-h/SSL20982+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ruyxi0LkgKI/AAAAAAAAABM/YH9udWfAQBc/s400/SSL20982+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110654888839512226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ruyxi0LkgLI/AAAAAAAAABU/RccTSTo2UKU/s1600-h/SSL20974+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ruyxi0LkgLI/AAAAAAAAABU/RccTSTo2UKU/s400/SSL20974+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110654888839512242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuyxjELkgMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wxjQ6DYQhrQ/s1600-h/SSL20973+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuyxjELkgMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wxjQ6DYQhrQ/s400/SSL20973+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110654893134479554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having bought the dope and repaired my precious, went to Tangs for a little more retail therapy, but this time, no buying. Must wait till next payday, although the watches are quite tempting with the sale thats going on. A 370 watch is going at around 270 because of the 25% discount that's going on. And the watches are quite nice, mainly from Kenneth Cole Reaction series and POLICE! However, i'm a very faithful person, so i'm sticking with my Seiko Men' s Criteria Chronograph 100M Watch # SND751 SND751P1. Heh, the name alone makes me fall in love with it man. Ha. In case you are wondering how it looks like, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ru1JbELkgOI/AAAAAAAAABs/JcL02e7-Xvg/s1600-h/snd751p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/Ru1JbELkgOI/AAAAAAAAABs/JcL02e7-Xvg/s400/snd751p1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110821881462948066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just looking at it makes me SWOON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to paralysed centre to play pool afterwards and boy yz, your pool skills have really improved. Is it because the airfour train you all to play pool everyday? Ha. But as soon as people compliment him, he shoots the white ball off the table to let it roll about on the floor. HA! Don't worry yz, i know the feeling,the audience looking at you, the rush of adrenaline. It just explodes. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, done with pool. Moving on to more stuff that i saw. On Friday, went to the gym, but on the bus, saw a scene that has a message i want to convey to those who are attached. On the bus, an elegant lady and a not so good looking guy were standing. Lady holds crumpled up tissue paper in one hand, crossed arm. Guy holding the railing and the handle bar, looking at the back of the lady who won't face him. Obviously this lady was crying,  but no matter what the guy did, she just wouldn't turn to converse with him. What a scenario, elegant lady gets heart broken by not so handsome-looking guy. WTF. I guess thats the end? To all who are attached, please treasure your partner and do not let them cry like the not so handsome-looking guy did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sengliang, i will win big, maybe even win enough to pay my uni fees. Mortgage, i use yours! and btw, do you want to attend a seminar on shares on 11/10/2007 @ Mariott hotel? Its free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yz, who say pesse cannot run fast? pesse people can even be asafa power ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-4165586279339135167?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4165586279339135167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=4165586279339135167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4165586279339135167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/4165586279339135167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/salary.html' title='Salary'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuyxikLkgII/AAAAAAAAAA8/76t-ouGU1sQ/s72-c/SSL20961+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-8030936675198401368</id><published>2007-09-09T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:52:18.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3</title><content type='html'>1. It sucks to see your good friend getting together with the one that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It sucks to know that you are trying as hard as you can, yet the effort is not reciprocrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-8030936675198401368?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8030936675198401368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=8030936675198401368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8030936675198401368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/8030936675198401368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/123.html' title='1,2,3'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-6251221123171621097</id><published>2007-09-08T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:20:10.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1:46:06.06</title><content type='html'>1:46:06.06 thats the time! Time of what? Time that i took to complete 21km! Ha!!! The certificate came today at roughly 1.46pm? HA. A great surprise and sense of achievement man! 21km in 1hr 46mins and 6s is no easy feat. Thinking back, i didn't know how i did it man, under 2hrs in the first attempt. The feeling is WoHooooooO!!! 1:46:06.06 is the time to beat come december man!! In the mean time, that is the timing to motivate me on the long runs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuJaydxJyCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BPMT2S_J4qU/s1600-h/73J0629AHM2007%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuJaydxJyCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BPMT2S_J4qU/s400/73J0629AHM2007%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107744750422312994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH! WHO ASK U SO SLOW, BLOCKED BY ME! HA! a few more seconds to take off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-6251221123171621097?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6251221123171621097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=6251221123171621097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6251221123171621097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/6251221123171621097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/1460606.html' title='1:46:06.06'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RuJaydxJyCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BPMT2S_J4qU/s72-c/73J0629AHM2007%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-2515248757017368589</id><published>2007-09-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:10:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But for whom?</title><content type='html'>Went gym this morning after a week's break as i was sick. $8.55 per entry now as cousin's safra expired together with him ord-ing. I also wana ORD asap! Sometimes i wonder, all these gyming, running and swimming are done to ultimately keep fit and most importantly look good! Yeah, look good. But for whom??? Normally people wanna look good for a particular person, that person. Having no person in mind to look good for, I see no point in doing so. But week after week the same routine follows: run swim gym... week after week i carry out the routine because of the discipline i have. Well, at least now when i'm young i have the time and energy to do all these in a week. Who knows what will happen 20 years on, i may be a fat ugly old AFC for all you know. Maybe then i will realise that the running swimming and gyming when i was young were indeed in vain whereas the energy could be saved till now to expend. OK,this paragraph was crap its random thoughts that i had and needed an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told to clear my leave as the leave cannot be accumulated till 2009. WTF, no ord-ing a month earlier. Back to the point, I have 11 days of leave to clear and i don't know what to do with it. I don't know whether to go on a holiday, but in any case i won't have the money. But the underlying reason is that i have nobody to spend it with. :(((( so i'm letting u all(only ryu n yz i guess) know that i have 11 days of leave to clear and u all can book in advance please. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i shall not watch any movie i told myself. No nice movie screening, but most importantly, nobody to watch with as sy is out blasting things in tai-1. No girls for me to watch No Reservations with either. Therefore no movie watching for me this weekend. Might as well, save up the money for me to buy dope, Pedro. Talking about money, I'm pissed with my mom's broker, I shouldn't have heed her advice man. If i didn't i would have made myself 600 in this week alone. Feck it, 600 would have paid for my watch and pedro. If i get to make more, a PDA. DAMMIT!!! Shall continue to montior as the US market is not as good this weekend. Hope prices fall on monday, then its time to make some profits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2515248757017368589?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2515248757017368589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=2515248757017368589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2515248757017368589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2515248757017368589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-for-whom.html' title='But for whom?'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-1414838725288207858</id><published>2007-09-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:05:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was not as fruitful as i hoped it would be. Was bogged down by fever, sore throat and a huge load of phlegm that seems to come from a bottomless lung. Ha! Feeling better now. Still loads of phlegm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a week of postings and flying. Ryu n e1 finished their courses at BM &amp;amp; BSL respectively. The former now a medic and the latter now going for ASL. The one who flew was not yz but tank shengyang, commander. Ha! Bestest luck to you and may you and your team get the best team, and You must get best PT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On forgot which day this week, fellow colleague in ns-pd asked me why i seem so happy-go-lucky. My reply,i'm that person who sleeps and forgets all my troubles, provided the sleep was long enough! ha! But this is not always the case if i should say so, the underlying insecurities will definitely be there to haunt me even in my happiest of certain days. Therefore cousing emo-ness. So to my colleague, things are not what they seem to be. I do get scoldings from mdm too, but i still sleep over it. lousy mdm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not looking forward to the monday, the start of the week. It means more work! But following the start, there's the end. I will go out next weekend, since this weekend is spent nursing my sickened body. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to english radio stations recently like 987 n 980. Like a particular song by natasha bedingfield, its called Soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate by natasha bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;you're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;how do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;there's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-1414838725288207858?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1414838725288207858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=1414838725288207858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1414838725288207858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/1414838725288207858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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-6236112664040996068.post-2813442232492654194</id><published>2007-09-02T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:20:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdated posts</title><content type='html'>The first backdated post goes out to the NUS Arts Pageant @ DXO on 18.08.2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited by a classmate of 05S212. Nice catching up steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night of dancing and fun i should say. Photos up next. Can't help noticing that i have eyebags like teabags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and classmate of 2yrs, duckie koh k.m.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105482689931757538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RtpRdNxJx-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1GB1Bg8XRS0/s320/SSL20902+(Large).JPG" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105482689931757554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RtpRdNxJx_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rGtNbU0eKsI/s320/SSL20900+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105482694226724866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RtpRddxJyAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z2CGTWf8Yfs/s320/SSL20904+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;ARMY HALF!&lt;br /&gt;The second backdated post goes out to Army Half Marathon! On the morning of 26th September on 0530. 21km is WOOHOOO-ly wicked! This was my maiden 21km, no prior experience to 21k before. The only thing that comes close was the 10+km that i did for mizuno. So didn't expect much from myself except maybe to finish it asap.Going strong for first 14km, running in the early morning is SO... satisfying, seeing the night light and the cars zoom past on the expressway. Seeing the condos still dark with snores! Had to deal with stitches along the 15-21k route! Due to lack of training in breathing while drinking water. Ha. Almost choked! HA. The last 3km was the worst part of the run...legs giving way, the numbness in the hands slowly crept up to the shoulders. The feeling was: "WTF IS HAPPENING TO MY ARMS??" When i finally finished, as in cross the finish line, on the spot where i stopped, my knees almost couldn't support by body, it felt like jelly! Haven't felt this is a long long time since secondary 3 sports day man. I think long runs are beneficial, during the run, i thought back on my life, for the past like three years or so. While some of the events took away the energy that i had, the others only served to propel me forward. I definitely recommend long runs to people, to get in touch with your inner self. Ha. In the meantime, more training and long runs to prepare for 21km again on 2nd december 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-2813442232492654194?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2813442232492654194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=2813442232492654194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2813442232492654194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/2813442232492654194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/backdated-posts.html' title='Backdated posts'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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/_8Ysf0dz_dOM/RtpRdNxJx-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1GB1Bg8XRS0/s72-c/SSL20902+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236112664040996068.post-7459890277157347228</id><published>2007-09-02T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:47:33.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>As asked by dear ryu, on friday night, i shall start a blog as of now. Guess this will be a blog of weekly ramblings or scoldings from me to whoever its meant for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236112664040996068-7459890277157347228?l=orangeymuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7459890277157347228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236112664040996068&amp;postID=7459890277157347228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7459890277157347228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236112664040996068/posts/default/7459890277157347228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangeymuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>ker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362245168402807394</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>
