<?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-3734342972912907523</id><updated>2011-05-10T02:35:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-inner oubliette-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-1579867363919145213</id><published>2008-07-06T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:44:05.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a week =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had aki/ID freshmen camp. Long story cut short, we won the best og. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with mich and her frens to go partying at butter factory. damn, feels damn good to see her again. What a night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big thing. eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-1579867363919145213?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/1579867363919145213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=1579867363919145213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/1579867363919145213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/1579867363919145213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-week-d-had-akiid-freshmen-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-5651463137115294941</id><published>2008-06-29T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:17:27.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be gg for my design freshmen orientation camp at NUS tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna last till Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet mich today, but didnt in e end. my eyes acted up again, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions, excited abt meeting new ppl and having fun at e camp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont be getting to meet up mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-5651463137115294941?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/5651463137115294941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=5651463137115294941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5651463137115294941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5651463137115294941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-be-gg-for-my-design-freshmen.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-2932371990493173634</id><published>2008-06-28T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:42:08.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pasta. pizza. letter from MR POSTMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boat quay, clark quay. green tea ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-2932371990493173634?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/2932371990493173634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=2932371990493173634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2932371990493173634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2932371990493173634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/pasta.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-7010120411623279668</id><published>2008-06-27T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:12:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going out to meet mich later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be hanging around the boat quay area. i think it'd be damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDE's camp is just next week! I think i have very crazy OGLs. hahah. real cool as well, bet it's gonna be damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And camp's gonna end at arnd 3am on friday morning?? they were saying we r gg partying at butter factory, as the finale. cool stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. life's getting so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee to chewy juniors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-7010120411623279668?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/7010120411623279668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=7010120411623279668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/7010120411623279668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/7010120411623279668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-out-to-meet-mich-later-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-5190447892652856460</id><published>2008-06-23T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:47:35.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda delayed post, i wanna blog abt Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went NUS for SDE's admission day in the morning. nothing much, just bits n pieces of information for us freshies here and there. And i joined NUS Rag! They were saying it's gonna be so super fun, so oh well, i put down my name. Their jersey looks cool though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with mich after that! we were saying we wanna eat swedish meatballs from ikea. and since she has a fren's bday chalet to go to at pasir ris, we decided to go to the ikea at tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome meatballs. Yum! Walked around in ikea. We were somehow choosing furniture for our future homes alr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around at tampines mall later, and went to whitesands. She brought me to this shop around pasir ris interchange tt sells this fantastic jelly cheesecake. there was like a mini heartshape made of strawberry in the centre of the cake. damn cute. damn yummy as well! mich's got great taste in food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along to her fren's bday chalet at costa sands. her fren liked the present we bought her! went shopping the day before with mich to choose the present. Mich's got great taste in buying presents as well. hahahh. Hang around in the chalet, met a few of her friends. Both of us din eat much cos we were like still full after a late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off together later. It was quite late alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train rides with mich are always awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-5190447892652856460?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/5190447892652856460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=5190447892652856460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5190447892652856460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5190447892652856460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/kinda-delayed-post-i-wanna-blog-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-2176404651870458144</id><published>2008-06-21T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:20:31.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>82. 2. 44. 157. 54. 56. 410. 175. 7. 8/6. 16/4. 13/6. 19/6. 20/6. 21/6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the figures are going to add on and on. and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-2176404651870458144?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/2176404651870458144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=2176404651870458144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2176404651870458144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2176404651870458144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/82.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-2377270252537265599</id><published>2008-06-19T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:39:03.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-2377270252537265599?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/2377270252537265599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=2377270252537265599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2377270252537265599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2377270252537265599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-5969089176612302753</id><published>2008-06-14T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:14:29.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's capsule day!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome experience at the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next sat! st james!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-5969089176612302753?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/5969089176612302753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=5969089176612302753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5969089176612302753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5969089176612302753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-capsule-day-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-4769446148021661960</id><published>2008-06-09T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:34:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When kc blogs, which is so super rare, it's always about happy happpenings, sad stuff and meaningful escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kc had the best and sweetest Sunday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kc is a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ice cream cake rocks my world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-4769446148021661960?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/4769446148021661960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=4769446148021661960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/4769446148021661960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/4769446148021661960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-kc-blogs-which-is-so-super-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-6360403296154481841</id><published>2008-03-10T22:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:26:57.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Workshop @ NUS High</title><content type='html'>Picture paints a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Had such a meaningful experience facilitating the Children's Workshop at NUS High on last Sat. Am glad I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;Had two sessions, one in the morning and another one in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were simply so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Helped conduct some of the games as well, as the trainer for my group couldn't really project his voice in the correct manner. He ended up with a sore throat. Haha, poor guy. Nevertheless, it was great working with him. Mr Monte's his name.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, all of us were so shagged! Managing kids were not as easy as we thought initially.&lt;br /&gt;And the pay for the event was much more than we had expected. Haha. Cayden was indeed generous.&lt;br /&gt;But well, all of us were more for the experience than the pay. We wanted to interact with the children, help out in the event.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we went home with so much more. seeing the kids having fun, doing our part for the event, seeing the smiles all around.&lt;br /&gt;Though shagged, it was good shagged. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the pictures taken that day (credits to enchantingkairos.com):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VHZoXXc9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JbD46AN13no/s1600-h/NUS+HIIGH+-+080308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176121852389979090" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VHZoXXc9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JbD46AN13no/s320/NUS+HIIGH+-+080308.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me giving instructions for a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VGfIXXc8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/f9MxNdGISRc/s1600-h/NUS+HIGH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176120847367631810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VGfIXXc8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/f9MxNdGISRc/s320/NUS+HIGH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caucasian kids are definitely much more pro-active than Singaporean kids, I came to realise. This young lady proved to possess good leadership skills. She volunteered to be the leader for a game that I conducted (and modified). Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VF24XXc7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/v-W5mFv6Oms/s1600-h/NUS+HIGH5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176120155877897138" style="WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VF24XXc7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/v-W5mFv6Oms/s320/NUS+HIGH5.jpg" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VEFIXXc4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PylbmvAVO8M/s1600-h/NUS+HIGH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Monte attempting to burst a balloon using his head. Haha, the kids were very amused by his antics. And this pink little girl was soo adorable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to put her picture up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VFioXXc6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AUX7Mwa1v24/s1600-h/nus+high+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176119807985546146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VFioXXc6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AUX7Mwa1v24/s320/nus+high+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Monte and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VFM4XXc5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/N1OFOIg4lqk/s1600-h/NUS+HIGH+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176119434323391378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VFM4XXc5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/N1OFOIg4lqk/s320/NUS+HIGH+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VDwYXXc1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/G933mXtHdXE/s1600-h/NUS+HIIGH+-+080308.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a big YEAH! for a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3734342972912907523-6360403296154481841?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/6360403296154481841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=6360403296154481841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/6360403296154481841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/6360403296154481841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/03/childrens-workshop-nus-high.html' title='Children&apos;s Workshop @ NUS High'/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/R9VHZoXXc9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JbD46AN13no/s72-c/NUS+HIIGH+-+080308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-6907601340430773727</id><published>2008-03-05T01:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:58:25.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA! haha, i'm back on the (blogging) radar once again. I was just being too lazy to blog these few months. Lots of happenings. As the chinese saying goes, yi yan nan jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to state this again, despite after a week already and the many times that i've already told alot of people. It just makes me feel so good saying it again. Here goes: I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 2nd attempt though. Failed terribly during my first test. 46 points. hah. VS 16 on my 2nd test. BIG IMPROVEMENT ok. though 16 is still quite lousy, but oh well, who cares. I still pass. haha. I've been driving my family around these few days already. The general consensus is that I'm a pretty steady driver. Though my dad keeps saying I drive too fast on the expressways. But can't really blame me. The family car is just too lousy. It's either too fast or too slow. But well, I'm still a safe driver, so to all my friends who are waiting to be driven around, no worries! Haha. On another note, I'm just glad to have gotten my licence before my 21st. It's something more of a personal achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my pre-Lasik evaluation last week as well. It was at NUH, as they have my previous eye records, i reckon that going to NUH was the best option. And, unfortunately, after the evaluation I was told that I was not a suitable Lasik candidate! It was something of a bomb, man! I felt so disappointed. The doctor told me that my cornea shape is too oval, and hence when they do the cutting, there will be problems. So the alternative for me is to go for ICL, which stands for Implantable Contact Lens. There isn't much risks involved, but the main problem is the cost. It costs a whopping $8000 for both eyes, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now still thinking of ways of raising that amount. Normal office job definitely wouldn't get me the $8k in a couple of months. I HAVE to get my eyes done before uni starts. I don't want to go through all the hassle of cleaning/soaking my contacts everyday, and the thought of wearing my specs to school is just disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soo, I've decided to help out in my parents' business. Hopefully i can achieve a couple of sales, and perhaps they would then have the resources to help sponsor part of the cost. I'm still working out the plan with them right now. Am just determined to go for the ICL before August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life after ORD is indeed carefree. haha. Have been sleeping at 2 or 3am and waking up at 1 plus 2 pm everyday. Going for outings, gatherings, birthday parties. Tons of friends celebrating their 21st. Meeting up with friends. Am working this coming Saturday. Being a facilitator for an event held at NUS High. Pretty easy money i suppose, and working with xieheng and aaron. It'll be fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last note to add for the (long) post: If anyone has any business opportunity to earn $8k within a few months, pls pls contact me! Ehh, provided that it doesn't involve selling of ass. Hah. Thanks =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-6907601340430773727?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/6907601340430773727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=6907601340430773727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/6907601340430773727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/6907601340430773727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2008/03/aloha-haha-im-back-on-blogging-radar.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-3039994030223564651</id><published>2007-12-31T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:34:12.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a couple of hours time it will be 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No countdown for me this year. Memories of last year's countdown are just fantastic, mind-blowing. However, without him this year, countdown don't seem that much meaningful already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 hasn't been a good year, to say the least. Both physically and emotionally draining, a big part of me wants the year to just pass. Yet, there's this part that still wanna lingers on, you know,  for 07 is the last year that wz is still around with us. Oh well, everyone needs to move on, and me too, will move on and embrace 08 with a smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 08 will be such an exciting year! 18 more days into 08 and ORD LOH!! then soon after, i'll get my driving licence (i hope), working time and then, Uni!! For me, i just can't wait to go into uni and start life as an undergraduate. More importantly, at least i'll be progressing along the path of my dream, towards my goal, inching step by step to living The KC Dream. Uni life will be, no doubt, busy, but i expect it to be loads of fun as well. Meet new friends, new people, new khakis. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-3039994030223564651?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/3039994030223564651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=3039994030223564651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3039994030223564651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3039994030223564651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-couple-of-hours-time-it-will-be-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-3344666141855052642</id><published>2007-11-30T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:38:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His story. My inspiration.</title><content type='html'>I think, in life, the epitome of pain one can ever feel is from the losing of a beloved one. The demise of a close one, and the pain that lingers on after his death, is incomprehensible. As quoted, "the deaths are senseless". It left us all in shock, in pain, and in grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never imagine, even in my wildest nightmare, that i would be experiencing this pain, at least not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts so much, so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week since Weizheng passed away. My cofident, my buddy, my best friend. Gone, without a word, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to Weizheng, the man who i look up upon to, the man who had so much vigour and passion for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how i wish i wouldn't have to type in past tense..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weizheng, the bespectacled guy whom we first met after 1st 3 mths in SAJC. We were in the same class, and he looked like any other hard core mugger choinging to dominate the papers coming his way. 04S75, lectures after lectures, tutorials after tutorials, days after days. We grew closer and closer, we bonded.  Countless outings together, all the silly stuff we did after school, all the name callings and scandal fixings. We were like brothers. His campaign to get into the student council in J1, putting up posters with taglines 'Water Closet (wc was his initial) - always here for you'. How we used to tease him about this cheesy tagline. In J2, he became our class rep. Leadership was inborn in him. He was the leader among us, getting things done, gathering the class and making sure we stayed together as a class. He was instrumental in the bonding of s75, and in everything he did for the class, he put in his best effort, for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mugging period in J2 for the A's. We mug hard together, in our Reading Room, with the usual people huddling close together discussing questions. He never failed to motivate and inspire us whenever depression sets in. He was super smart, hardworking and self motivated. Without doubt, he was one of the very few people in s75 who had such fantastic results. He worked hard for what he believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joined sailing initally in SA, den moved on to Volleyball, where he was an active member in the School Team. He joined the Green Club too and contributed significantly to the Club. He joined the OCIP team to udon thani as well. So active was he, he seemed infallible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got posted to the same company (Leopard) in Tekong for BMT. We were in the same platoon, but different sections. He was made the section IC for his section. Again, his leadership abilities separated him from all the cocksters. We see each other everyday, did training together, kena tekan together. We met up everytime before booking in to take the train together, and during the long train ride from the west to the east, we would talk about so much stuff. However, we got posted to different vocations after BMT. He became a technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always had a drive for sports. With the many swimming sessions we had together, he told me that he would be attached out to the SAFSA Dragonboat Team. I was proud of him. It wasn't easy to make it into SAFSA, and the training they did was xiong. After a period, he became the Vice Captain of the team. Another acheivement. Not long after, he told me he made it into the national team. What a glory! He went Malaysia, Macau with the national team to race. Just 2 weeks ago, he informed us he would be going to Cambodia. And now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How drastically life can change, in such a short period. How cruel fate can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weizheng, the pillar and strength of s75, the funnyman of the guys, and the leader among us. What would we do now, now that you are not with us, now that you can't be here for us.. S75 will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never cried till so jialat for a long time already. This whole week had been the worst week ever, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is heartening to know that he is now in a better place. He died for the country, doing the sports he loved. He was a man who did not hesitate to do the things he believed in, he had no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a number of people i wanna thank so so much who have been here for me, for us during this period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire S75(includes the teachers): wouldnt know what to do without u guys.&lt;br /&gt;LX, ZW, XH: The presence of you ppl always seem so comforting. Thanks for the hugs, the support and the many words which help me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Siyin: Thanks for coming down that day, talking to me, and your sms-es. Pls organise 2/2 outing soon ok.&lt;br /&gt;Xueyin: Your talks on msn, many thanks. I will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;BMT buddies: Seeing u guys reminded me of the good times all of us share in tekong. Thx for all ur support.&lt;br /&gt;And the many many ppl who consoled me and us during this time.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weizheng, you are in our hearts, for eternity. When all of us grow old, have kids and grandchildren, we will tell them of the many many wonderful memories all of us shared. We will tell them your story, your drive for life, and your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, weizheng, your laughter, weizheng, your voice. In my heart, your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, brudder. Everything has been taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-3344666141855052642?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/3344666141855052642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=3344666141855052642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3344666141855052642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3344666141855052642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/11/his-story-my-inspiration.html' title='His story. My inspiration.'/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-3371010311064506563</id><published>2007-11-25T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:21:57.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye..my dearest friend..goodbye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may you rest in peace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your buddy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-3371010311064506563?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/3371010311064506563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=3371010311064506563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3371010311064506563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3371010311064506563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/11/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-3349303993656228959</id><published>2007-09-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:37:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!! Am back after a 4 mth plus hiatus. heh heh. Well, haven been blogging partly due to laziness, and am also busy with camp stuff. Haven really gotten the mood to blog when i'm still sian-ified with the mundane routine of army life. But it's ok! Less than 4 more mths to go till the glorious day of my ord. I shall hang on till then! (time seems to draggg on day by day though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am learning driving now, will be taking the prac test on Jan next yr, straight after i ord. Hope to pass on the first time! If not real malu, lah. Just changed my driving instructor cos the previous one keep on sleeping on his job, while i'm driving. Perhaps I drive till real smooth and comfortable so he kinda doze off huh. Hah, but well I suppose sleeping on the job just isn't professional, and especially if you are a driving instructor where safety of everyone is at stake, dozing off while teaching someone is just wrong. So I changed to a supposedly safer and more patient instructor, let's just hope he can give me my licence next Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very siao-on about going to Germany to study next year. It'll be a direct and specialised degree in Transportation Design, which in fact is car designing - my ultimate goal. But SIGHS! After contacting alot of agencies in SG and The Deutschland, and even the German Embassy, emails phone calls and faxes, I found out that one of their admission criteria for this course is 'proficiency in German Language'. I calculated, and it'll take me like, 3.5 yrs to reach that kinda standard required by the university. 3.5 years man! booo hoo. Ah well, so for now it's still NUS for me. Unless some miracle happens and I can get sponsored to go to the states or UK... ha happy dreaming! Anyway Industrial Design still rocks, lah. Despite the many comments that it's a difficult course and the dropout rate is high, but hey. kc has put his mind to it, and will last it through the course and enjoy his uni life to the max. Can't wait for uni to start next yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been making alot of plans and more plans for that 7 months after ord till uni starts next yr. Yes yes, i know it's still early for that, but I guess it's all these plans that keeps me alive during working days. Holidays, lots of sleep, outings, gatherings, meeting up with those I haven met for eons. Quality time with family, friends. Finding a job i like, monkeying around with my buddies, wasting away. It all sounds so exciting and tempting. And yet, time has to be the barrier between all these freedom. Guess I'll just have to focus on tasks at hand and maybe, time will make way for me to enjoy this freedom i so madly craves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: ORD (&lt;em&gt;operationally-ready date&lt;/em&gt;). Means, &lt;strong&gt;FREEDOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-3349303993656228959?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/3349303993656228959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=3349303993656228959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3349303993656228959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/3349303993656228959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-everybody-am-back-after-4-mth.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-7952799469254552456</id><published>2007-05-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:33:49.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good to be hitting the 2 digit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks soo much to everyone and everyone who sent me their wishes! been so heartwarming to receive the blessings from friends and family. And once again reminded me of how blissful i am to be surrounded with such wonderful people. Seldom have the chance to reflect on such stuff, in the midst of all the negativities. Think birthday also serves as a day of reflection and gratitude, besides the celebration. i need more of such days man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, been pretty exciting to be in the gang of the 20s. i term it as the 'decade of happenings'. Looking forward to life in the prime age. But somehow, being 20 is also neither here nor there. 'not a teenager, not yet an adult'. trapped in the in-between, i think it does serves a purpose anyhow. Perhaps this is the age to truly reflect back on the 20 years of existance in this world, and before the official adulthood of 21, this period enables us to realign our goals for the future, and ultimately decides what we want to acheive. For me, it has been pretty much of an internalised reality. Hitting the 20 means that some mentality of mine have to be shifted. Have a year for the transition. Something like, from boy to man. yes sure, army has been a catalyst for the 'morph', but somehow it has been quite an obstacle as well. nevertheless, been refocusing on stuff and going into different states of mind, all for the better of me. No one said it'll be easy, but 'easy' itself can sometimes be quite an abstract kinda concept. or am i making easy so difficult. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to many good and exciting years ahead! and thanks again fellow buddies and pretty ladies for the wishes!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-7952799469254552456?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/7952799469254552456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=7952799469254552456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/7952799469254552456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/7952799469254552456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-8826115044565904407</id><published>2007-05-06T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:19:49.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Brewerkz yest nite for dinner, beer and soccer match with s75 guys. awesome place! ordered this burger, which was real huge. much bigger than that of a standard Carl Jr's. decision influenced by Jas, who once told me the burger's yummy. indeed. initially we wanted to order this fruit beer, which taste sweet rather than the usual bitterness of a beer. however the waiter told us it was sold out. such hot stuff. we gotten this tower of Indian Ale instead. real smooth, with the after taste nothing that of bitter, a pretty unique taste i would say. and so the match started, with me and wz and jc supporting the underdogs. the rest of the guys rooting for man utd. pretty exciting to be cheering for the miniority. i'm not the least bit of a man c fan, am a true blue chelsea fan. just that it'd be good to see man utd losing this match and with chelsea a better chance of taking the title. but heh, as predicted, man utd won. nonetheless, fun to be cheering against man utd. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around clark quay after the match. Really happening over there. And as usual, there was at least one lamborghini park next to MOS. a white one this time. drools. Lambos are so my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Went play pool at je till 1 plus am. and coincidentally, met gab kenneth they all over there playing pool as well. din realise they were there till gab came over. he and his cheeky smile. hah.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing short of a fantastic evening. good to see everyone again, after so long. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-8826115044565904407?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/8826115044565904407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=8826115044565904407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/8826115044565904407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/8826115044565904407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-brewerkz-yest-nite-for-dinner-beer.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-2130177083484660063</id><published>2007-05-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:03:09.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to blog about the last weekend but apparantly was too lazy to do so, till now. so here's a quick update on things. fantastic long weekend by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ubin on sat. was the j2's oec. anyway while waiting for the gals at changi, we had a feast for lunch. ordered this XO Crab bee hoon. woah the taste is superb! pics of the dish taken, along with the remains of the demolition of the crab. haha. upload soon when heng send me. Met the gals and the 6 of us j4s went to ubin happily. cycled arnd, met the j3s at the campsite. glad to see most of them there. and our ubin loyal fren is still there! alright he's just a brown dog, but he accompanied us, walking with us when we were j1s n j2s, and after so long he's still down there following us around. took pics at the campsite. and Yuan Ling quite poor thing la, hahah keep kena suanned by me just because of that incident during our oec a couple of years back. but really funny to see her reactions. heh i just like bully juniors. =p anyway we had a good dinner at the jetty on mainland, with the food tasting better than expected at this rather cool al fresco styled cafe. went White Sands played cards at the Mac after dinner, cos most of us don't really feel like going home. eventually reached home around midnight, shagged but a day well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up like real early on sun to go Pei Ling's church. The decision was made just on the train ride home the previous night, with Aaron on a spontaneous syndrome. Church was pretty amazing, met a few of peiling's friends. very friendly and nice people, creating laughter just suanning peiling. hahah peiling's quite poor thing actually. but what to do, she's just too cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;and am glad Aaron accomplished his main objective. he's a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took leave on mon and slack at home. decided that i was too sian to go camp, so took leave in the early morning and went back to sleep till afternoon. tutored my kid brother for awhile. kinda worrying that he's still so relac when his exams are like looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched spidey on tues! awesome spidey and his web. and aaron and xh just have the lamest idea of giving the belated bday present to tash. hope he like his comic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this coming weekend as well. will be a fabulous one, meeting up lots of ppl. and ling xiang just told me her exams are over. she gotten this new haircut as well, now sporting short hair. hahah we all cant wait to see her new look. hope everyone meets up soon after the gals' exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-2130177083484660063?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/2130177083484660063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=2130177083484660063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2130177083484660063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2130177083484660063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/05/wanted-to-blog-about-last-weekend-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-7431260618107650097</id><published>2007-04-20T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:11:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8bbTtPL1jRs' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8bbTtPL1jRs'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-7431260618107650097?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/7431260618107650097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=7431260618107650097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/7431260618107650097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/7431260618107650097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-chemical-romance-famous-last-words.html' title='My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words'/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-5380797287293933614</id><published>2007-04-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:48:31.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the oxymoronic nature of the sentences, and how the words show contrast to each other and yet made such sense. And above all, how we always lament/wonder about the 'ifs' in life, but fail to realise it is exactly how it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If by E. E. Cummings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If freckles were lovely, and day was night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life would be delight, —&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But things couldn’t go right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For in such a sad plight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn’t be I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If earth was heaven and now was hence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And past was present, and false was true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There might be some sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’d be in suspense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For on such a pretense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn’t be you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If fear was plucky, and globes were square,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things would seem fair, —&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet they’d all despair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For if here was there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wouldn’t be we.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-5380797287293933614?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/5380797287293933614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=5380797287293933614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5380797287293933614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5380797287293933614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-like-oxymoronic-nature-of-sentences.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-5053576841006443957</id><published>2007-04-08T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:44:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beauty lies in the eye of the Lamborghini.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This Murcielago over here is just, mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;European supercars are simply first class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into cars, somebody save me!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't wish to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went vivo/habourfront/suntec today.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten this nostalgia over at habour. Suddenly those SA times came flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;How we always slack at Subway/Mac/Yoshi after Odac.&lt;br /&gt;Discussing about proposals, dry runs and just plain gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;The people I am with,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful times, no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to those times again&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-5053576841006443957?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/5053576841006443957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=5053576841006443957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5053576841006443957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/5053576841006443957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/beauty-lies-in-eye-of-lamborghini_08.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-6133207992529667233</id><published>2007-04-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:19:22.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>White Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last rose of summer rests in my palm&lt;br /&gt;Each crimsoned petal tranquil and calm&lt;br /&gt;Sweet bite of thorns drawing pin pricks of blood&lt;br /&gt;Essance of life adorning bloom from the bud&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful by a bit of me stained&lt;br /&gt;To hold it a moment longer I'm willingly drained&lt;br /&gt;Petals of white, to scarlet I lovingly turn&lt;br /&gt;To understand its beauty, I silently yurn&lt;br /&gt;Barbs of ecstacy puncture my hands&lt;br /&gt;As I try to feel more, to meet its demands&lt;br /&gt;The rose it becomes me, my body my soul&lt;br /&gt;The rose is in you, your beauty your whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-6133207992529667233?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/6133207992529667233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=6133207992529667233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/6133207992529667233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/6133207992529667233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/white-roses-last-rose-of-summer-rests.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-4041406091801078277</id><published>2007-04-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:38:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went swimming at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clementi&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aaron&lt;/span&gt; and ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heng&lt;/span&gt;. really nice sunny weather to take a dip in. kinda surprised that the pool today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; that crowded as i expected it to be. Swam like just 10 laps? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; feeling rather lazy to do serious swimming. Lazed around in the sun. Gotten this nice tan, am slight pinkish red now. Decided that swimming should be made a weekly activity in conjunction with these on off weekly badminton sessions. Therapeutic effect of the waters, leaving us relaxed, refreshed, and well, starving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; never tasted so finger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lickin&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aaron&lt;/span&gt;. He concluded that nice guys are always on the losing end. His point: Girls are always attracted to those bad guys, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ill treat&lt;/span&gt; or giving them those i-dun-give-a-damn-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;-u attitude. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt; that may be a more extreme kinda case, but his point was that girls don't feel attracted to guys who are nice/caring/concerned about them. It's beyond logical deduction of such attractions the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; 'bad' guys have on girls. But then again, love is illogical. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, interesting view point. And how about nice/bad girls? To us guys, we really don't give a damn. As long as you look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jessica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alba&lt;/span&gt;, has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;angelina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jolie's&lt;/span&gt; lips, a figure like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;scarlett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;johansson's&lt;/span&gt;, look that great in tennis skirts like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sharapova&lt;/span&gt;, well nothing else matters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alrite&lt;/span&gt; but of course, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; exactly true la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the above is just based on personal opinions/generalisations and for the last part, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;superficiality&lt;/span&gt;. Reasoning/coming to conclusions or even justifying love is entirely futile. That feeling, emotion is beyond definition. Words can only say so much. Humans are meant, and made to, experience this epitome of happiness, by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words to sum it up - nature's way. Or some would say - God's gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-4041406091801078277?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/4041406091801078277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=4041406091801078277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/4041406091801078277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/4041406091801078277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-swimming-at-clementi-with-aaron.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-8861585826489703198</id><published>2007-04-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:28:25.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those voices in your head? Talking to you all the time in the day, telling you stuff that you want to know, stuff that u choose to ignore and stuff that brings you on an emotional rollercoaster ride. Self talk; the saint, yet devil, of the soul. Recently I've come to realise something about these chitter-chatters bombarding your ears silently. Everyone has total control of these voices, but few are conscious about it. If you choose/limit/control what you are talking to yourself, you may find that the result may be unexpectedly sweet, at the very least, satisfactory. Aligning these self talks to your personal goals may even see you breaking out of whatever cycle u are trapping yourself in. I think that the trick is to maximise the potential hidden within your soul, by consciously being aware of what you are talking to yourself, and what you are hidding away from yourself. Ultimately, you are the only person in this world who knows yourself best. If you do not, then i would think some kinda identity crisis you are in. And that, my friend, signals a time to hear yourself again, carefully. The answers are all within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes time, i'm still searching for some of em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-8861585826489703198?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/8861585826489703198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=8861585826489703198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/8861585826489703198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/8861585826489703198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-those-voices-in-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-1848469256671333570</id><published>2007-04-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:54:46.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Does form follow function, or function follows form?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-1848469256671333570?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/1848469256671333570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=1848469256671333570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/1848469256671333570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/1848469256671333570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/thought-of-day-does-form-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-2484337995576472374</id><published>2007-04-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:52:59.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJkVFeQKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EnkApcco9SM/s1600-h/Zagato+Diatto+Ottovu+concept.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049208445644843394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJkVFeQKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EnkApcco9SM/s320/Zagato+Diatto+Ottovu+concept.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_image(1,70652)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zagato Diatto Ottovu concept &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Zagato has recently released an image of their show car for Geneva, the Diatto Ottovu, which resurrects the Diatto brand for two keen collectors. The succinct press release gives little away, though the image shows a car sharing much in common with the Ferrari 612 Scaglietti, suggesting a candidate for the donor vehicle. The concept also has 'eyebrows' above the wheels, rather like a Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing. Diatto is a brand that ceased production in 1923, not before having forged ties with Citroen, Maserati and Bugatti. There have been attempts at reviving the brand before - indeed in1924 it was immediately reabsorbed for the cars to continue racing, but only for another seven years. The Diatto name was reawakened in 1945 for what became a stillborn venture and in 1955 was taken over again. Last year Zagato produced the Ferrari 575GTZ for collector Yoshiyuki Hayashi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJlY1eQKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZnZBPOaOBwA/s1600-h/Bertone+Roadster+concept.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049209609580980626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJlY1eQKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZnZBPOaOBwA/s320/Bertone+Roadster+concept.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bertone Roadster concept &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Italian design house Bertone will reveal this little roadster at the Geneva Motor Show, which is based on the Fiat Panda 100HP. In concept and styling themes, much is owed to the Seat Tango concept from 2001, though the Bertone puts its two seats closer to the rear axle for more dramatic proportions. Otherwise, the most memorable feature is the light/dark graphics and the use of transparent door-panels.Further details are scant, but presuming the 1.4 liter engine is also shared with the Panda, expect the Roadster's top speed to be around 120mph, with 0-60 done in 9.5 seconds. The Bertone Roadster concept also marks the firm's 95th anniversary. Last year, Bertone revealed the Suagna concept, which used the larger Grande Punto as a platform."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJmHFeQKaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0plxj0vlBXI/s1600-h/Hyundai+HED-4+concept.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049210404149930402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJmHFeQKaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0plxj0vlBXI/s320/Hyundai+HED-4+concept.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hyundai HED-4 concept &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"4x4's have become for many shorthand for the cause of climate change, demonised as emblems of irresponsibility. To launch one that pats the environment on the back rather than stamping all over it in neutral, ergo pure, Switzerland is therefore a welcome repost to typical media hysteria. So alongside the unveiling of their new C-segment rival, the FD, Hyundai will present the latest example of their advanced vehicle research, the HED-4 concept. This is a crossover-SUV that benefits from materials developed in co-operation with GE Plastics. Designed in Germany, Hyundai also claim outstanding results in projected pedestrian safety levels. Styling-wise, the two-tone body of the sketch is split by the distinctive glass-graphic, with packaging not dissimilar to the Audi Steppenwolf concept of 2001. At any rate, let's hope the critics don't ignore the efforts some are making to counter their concerns."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.cardesignnews.com"&gt;www.cardesignnews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does the above concepts illustrates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLASSIC.DESIGN.BREAKTHROUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Awesome. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-2484337995576472374?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/2484337995576472374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=2484337995576472374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2484337995576472374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2484337995576472374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/04/zagato-diatto-ottovu-concept-zagato-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/RhJkVFeQKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EnkApcco9SM/s72-c/Zagato+Diatto+Ottovu+concept.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734342972912907523.post-2164413029717249309</id><published>2007-03-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:42:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uExWe1lm0BM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uExWe1lm0BM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3734342972912907523-2164413029717249309?l=complete-desuetude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/feeds/2164413029717249309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3734342972912907523&amp;postID=2164413029717249309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2164413029717249309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3734342972912907523/posts/default/2164413029717249309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complete-desuetude.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>mich baby, you are my one and only</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL2NUX701Os/SNkjHfF8s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/OJsq8lvLOio/S220/me+n+baby2+130908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
