<?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-18952185</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:18:31.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity - Its the way things should be...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18952185.post-3312922233199109059</id><published>2007-03-15T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:02:10.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTV Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiz5_Nvr6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Decpv4Tlec/s1600-h/HPIM0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041977591644270498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiz5_Nvr6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Decpv4Tlec/s320/HPIM0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Wenda's face and you know how great he is feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiw6PNvr0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vdl4Rn7vVRQ/s1600-h/HPIM0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041974297404354370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiw6PNvr0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vdl4Rn7vVRQ/s320/HPIM0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Chalysta fingers.. Is that the long lost Shaolin Dragon Claws &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/RfixSfNvr1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iRWYag3A0WI/s1600-h/HPIM0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041974714016182098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/RfixSfNvr1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iRWYag3A0WI/s320/HPIM0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look whos feet is that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfi0X_Nvr7I/AAAAAAAAABE/8xyEYzkAvVg/s1600-h/HPIM0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041978107040346034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfi0X_Nvr7I/AAAAAAAAABE/8xyEYzkAvVg/s320/HPIM0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tired Edwin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfixq_Nvr2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/t9Sd4xo3C3k/s1600-h/HPIM0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041975134922977122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfixq_Nvr2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/t9Sd4xo3C3k/s320/HPIM0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are always girls... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiy_vNvr5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/890oh6BMRbY/s1600-h/HPIM0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041976590916890514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiy_vNvr5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/890oh6BMRbY/s320/HPIM0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so do guys.. haaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/RfiyBfNvr3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XPjQufpV0NY/s1600-h/HPIM0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041975521470033778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1HdExv-kMQ/RfiyBfNvr3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XPjQufpV0NY/s320/HPIM0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have small eyes but great smile.. haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/18952185-3312922233199109059?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/3312922233199109059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=3312922233199109059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/3312922233199109059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/3312922233199109059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2007/03/ktv-session.html' title='KTV Session'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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/_A1HdExv-kMQ/Rfiz5_Nvr6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Decpv4Tlec/s72-c/HPIM0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18952185.post-3674307041324139530</id><published>2007-03-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:31:54.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarots..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Took this from Zam's blogspot and did the survey. Pretty interested in doing this surveys recently. Just don't why, probably they reveal the inner side of me or maybe i'm just too free to take them.. haha. Caught quite a few shows recently, all are good shows but some are rather lame but thats my views. Anyway this is the list of shows i caught for the last 2 weeks. Letter of Iwo Jima, 300, Norbit, Just Follow Law and Stomp the Yard. Interesting. I just try to push on my posts and update you guys. Just that nowadays too many things happen for me to post and there are also rather senstive issues so better not.. hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway Tarots cards, i do have a deck of them... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-3674307041324139530?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/3674307041324139530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=3674307041324139530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/3674307041324139530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/3674307041324139530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2007/03/tarots.html' title='Tarots..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-6218288794685767272</id><published>2007-03-01T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:00:55.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seduction Style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty True Huh...&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/escape_artist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-6218288794685767272?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/6218288794685767272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=6218288794685767272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/6218288794685767272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/6218288794685767272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-seduction-style.html' title='My Seduction Style...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116948002805293735</id><published>2007-01-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:33:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slimming Programme..</title><content type='html'>I want to slim down by 10kg before Chinese New Year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116948002805293735?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116948002805293735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116948002805293735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116948002805293735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116948002805293735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2007/01/slimming-programme.html' title='Slimming Programme..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116768301708007363</id><published>2007-01-01T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T04:23:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hols..</title><content type='html'>Well..it have been donkey days since i last blogged. So i decide to blogged on a new year today. I have not thought of any new year resolution yet.. probably gotta wait till CNY then i will go think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one month, i have been working under the legal department of Singapore Land Authority. It is a very small department with only 6 people. 4 lawyers, 1 PA and 1 Temp Staff which is myself. They are the in house lawyers who give advices on SLA's daily operation. Due to high sensitivity, i'm unable to disclose and blogging nowadays you should know, someone is watching you from somewhere so it better to be careful. As for myself, my job is rather simple, flipping through all the arch files or rather case files given and look for advices. These advices are normally in house advices given by our own lawyers or State Counsels from Attorney-General's Chambers. What i have to do to this advices is to read through, understand them, summarise the advices into Q&amp;A types and key into the system. You seldom see them around unless you work for the real estate firms or developers firm. For myself i keep worrying that i might not get it done well as you peeps know my english standard is not that superb. But all thanks to my immediate supervisor, a 25 yr old young lawyer. Haha.. Lots of encouragement and guiding from her.  The people there are quite friendly and chatty but also lots of undercurrent arrows shooting all about. I guess these are part and parcel of office life. No one wants to take the blame when some things goes wrong and fighting for credit when something good happens. Office Politics hahaha.. Oh if you are wondering what SLA actually do, they are actually an agency of the government responsible for the sale and acquisition of land. I'm rather happy working there cause it did really keep me busy and learning alot of things from the land law context of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, but i have been very unhappy with alot of things. People around me, things they comments be it directing to me or at others, things that is happening to me or around me and what i have been doing to myself and others. My temper seems to be out of control, i flare easily and there are instants that i feel like walking off when i hear something i dislike. But there is something pulling me back. Really feel like slapping the person but what can i do? Nothing. Yes, i am very happy that i know i have step out of the shadows of her, my thoughts have been straighten out, i know what belongs to me and what don't. I know i have been trying hard in these areas trying to get into it but it just don't work out, I definitely envy people around me who just need a flick of a fingers and have couples to choose from. Yan is right, very right. Now is the time for me to build my valuation, because i don't have dashing looks or what so valuation in knowledge and monies are just the right direction i should pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, currently i'm trying to change my image, i'm trying to shake off those decent, studious looking me. Just want to try something new, since i'm young now it the time to experience many different things. I have wasted too much time reluctance to try new things. i hope i'm walking the right path.. As the saying, "we do not know what is going to happen tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times up.. Time to sleep. i'll be back for more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116768301708007363?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116768301708007363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116768301708007363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116768301708007363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116768301708007363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-hols.html' title='My Hols..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116703683352792116</id><published>2006-12-25T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:53:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry x'mas to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116703683352792116?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116703683352792116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116703683352792116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116703683352792116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116703683352792116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116512970785393214</id><published>2006-12-03T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:08:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps..</title><content type='html'>New Office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/1600/504712/29112006006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/320/437998/29112006006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/1600/715459/27112006004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/320/237932/27112006004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Old Office at 42nd storey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/1600/398331/30112006011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/320/868048/30112006011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/1600/624534/30112006010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2527/1866/320/76241/30112006010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116512970785393214?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116512970785393214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116512970785393214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116512970785393214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116512970785393214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/12/snaps.html' title='Snaps..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116462964294437388</id><published>2006-11-27T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:14:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Elisa..</title><content type='html'>Yup.. I injured Elisa 2 days back.. I escaped with a few brusies on my arm and legs while Elisa broke her headlight cover and had several scratches on her right side of her body.. Blamed it all on me.. wasn't careful enough to take note of the Lorry in front of me and jammed my brakes and skidded. It was a decision made in split second to whether to knock into the Lorry or bring Elisa down. And the decision is simple, repair cost of Elisa is way cheaper than repair cost of Elisa plus Lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my work place around 4pm today to bring Elisa to the hospital and decided to leave her there for further treatment, will be discharging tomorrow. Well this is the first time i ever got into an accident. So sad.. another hole in the pocket.. Well lesson learnt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116462964294437388?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116462964294437388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116462964294437388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116462964294437388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116462964294437388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/poor-elisa.html' title='Poor Elisa..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116429320302826151</id><published>2006-11-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:52:41.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexia Banque Internationale a Luxembourg..</title><content type='html'>First and for all before i begin, I would like to wish Fiona a very Happy Birthday and Suet Leng for the wonderful contribution you made in Mel.. Na, really hope you like it ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as promise, i posted what i does in office. Current I'm working at Republic Plaza Level 42 as a office boy.. YES.. OFFICE BOY.. and the company is a offshore bank of Luxembourg call Dexia Banque Internationale a Luxembourg. Currently they are shifting their office to 1 Filayson Green so my job is to help them to pack, unpack, clean and sort all their office files and dump all their unwanted items, simple job cause only brute force is used and no thinking is required. Well after finishing this assignment next Thurs, i'll be changing another company at Temasek Towers with Singapore Land Authority with the legal department doing some admin stuff. Still unsure yet but kinda sian working in CBD area. Beside always seeing beautiful ladies working around, there is nothing worst then taking a crowded train, eating at a crowded place and seeing people who booked their lunching seats with all types of pocket tissues. What a culture these CBD people have. Really wonder who started it. But it just seems to be a common understanding among these people.. GOD.. I'm dead tired.. gonna wear out soon.. Time to sleep.. Good Night People..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116429320302826151?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116429320302826151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116429320302826151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116429320302826151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116429320302826151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/dexia-banque-internationale-luxembourg.html' title='Dexia Banque Internationale a Luxembourg..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116421864732034717</id><published>2006-11-23T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:04:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF..</title><content type='html'>Jus reached home after a long day at office..yeah I'm working temporary right now.. will update again as to what i do in office. Dinner with the two MAN.. and an unplanned movie or rather the planning by them. Pretty dead now. But the shower just keep me alive. By the way we caught Casino Royale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pondering on a word "IF".  I used to ask people "IF" this "IF' that and "WHY". I find it pretty interesting cause I'm able to know raftly guage or know the thinking of the person in regards to certain things and my questions. Just now while chilling at the kopitiam, Frankie popped me alot of "IF" questions. Thou he denied what was he trying to find out or probably just purely for the laughter of those questions, i deeply know what was he trying to ask. Back to "IF", now in the position of being ask "IF" questions, i can understand what emotions the other party feels when i was the questioner. So why do we ask "IF" questions  when these things are not going to happen anyway. Unless they are Worst Case Scenario (WCS) then i think they will be worth to give a though about. But somethingsi guess "IF" just confused oneself, it do not solves but adds on to the matter especially those matter that are really impossible to questions. I always belived one thing, don't know if you thinks the same as me. When you ask someone a question, you raftly have a answer in mind. You just need the someone to complete and give you confirmation to your answer and it is up to you the belive the answer provided. Sometimes or rather most of the times, your answer just don't fit the answerer's answer so be prepared and thats when "IF" comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you know me well enough, i like to plan my things and like to schedule my stuff and that me. It just keep me in focus and in direction of what i want to do. I just can't simply change myself in a matter of days thou i do agree that planning stress up a person making oneself feeling difficult. But I feel its better for me to give myself time limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i am typing right now.. will edit this post again when i have more time to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116421864732034717?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116421864732034717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116421864732034717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116421864732034717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116421864732034717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/if.html' title='IF..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116395040001635486</id><published>2006-11-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:29:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of.. Love..</title><content type='html'>爱情， 要不是得到，就是学到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If you can't catch the chinese words. Click "View" -&gt; "Encoding" -&gt; more -&gt; "Unicode" to see the chinese words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I caught this phrase somewhere, I think it pefectly suits everyone. Just something to share with you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Hao, probably i am not so suave as Andy or you when settling affairs of the hearts, I need time and the right person to move me on. It all just takes time and don't happen in a snap of finger. But still thanks for always providing me with directions which I needed them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I hope things can begin to quieten down soon, so I can start to clear up the mess and move on with my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116395040001635486?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116395040001635486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116395040001635486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116395040001635486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116395040001635486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/results-of-love.html' title='Results of.. Love..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116366969165016829</id><published>2006-11-16T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:42:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Percentage..</title><content type='html'>Saw this thing at Xiuli's blog. Something I see and I said "WOW" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small truth to make our lives 101%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if..A B C D E F G H I J K L M N OP Q R S T U V W X Y Z is equal to 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 1213 14 15 16 1718 19 20 2122 23 24 25 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwork = H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge = K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E = 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;Love = L+O+V+E=12+15+22+5 = 54%&lt;br /&gt;Luck = L+U+C+K =12+21+3+11 = 47%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really makes lives 100% is it money? ..... No&lt;br /&gt;Leadership? ...... No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every problem has a solution, only if we change our attitude/perception.. to go to the top, to that 100%. So what we really need to go further, is a good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude = A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E = 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess having the right attitude will makes you go further than you can expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116366969165016829?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116366969165016829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116366969165016829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116366969165016829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116366969165016829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/interesting-percentage.html' title='Interesting Percentage..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116362222002363324</id><published>2006-11-16T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:27:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers..</title><content type='html'>Just reach back home not long ago. Met up with Adam and Wenda at HDB Hub before we head down to Liquid at Boat Quay. When I'm not driving or riding, I guess its either I miss taking public transport or I am going to DRINK and tonight its the latter. I just feeling like drinking tonight and both of them agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquid is a KTV pub, everyone would pick a couple of songs and sing to the peak of their voice. It is very loud inside and talking to each other seems so difficult and restricted. Well it wasn't suiting for our mood then so I suggested to shift to Fisherman Village at Pasir Ris. Well the two fellows can't stop giggling at most of the songs and both of them also sing their signature song before we call it a day at Liquid. Before we actually left I saw one lady doing the merlion just right in front of me. So inconsiderate, if you are foresee yourself vomitting soon, get out of the pub and do it. And its only 2220HRS and you are drunk. I'm speechless. Both of them finished their signature songs and we left after finishing our drinks. The lady boss is HOT!!! just like Chang'e. Xian Nue Xia Fan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when we reach FV, it was playing some R&amp;amp;B and Trance music so we got them to change to chinese songs. Moods sets in, many many moments of silence among the 3 of us. Everyone is thinking of their own matters. Thou Adam was the comforter of the night, i believe he has his own problems and he was just putting a brave front. You knows, 2 person down is already bad enough let to said 3 down person together drinking. I wonder what will happen. Anyway I was staring at the stars in the sky, I counted and when I saw a dimmed shooting star that flies across my head. We chilled out till it closes and we headed to the car park where we saw a taxi uncle waiting for us. We shared a cab and headed home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the month is Lee Sheng Jie's Yan Di Xing Kong. Heard umpteen within a night and the rhythm just can't get out of my mind. Still trying to figure the morale of the song. But its just a sad song so I like it. Time to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are not happening real life. We can only realise that in our dreams. Ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116362222002363324?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116362222002363324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116362222002363324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116362222002363324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116362222002363324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheers.html' title='Cheers..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116356597025272130</id><published>2006-11-15T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:44:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Stop Analogy..</title><content type='html'>Heard from Xiuli that her friends who read her blog actually commented on my bus stop analogy. At least someone appreciated it and now I shall deduce further in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all start at a Bus Stop of Lonely and our final destination is Interchange of Happiness, many of us board n alight along the way and they are always moving a step closer to the Interchange while I'm still at bus stop waiting for the right bus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of a time, a bus came, open its door waiting for you to board, you hesitated. Seeing your hesitation and reluctance, You look at her, she look at you. Nothing happened? She closes her door and left. There maybe be buses for example, 8am in the morning during the peak hours. Everyone is trying to squeeze up the bus and you wonder if you should join the crowd. By the time you realised, the bus already left. Worst of all. Bus came, You know someone is in the queue in front of you and you jump in front of him and board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every buses that stops at your bus stop, most people I guess will be tempted to board them. Every passenger of a bus will always pray that this bus will stop at the interchange. Little do they know the engine may die or met up with accidents with another bus one day. So be prepared. Love is selfish. You gotta make a jump for it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are smart enough to understand. I may not have covered all but it should describe what you think at the initial stage of a relationship. All to summarised, you will be always thinking if it will bring you to the interchange of Happiness. Many of us are risk takers. Higher Risk = Higher Return. If you are, probably you see yourself boarding and alighting or maybe you are the minority that boards one that brings you to the interchange. As for me, I am rather a risk adverse person. I will need to stare long before I can convinced myself to board it. I don't want to be hurried up the bus. I like to take my own sweet time enjoying the ride when I am on it cause I knew that if I am being hurried up, I will hurry down soon too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116356597025272130?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116356597025272130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116356597025272130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116356597025272130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116356597025272130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/bus-stop-analogy.html' title='Bus Stop Analogy..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116339423462695031</id><published>2006-11-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:12:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation..</title><content type='html'>Probably I'm trying to hard get her out my mind and I mishandle my own feeling, its all infatuation. I don't feel as comfortable, its just like there is a distance between us. Luckily I haven goes till a level that I couldn't pull myself back and I gonna call it a stop. No more such nonsense of me anymore. I gotta work hard in my studies next semester. I think now is really not the right time for me to go all out for relationship because I know I can't give the full commitment that a normal relationship would need and I just a poor fellow who can't even feed myself lack to say givin a comfy time to another person. I really need to priortise my stuff better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny the fact that I'm very emo recently, happiness and sadness comes and goes in a snap of a finger. I guess what I used to feel comes back and it all falls back to one word 'ENVY'. I can't help but only envy other people around me. Thou people might say why envy, do something about it, don't say say. To me its just take lots of courage and responsibilities, you gotta be responsible to what your actions and what you have said if you do somethings along that line. I'm very proud and happy of my friends who can take and put down relationship easier than i thought, it maybe a very selfish thinking of me cause I never would know the internal struggle that they have went thru. But I guess they are able to get over things faster than me. Like I mention in my previous post before that I have seen lots of people around me who started as friends to lovers to breakups, patching, breakup and so on. I think best to describe what I am thinking now is this analogy, "We all start at a Bus Stop of Lonely and our final destination is Interchange of Happiness, many of us board n alight along the way and they are always moving a step closer to the Interchange while I'm still at bus stop waiting for the right bus." I know its quite lame but this is the most appropriate example I could thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I'm going to walk out of my past. I think I have been giving lots to unseen pressure on her. Really felt so bad over it. Reason for me to move on is because I guess I have really sorted out my thoughts and not because of anyone who comes by. I know its going to be difficult cause I have tried before but failed and now the will of me now is stronger than ever so I believe that I will be able to do it. I have also spoke to her about it and it was like a finale. Well I'm in a transition period now..I'm not happy neither do i am sad so please bear with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends who have guided me. advised me, accompanied me and helped me whenever i need. Really appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116339423462695031?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116339423462695031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116339423462695031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116339423462695031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116339423462695031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116313326266315804</id><published>2006-11-10T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:22:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle..</title><content type='html'>About 1115am this morning, I just sold my Elisa's Bra. Hmm quite a good buyer, no bargaining, no questions asked. By the way his name is Terence and he just said 'Yes' I like it, I will buy it from you. He reached my place and I fixed up the tank bra for him on black beauty. Felt a bit bad for him cause I actually raised the price for people to do some slashing but surprisingly he didn't which a normal forumer will. But whatever is it, Elisa will be going exposed from now on.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days after my semestral exams, I found myself gorging with food and nothing but food. I don't know if I was really hungry cause sometimes I felt I'm full but I still continued to eat. For example 2 days ago, I had two bowls wanton noodle with 6 wantons, 2 cups of tea and yesterday 2 bowls of fishball noodles, 1 cheng ding, 1 MacDonald Sundae. And yes all within 1 meal and all at wee hours. Whats the cause? hmmm too much of worms within me? or simply just a way of venting myself. I really have no idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought i could handle my feeling and emotions very well. But Adam and Wenda proves me wrong. We were at fisherman a few days back. The music they played were all sad chinese songs, it was alright at the beginning until Adam said something. He relates his situation to mine and he said, "so what if you have waited, you have done nothing. And you said you know you know but when you don't do it, it simply means you don't know." It really strikes hard into me and i starts to recall what i have done but it seems to have fogged all around me. I fought hard to control my emotions but as Adam said, I can be read like a book. And now an unconfirmed person appears infront of me. I don't know if it is going to be true, it is one sided or both ways. If you asked if I am tempted, i will be lying if I said No. But if I jumps into it now i will definitely know its unfair for her and myself. I need to know that someone better. That night I also don't know what gots into me and I just feel kind of sour when I saw them left. I think i just gotta have a better control of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116313326266315804?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116313326266315804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116313326266315804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116313326266315804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116313326266315804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/struggle.html' title='Struggle..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116296623956240801</id><published>2006-11-08T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:02:04.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First and for all I would like to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TO YUKI. HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED YOURSELF IN MELB..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peeps!!! Finally I am back again to blog again. Been really busy the past few months with my projects and exams. I have neglected a lot of my friends. For the next two months, I will be free for meet up so just call me. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reflection back these 3 months, I guess I gave myself 7/10. I know I still have a lot to give into my studies but I just can't get the main positive motivation going. Out of the 4 papers I took, I'm really terrified of getting back my Workplace Skills results. Its the only subject that I got credit for my Presentations and Group Project and I do not have the confidence I ought to have. By the way, its a language paper which is not my forte. So please include me into your prayers and pray for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beside studies I have met wonderful people in my uni. Thanks for your companion for these 3 months and I hope it will not just stop here and also I want to thanks those people who always have a positive concept of me and those who gave me the nick of Mr. Kiasu and Mr. Personality of . Really felt flattered by those thoughts and comments. He. And guys please stop making new scandals for me..Thou you guys enjoy the fun and laughter out of it but its at my expense.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 3 months, I have mastered my skills of pilloning. Thou I once told someone that I would avoid pilloning as much as possible. I think my confidence of pilloning comes from pilloning my brother because he is about 1.5 times heavier than me. Now that I almost pilloned all my family members except my dad. Personally I feel it is good to pillon them once in a while cause in a way they will be able to know how I ride and they will feel safe for me whenever I mount the bike and leaves my house. Thanks to all my uni friends for allowing me to pillon you, or rather entrusting moments of your life to me and time when I did dangerous act like squeezing the traffic. No choice gotta rush for our exams ya.. :P that's the way I feel or be it to you is just a journey of convenience. Whatever is the case, once you put your butt behind mine I will make sure you are safe. Ops does that sounds kinky? wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to fetch my mum for some praying session. I will be back with more posts asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116296623956240801?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116296623956240801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116296623956240801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116296623956240801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116296623956240801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116083795248535641</id><published>2006-10-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:07:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tui Hou MTV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MLbFrPF-xhM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very nice song and mtv.. Try look at the scene where both of them at the pier.. so sweet.. wahaha.. so natural.. yup.. time for mugging.. enjoy this mtv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this MTV: Change when you could and not when everything is too late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116083795248535641?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116083795248535641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116083795248535641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116083795248535641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116083795248535641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/10/tui-hou-mtv-it-is-very-nice-song-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-116049510492242875</id><published>2006-10-10T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:45:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog</title><content type='html'>Due to time constraint.. i couldn't blog much.. below are pictures of my RMIT classmates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Class3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Class3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-116049510492242875?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/116049510492242875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=116049510492242875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116049510492242875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/116049510492242875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115933078389322786</id><published>2006-09-27T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:47:01.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windstruck..</title><content type='html'>Recently, I just digged out a VCD which i bought before my enlistment into National Service. Title of VCD is Windstruck. I managed to watch it once more. It is never a bored flim for me to watch cause it touches me every single time. I probably won't cry over the show but i know it really touches me deep down. You may think its a normal typical love story flim but try to decipher the message within. Every show, every movie have a message that they wants to send to the audience. So it all depends if you can catch it. Anyway l I just thought maybe can introduce to people who have not watch it before and those who dislike korean flims like me. Thou i still do not really like korean flims because of the draggy part like Da Chang Jin, but maybe its because of her who makes me wants to watch and thats Jeon Ji Hyun. It is really a very nice flim compared to My Sassy Girl. Trust me. You will like it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scenes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/photo584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/photo584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115933078389322786?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115933078389322786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115933078389322786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115933078389322786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115933078389322786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/windstruck.html' title='Windstruck..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115918410229907094</id><published>2006-09-25T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:47:54.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy..</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Feeling very stressful recently due to the projects but today there was a piece of good news that actually brighten up my day beside receiving msgs or calls from someone that could cheer me. I just got back my results for Financial Customer Helping Hands, and i'm pretty happy with it cause it exceeds what I thought i would get. Hmm next will be Financial Service Industry test, I guess i probably won't fair as good as this. Anyway may whatever blesses me in the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an extra reason for me to be happy. I earned 10 bucks from Mr. Daniel Tan, my lecturer for FSI. He ask an question on FOREX about appreciation and depreciation but no one wants to answer so he uses monetary rewards which i guess it works best. I think many people down there knows the answer but just lazy or too shy to answer him. To be frank, I'm not greedy for that 10 bucks but it is a reward that motivates people. Anyway I got it right anywhere and a new nickname given. Mr 10 Dollar. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa nearly kiss the butt of a stupid black mercedes. SBM 6646 E. TMD.. If you do not how to drive or lane change. Don't get your merc on your road. We all pay road tax so don't think the whole damn road belongs to you only and you can lane change anyhow you want. Do you know i am less than a metre from kissing into you big fat butt? Check your freaking blind spot. Look at the picture below and you know what i mean. But the way it is at PIE(Jurong) and the road was jammed with vehicles. Don't know why he lane change to a lane that vehicles isn't moving at all. 1st lane don't mean you can travel fast. Haix. Lucky Elisa's brake is efficient else i won't be typing this at home le. Hee.. Cheers Elisa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dear SIM friends, do not worry about the grades. We will do better in the Final Semstral Examination :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115918410229907094?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115918410229907094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115918410229907094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115918410229907094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115918410229907094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy.html' title='Happy..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115904029844651266</id><published>2006-09-24T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:43:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy..</title><content type='html'>As a rider, I hate months like oct, nov and dec. Why? I think the answer is pretty obvious. It is the rainy season or rather the monsoon period in Singapore. Chances of being caught in unexpected rain is raise by 200%. I just finished watching my Man Utd vs Reading match which end up in a 1-1 draw. On my way back, I already feeling a bit of drizzle nevertheless, I carry on riding until the road along Bishan where there was no shelter and it began to rain heavily. I do have my rain gear in my bike but it was like a sudden pour so even if i manage to take out, i'll be totally wet. Never ever did i tried riding at 2am when it was pouring so heavy, It was so cold that i starts to tremble and worst of all I didn't bring my keys out with me. So eventually I have wait for someone to let me gain entry into my house. DRENCHED. and I'm sitting at the pavillion waiting for my saviour. The usual me all thoughts ran through me once again. I reflected what i have done to myself and to other and what i wanted to do yet not achieved. It makes me felt so useless when i can't get them even out straight. I starts to have doubts in my leadership skills. I think SAF is right making me a Man and not a Commander. Just like the land is raining. It is also raining within me. Finally lights were 'on' in my house, my dad is awake and i'm in my house after a 1 hour wait. Its about 3.15am now. Time to sleep. Roger out folks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115904029844651266?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115904029844651266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115904029844651266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115904029844651266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115904029844651266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/rainy.html' title='Rainy..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115894625795797265</id><published>2006-09-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:17:44.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless..</title><content type='html'>He commented that I am nice guy and my weak point is being too nice to everyone. He is not the first person to say so. I starts to wonder.. am i really that good? What is wrong being so nice to everyone? Isn't it the saying goes "Be truthful to everyone" I don't expect everyone to be nice to me when i am nice to them or when i does anything for them, what i hope is as long as i see it is worthwhile and most importantly it is appreciated, thats more than enough. What he was trying to tell me was that being too nice will always be bullied and taken advantage of. I think i probably have to agree cause i already sensing a GOOD FREN of mine in my group taking my freaking advantage. That really sadden me. Anyway now I realise why my own brother is always so protective of me since young for obvious reasons. I really appreciated all the actions/things you have done. Thanks Kor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here.. too much things happened for me to diggest and to react.. haiiizzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Few days back, I have actually ask someone a few questions that i kind of waited for long.. I guess it supposed to be some simple question but too me i guess it something difficult to voice out. Thou the replies was rather simple. Its more than enough to me and the replies goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no.. hmm..shld b.. i dunno.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to be the one. I just do not know how to put it to you again when I have already failed once. I meant what i have told you and i know you'll be smart enough to catch it. Yup. Just leave it as it is ba. I also do not know what else i could do except to get good grades and thats my only drive to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115894625795797265?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115894625795797265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115894625795797265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115894625795797265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115894625795797265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/speechless.html' title='Speechless..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115876195182611578</id><published>2006-09-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:21:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and Drained out...</title><content type='html'>Dear friends, I gotta apologise for my recent behavior. I'm having extreme mood swings and foul moods most of the time. If I have happened to offend you guys in any way or things that I have said. I'm sorry. Really being taxed by all the project deadline and presentes that are around the corners. I greatly understand that they are not a good excuse but they are the only reason for my causes. Cause you guys know that I'm not an easily agitated person. Hope the well tempered me will be back soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115876195182611578?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115876195182611578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115876195182611578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115876195182611578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115876195182611578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/stress-and-drained-out.html' title='Stress and Drained out...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115847223432025859</id><published>2006-09-17T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:22:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..</title><content type='html'>Just happened to catch this phrase on TV and it coincides with the title of my blog, "Simplicity - Its the way things should be.." thats why I decide to put it in. It sets me pondering if I'm really people of this sorts and the answer is 'Yes'. Are you one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Some things are meant to be simple, its is always the case that we think too much into it and it became complicated.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have been wondering whats love.. there is a link below for your referencing.. got to know this from a friend of mine. Found its quite interesting. There you goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/love.htm"&gt;http://science.howstuffworks.com/love.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115847223432025859?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115847223432025859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115847223432025859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115847223432025859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115847223432025859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='Love..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115832400816552385</id><published>2006-09-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:24:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport..</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since i took any public transport about a fews months cause i have been also relying on Elisa on my transportation to school. Actually i intended to ride to school despite heavy rain. But after advice from my dad and a "fishtail" changed my mind. I actually "fishtailed" while i was negotiating a left turn. Wheww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its been a long time since i took any public transport, was kind of blur when i actually entered Braddell MRT station. I went into the Northbound train platform instead of the Southbound one. Damn.. was so malu. Lucky i got the rest right till school. Saw Jeff, Jeniffer, Leon and Rayner at the bus stop after school and i found out they taking 74 also. But when i saw 52, i remember someone told me that would bring me to Bishan which is a easier way for me home. Bus 52 was quite empty, not as packed as 74. Probably towards the end of the year when rainy days set in, I will be taking 52 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of good news today. First, i got my ORD posting. Was posted back to SAFPU RHL which is Singapore Armed Forces Provost Unit Reserve Holding List. It simply means something. NO more In-Camp Training for me. I only gotta take my IPPT and my window is next year so for the next 9 months.. I can TRY to work out abit. But i think i have a hard time maintaining myself. I'm ballooning at a horrible speed. Just 2 months i gained 3kg.. OMG.. and my pull-ups from 10 drops to 3.. I am in dead meat. OHH someone please help me.. The second news is about my specialist back at SAFPU. 2SG Thomas Tan is getting married. If i'm not wrong 1SG Jack Mok is also getting married at the end of the year. Congrats to you guys. I'm sorry Sgt Thomas, due to my exams, i couldn't attend your dinner. Yup but still blessing to you two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115832400816552385?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115832400816552385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115832400816552385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115832400816552385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115832400816552385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/public-transport.html' title='Public Transport..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115810567058228734</id><published>2006-09-13T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:18:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum at Wen Dou Sek...</title><content type='html'>Been quite sometime since i lasted went to Wen Dou Sek for their Dim Sum. Met up with my uni friends Adam, Frankie, Hwa Ee, Mark and Yong Quan for supper. It was about 12am plus when we actually got the idea and met Frankie at his place and head of to Wen Dou Sek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Quan ordered quite a few dishes. It seems alot. But i guess it didn't make me full. But as i'm currently trying to shed off the fats on me. I didn't ordered anymore. Its very sweet of them to actually offset my share of the bill. Thanks guys.. Well after that we shifted our place to Kallang MacDonalds because they can't smoke at Wen Dou Sek. Again chill out, talk from Jesus Christ to Ah Chans. Anything under the moon. As usual, gossips of everyone in class whom we can thought of. Haa thanks Frankie for your Mr Personality, felt flattered about it. Yeah its our first informal class gathering, I'm sure there will be more to come. Its 7.30am and i just reach home. No class for today. Gonna get some sleep and wake up and get some accounting project balance. Ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_1687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food we ordered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_1690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance of the night.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R: Mark, Adam, Frankie, Hwa Ee, Me, Yong Quan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115810567058228734?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115810567058228734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115810567058228734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115810567058228734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115810567058228734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/dim-sum-at-wen-dou-sek.html' title='Dim Sum at Wen Dou Sek...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115806736582727413</id><published>2006-09-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:00:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Undergrad..</title><content type='html'>Finally after 2 tests. I start to feel the pressure is up. Project deadlines are around the corner. Its time for us to buckle up and brave through them. Let me count i got about 4 big projects and 1 major presentation coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a undergraduate is quite similar to being a poly student, except that there is no tuts and the course of study and materials are much more difficult to understand. Not because of difficulty of the modules but the words they used. So much of bombastic words to describe a single thing. Is there such a need? Hmmm being in SIM i guess, everything is on your own, you gotta plan you own time well and handle your own stuff. No one will care whether you listen or you understand. There is only two conclusion at the end of each lecture and it is either you understand or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share something which my OGL told me before. If you wanna skip lectures, think thrice. If you know your mathematic well enough, you will know that each lecture actually cost you about 100 bucks. So next time don't just drink plain water. Finish up the bucket of coffee, tea and the food.. Haaa...Make you money worth every single cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if you do drive and if your parking sucks. check this out &lt;a href="http://parkingidiots.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://parkingidiots.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115806736582727413?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115806736582727413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115806736582727413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115806736582727413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115806736582727413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-as-undergrad.html' title='Life as a Undergrad..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115806063417820778</id><published>2006-09-05T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:24:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a Rider..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Riding4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Riding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself on SAFPU Bike aka Honda CBX750&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/18052006013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/18052006013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal SAFPU Bike 17 and Helmet 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/13062006034.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/13062006034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous bike Kawasaki KRR 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/Elisa.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/Elisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa without her tank bra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/12092006063.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/12092006063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa with her brand new tank bra..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115806063417820778?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115806063417820778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115806063417820778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115806063417820778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115806063417820778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-rider.html' title='Once a Rider..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115802735684706102</id><published>2006-09-01T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:15:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brothers..</title><content type='html'>This post is actually dedicated to my two great friends of mine. And if you know me well, they are Andy and Hao.  I really want to thank them for these 8 years, they have been with me through my ups and downs in my path towards my adulthood. I really appreciated the efforts of you guys maintaining our brotherhood. Fear not that i will always do my part. And no matter what happened or what went wrong.. either one of us will not ditch either of you. Trust me.. this friendship is not a short nor long one. Its gonna be a lifelong. I already feeling the blood of you guys running in me. Remember at ST salon, how the hairdresser ask if we brothers. It really amazed me cause we don't look alike yet they still ask.. Hmm.. I guess there must be something that triggered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. to other ladies who i didn't acknowledge here, you know who you are. You dudettes never failed to shower me with lots of care, concern, support or whatsoever when i need them most. Be it you are near or far, I felt all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll not say forever but as long as i do.. i will put in my utmost effort..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115802735684706102?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115802735684706102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115802735684706102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115802735684706102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115802735684706102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-brothers.html' title='My Brothers..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115802618539168466</id><published>2006-08-28T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:22:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Melbourne Trip..</title><content type='html'>Below are pictures that i took back in Melbourne. Some memories that i wanted to share with you guys. Enjoy.. I'm not a camwhore or camgigg so the pictures may not be up to the quality.. They are purely the orginal me without any photoshop editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Aug 06 - 27-Aug 06&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Glen Weaverly, England Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Eza at South Yarra River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona trying to get some artistic shots of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krispy Kremes.. My nightmare.. It taste so sweet that na and me took 3-5 days to finish it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Philip Island.. Amazed by the number of seagulls flying around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful shot by na.. Captures the beauty of P.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando.. haha I like the way it taste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 standing and 1 collapse Apostles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pose with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koala Bear in their santuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, Adrian, me, Yuki and Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house that looks like a Grand Piano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another house.. so envy with those scenary they get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first stop after a three hour drive to Great Ocean Road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0015%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0015%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Pizza at Max Brenner.. sth u dun get in Sg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Victoria Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian kids are really creative..Duh.. I will give my son some spanking if he does that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/HPIM0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/HPIM0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see clouds in this views.. its just so facinating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/HPIM0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/HPIM0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise at Adelaide International Airport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/1600/HPIM0647%282%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/200/HPIM0647%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in Arms..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115802618539168466?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115802618539168466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115802618539168466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115802618539168466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115802618539168466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-melbourne-trip.html' title='My Melbourne Trip..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-115798095150126693</id><published>2006-08-22T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T09:22:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past 6 Months</title><content type='html'>Well first.. i would like to apologise to everyone who has been reading my blog for my sudden closure of it. But after some consideration i decided to bring it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pass six month, i would say lots of things have happened, be it on me or around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Jul 13 2006&lt;br /&gt;I sold my bike (Kawasaki KRR150) away and got myself a second hand CB400 (Super 4 Spec III). I named her Elisa. Don't know why. Probably because i like that name? She is a black beauty with a sharp butt. I love her butt best. Don't get me wrong, you gotta see it yourself and you know what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jul 17, my first virgin alone flight trip.&lt;br /&gt;I departed Singapore to Melbourne, Australia. Well being planning the trip for quite sometime. 2 reason for travelling there. One is to visit Fiona, second is to relax and give myself some reward for serving the Biggest Organisation in Singapore, SAF. On my flight there, it was not a direct flight therefore i made a transit at Adelaide Airport. It took me about 10 Hrs before i reach Melbourne. Lots of thoughts gone through my mind. I started to wonder what if i had travelled together with Fiona and what if i couldn't make it to Melbourne.. lots of what if.. i think thats me when i am alone.. these thoughts simply just filled my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall let the pics do the talking in my next post. Fiona was indeed a wonderful host. She brought me around Melbourne despite her hectic uni schedule. Really appreciated it. I met Eza there and also 3 siao kias. Pardon me for saying so. But once you know them, you would put up both your hands and legs to agree with me. Yup i am talking about you guys. Yuki, Reagan and Adrian Kok. Haaa. I'll try to get my piggy fed every now and then so next year i can join you all for skiing at Mt Buller or probably we can try go Mt BawBaw. haha. My 10 days there is simply splendid. It was a worthwhile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uni life starts on 31 Jul. I am doing Econs and Finance, hope i have really make this choice of mine correct. i guess it all started with my orientation group. Nigel was the first person to approach me beside Michelle Ang whom i actually knew back in 2000 when we were doing CI course at TRACOM. Till now, i guess i knew probably half of the lecture theatre, i guess its not my amicabilty but because of my group mates and co. They are rowdy, disastrous, noisy and most importantly they are a group of fun loving guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at first when we are allocated groups. Our only guys group was kind of a bit of impact to everyone of us. Cause everyone just wanna have some ladies in their group. But i guess what really came in was the presentation for WPS. It was a last min assignment. For us to present in 3 Days and its weightage is 25%. We were into serious business and we all get the stuff done with a night on msn conference. Quoting what Yong Quan said, an all guys group will not have any flirting going about, when we meet its all about project. So eventually i think we are among the first few groups to finish the presentation. It was a big success, everyone of us deserve the credit and that brought us a step closer together. The bond was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all.. i shall continue again in my next post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-115798095150126693?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/115798095150126693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=115798095150126693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115798095150126693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/115798095150126693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/08/past-6-months.html' title='Past 6 Months'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-114212971271163253</id><published>2006-03-12T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:35:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life has become so monotonous that i couldn't even imagine. I am just so different from everyone around me. Everything is just so unfair. I couldn't even laugh at a comedy show anymore. What is wrong with everything? WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-114212971271163253?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/114212971271163253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=114212971271163253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/114212971271163253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/114212971271163253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life.html' title='My Life...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113990196482647449</id><published>2006-02-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:26:46.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>14 February 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines day to you, Dudes and Dudettes out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm just like a breakdown kettle, always never get them boiled..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113990196482647449?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113990196482647449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113990196482647449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113990196482647449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113990196482647449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113739640205838375</id><published>2006-01-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:24:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows you best..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back camp yesterday night alone.. Jack wanted to go back the following day so i end up alone in the 10man bunk of mine. My bike was at Planet motors for servicing so i took train back. I guess it been a long time since i last took a train back. It's about 10 plus and it's still crowded with people rushing home after a days of shopping downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just something to share. Have you guys ever thought about this issue? Who knows you best? Here i mean in terms your habits, your thinking, your dreams and everything about you. My mind will jus run wild like a unleash animal yesterday night so was thinking about this when i was alone. Anyway have you thought about this before, be it you friends, your buds, your gf/bf, your wife/husband or your family members. Think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life do we really need someone who really understand us and know us inside out? I think its a yes but how many can? or rather is there really one? Are you someone who's character and habits, mindsets easily captured or you are someone who is unpredictable? Err, I'm not trying to spark any conflicts between you and the person you are relating this issue to but maybe just treat it as something you can ponder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should start one and share mine. Thinking back, I don't know whether i really have one.. or maybe there is one out there which i do not know. Mmm I do consider myself as someone amicable but definitely an introvert to someone i hardly knows and an extrovert to someone i knows for quite sometimes. I do have lots of friends since young but most of them i guess maybe are just passerby of my life or maybe sometimes its me who start building walls between me and them. Its just too hard to maintain them. But glad to say, i do have a handful of them whom I grant entry to, you know who you are. Practically none of them have really captured me totally. Yes, some did but i would say just partially, they know what i like to eat, wat i dislike to eat, my character but they failed to captured the other side of me. It sound saddening but I guess probably it is how i project myself to everyone and i never project the other side of me. Is this the characteristic of a Gemini? Maybe? I don't know. Err, I'm not trying to say that my friends who are around me don't understand me just that that don't understand another side of me, at least they managed to capture one side or me, do you? But anyway on the other side, I failed to captured them too, i'm refering to anyone who comes in and out of my life to. I failed to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are thinking right now who are you, why they need to know so much about you? Come on.. don't you ever wish someone could understand you inside out? If you don't, maybe you are someone who don't belong to this great planet, Earth. If you disagree, pls tag. I would like to make friend with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i got lots to say but i'm going to collect my bikes now. Haa.. i guess i prefer to blog this type of inspiration stuff more than just blogging about what i do and where i goes. Lastly I'm sorry, i didn't meant to sound so serious.. But i jus feel its just something that maybe all of us should pause awhile and reflect on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. I've lost my way.. my way to..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113739640205838375?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113739640205838375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113739640205838375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113739640205838375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113739640205838375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-knows-you-best.html' title='Who Knows you best..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113723136244758813</id><published>2006-01-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:43:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs..</title><content type='html'>Its been sometime maybe 2 weeks since i last blogged. I mean public blogging. Actuali did blogged but just save them as draft. Sometimes somethings i think its rather to be kept within myself. Blogs afterall is a place i think for people to shares their thoughts and their well being and interesting stuff with their fellow friends out there.. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunar New Year is already around the corner. As usual I already went down to Chinatown with my usual khakis to look aound. But before we could land ourselves at the streets walking through the stalls, we ended up at the hawker centre. Actually its was me who wants to eat cause i miss the "ER GU SESAME PASTE". Its the best i ever had, the paste was thick and you don't find the taste of H20. But too bad its closed on that particular day. Tough luck. Instead of just having some small deserts and stuff, we ordered a spread of food just enough to filled the whole table, if i didn't remember wrongly, got yamcake, chee cheong fun, fried dumplings, cha siew bao, chicken rice, carrot cake, fried oyster egg and crab noodles. Yup thats the list we order and just for 3 guys and 2 ladies. haaa.. its so filling and we have the sense of achievement. if i'm not wrong, its been a long time since we ever ate, as if there were no tommorow. Thereafter we just head out to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou its said to be the bigger new year market ever but i think its the usual stuff they usually sell. Only one or two things that i spotted which was quite unique. Imagine those chocolate fondue that you have at Haggen Daz or Anderson Ice Creams. Yes and they are selling there, one stick with 3 slices of strawberries dipped into the yummilicious chocolate fountain. As you walked nearer, i guess you be attracted to the aroma of the chocolate. Ohh ya.. it don't come cheap too, guess it cost about 2 bucks for a stick. Hao was rather pissed off that day too because its raining that particular day and some inconsiderate idiots just opened their umbrellas right at his face and splashed the rain on him and just walked off as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the second time i sat D's new Fiat. Its really spacious and the pick up was rather fast. Haa.. suddenly got the urge to get something similiar too as these vehicles are damn cheap now and disel powered engines make them more worth the cost thou the maintainence fee might slightly be higher but haa.. what i earn now thou is way above my comfort zone but definitely with a car, i'll will be way below my comfort zone. Was talking to HZ regarding the Fiat. Mmmm she says sth like a fetching a babe is definitely better with a car or with a bike than a van.. in a way i think she trying to say with a bike or a car.. chances of getting a babe will be easier.. is that really so? do you guys think so too? It just sets me thinking sometimes.. well Fifi is here.. gonna go play with him now.. by the way Fifi is my bro-in-law's dog, he's out of town so just left the dog in my sis's care. yup.. be updating soon i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. I'm drifting.. drifting further and further from...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113723136244758813?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113723136244758813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113723136244758813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113723136244758813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113723136244758813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogs.html' title='Blogs..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113612684617886856</id><published>2006-01-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:54:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 2006..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all, to everyone who has been reading my blog or whoever have just started reading them, I would like to wish all of you 'A Happy New Year, may this upcoming year a happier, wonderful, a year of blessing and good health'. Hmmm waiting for time to come to meet D and Hao for movie and supper later. Yup it will be as usual, the 5 of us and we will be watching 'Wallace &amp; Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit'. I don't have any freaking idea what that show will be but D says its a cartoon, being the usual me i'm fine with anything. I just enjoy their companionship. I hope they too cause sometimes i just feel like a big headed blub in between them. Big headed blub was what my mum always say about me when i were to go out with them. Anyway got sometime so i just blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone must have enjoyed their own celebration to usher in 2006. How i wish i could have my own way of celebration somewhere. Indeed maybe i have mine in someway, i was on DUTY at Grand Hyatt Hotel. Was there not covering the security of Minister of Def or Chief of Navy but was there to conduct Breathaylser test for those navy guys partying there. Reached GHH at about 2140hrs. Security was rather tight, Cisco officers and security staff was at the entrance conducting checks before going in. Those people who wants to get in will have to present the invitation card. For me since i don't have i thought using my Military Police pass would allow me to gain entry but darn.. I was refused even i identify myself as Military Police so i just wait like a idiot at the entrance waiting for Sgt Pok to fetch me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Shawn and Peiyee on Msn yesterday, very glad they are doing very well. Kinda eager to see Peiyee in her braces too. Haa.. Shawn ask me a question which actually i didn't know what to answer him. He asked 'so what is you new year resolution?' I just answered 'processing' and he asked me 'why ur NY resolution is not to get a GF?' hmmm thanks shawn. Thanks for your concern ya.. heee.. my friends who are also quite concerned about this issue, my answer is well its really not up to me whether i could get a gf. Yes i admit that I may be always yearning for one but sometimes "xian mu jiu hao, bie xiang tai duo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm so used to my life now and i don't know whether a change will be good or bad. I think i'm also not a very good cut to be in relationships also. hmm just let nature takes the course ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i have never ever considered carefully about what is my new year resolution this coming year. What is exactly a New Year Resolution? Is it a plan, goals or wishes for the upcoming year? I do have New Year Resolutions for the past years but none of them actually comes through. Maybe i just didn't work to hard to achieve them ba or i just didn't take them too seriously. Well time to go. I will try to think hard what my new year resolutions is and maybe i'll try to blog them on the next post. If not then i shall just keep to myself. Heee.. yup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113612684617886856?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113612684617886856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113612684617886856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113612684617886856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113612684617886856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-day-of-2006.html' title='First Day of 2006..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113601810217140554</id><published>2005-12-31T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:14:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well nothing particular about why i post this two songs' lyrics, not special reasons, no nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But this two song just caught my attention and i think they are great songs so just share with you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Goodbye My Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113601810217140554?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113601810217140554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113601810217140554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113601810217140554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113601810217140554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-music.html' title='Good Music..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113560258368769894</id><published>2005-12-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:16:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chen Han Yun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, that is my new baby cousin's name and if written in chinese it will be 陈涵韵. Don't know if she will get a christian name but her chinese name already sound nice le. Yup, she was born 11 days ago on the 15 Dec. Just went to see her this afternoon and also my aunt, Ah Kuan. The little girl is so cute and chubby, got to carry her around and play with her. Its been a long time since i last carry any infant so i was pretty excited haha, but still manage to get the hang of it. But as you know they are quite fragile so i kinda worry that i might hurt her or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering how to play with such a young infant right? When i tickled her chin, something like "Ah gagegegagagag" she will stick her tongue out at me and look at me so in a very innocence manner that will just melted you. Well i guess being a babies now are so good, they are drink breastmilks compare to us last time when we are made to drink stuff like Nespray(thats was what i use to drink) or any other XXX brands. Reports have actually proven that breastmilk actually contain more nutrient and vitamins that are needed by the babies. Haa.. i wonder... if i'm of the age of my uncles and aunts, finacially capable and with a great wife and a couple wonderful kids running around me, isn't that wonderful? Can you picture that image? Yeah that right. Well still a distance for me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, went over to my grandaunt's place(Ah Kuan's mum) and saw two French Bulldogs. One cool man, having 2 dogs under one roof. One is Bax(male) and another SaSha(female). Bax is brown in color with a while collar while SaSha is majority white in color with black patches, she just look like some New Zealand milk cows. Haa.. Got to see a male Laborador name Lucky. He is their neighbour dog. Big and so huggable. Anyway Laboradors are not allow in HDBs and they actually get to keep one. Hmmm something to learn. Got to take two pics on Bax and Sasha, will try to post them if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haiz.. hasn't been driving smoothing recently.Went up the kerb numerous times while negotiating some sharp turns. Luckily its my car not my bike or else i think i will be kissing one of the barricades or the tree along the roads. Hmmm don't know whats wrong with me. Guess i should stop driving or riding for the time being whenever possible. Mmmm, Christmas is over, a new year is coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113560258368769894?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113560258368769894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113560258368769894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113560258368769894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113560258368769894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/chen-han-yun.html' title='Chen Han Yun..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113540994537006782</id><published>2005-12-24T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:39:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jus wanna wish everyone who knows me, around me and reading this  A Very Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year.. Yup.. God Bless You Guys out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113540994537006782?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113540994537006782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113540994537006782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113540994537006782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113540994537006782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/jus.html' title='Jus..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113464803966669723</id><published>2005-12-15T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:53:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Police Fine Result...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah... Finally received the long waited acknowledgement reply.. It says that i may ignored the Traffic Offence Notice and they will inform me about the outcome in due course. Hopefully they can removed the 4 demerit points else i'll be just left with 8 points man. God Bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yesterday was being pranked back by Hanrong and Jackie, damn the 2 barggers. In the morning, i played a prank on them cause they didn't go for the life run and i told them that 2WO Rosman wants to see those who didn't go run. Haha.. My acting i think Hollywood standards, they believed me and i bet their ball shrinks at that moment, its till the later time that i told them the truth. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sad.. It was my turn later at night when i was being pranked back. We went to play DOTA at Bukit Timah plaza at night after their persuasion cause sometimes i think its a waste of money cause we have it at home, why waste the money to play at LAN shop but well its being a long time since i played so just eng siew them. Yup so on the way back, I saw 1 White x9 bypassing me, it a very eye catching. Hehe.. but to be frank, it is the lady pillion that i was looking. As I was looking, i turned my head back and i saw myself in the centre of the junction with red light above me. (Hey Han and Jac, I admit AT THAT MOMENT, my balls really shrink sia, can't afford to lose any more points) Pretty worried don't know whether there is any red light camera behind me cause i didn't see the flash as i was stunt when i saw my position in the junction. So they start playing prank on me telling me that i was being captured and stuff. I was damn nervous and knowing i already got 4 demerit points on hand and they play these prank on me. But they admitted later that they didn't see any red light cameras or flashes. Hopefully what they say is true, else i can just kiss goodbyes to my class 2B and class 3 licenses and also my conversion. Yup.. Pls guys, try to play pranks on other stuff, i can't take this type of pranks.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Read the papers about one 20 year old NSF being hacked on the head by 2 robber at JB recently. Well, i think first he is too helpful and second he is just too stupid, this is what i can describe about this fellow. Fancy because he refused to give up RM$20 in his wallet and end up being hacked by a parang. Vincinity of the incident was at Jalan Wong Ah Fook's Shell, a place famous of Singaporeans, even so still can happen such things. Is Malaysia getting too dangerous for SIngaporeans to go? or should those guys sitting at the top of UMNO do something about it and make it safer for Singaporeans to go? Guess in the meantime, i shouldn't be going in as often, just pay a few dollars more for sg petrols and also make my mum less worried.. yup.. Ciaos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113464803966669723?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113464803966669723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113464803966669723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113464803966669723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113464803966669723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/traffic-police-fine-result.html' title='Traffic Police Fine Result...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113447193491974342</id><published>2005-12-13T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:35:53.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB Trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been to JB the first time using Public Transport with Frankie, Frankie's gf and Jack over the weekend, not a bad experience thou. We took 170 from Singapore Customs to JB customs and we started our shopping spree at City Square. Alot of things to buy but the prices are rather competitive. Jack got one Levis jeans at only RM$75, thats darn cheap thou it second hand process which we not too sure what is that. Only got to get one T-shirt at Bum Equipment, one cataput(will try to post the pic) and lots of tibits for my bro back home. Cataput was something i play with when was young, trying to shoot down birds on the trees.. hehehe...well after we just went to Holiday Inn Plaza to shop.. but nothing much down there.. only remember Jack bought a Ginseng Chrysanthemum that taste salty and funny there. We end our trip at Taman Sentosa Market eating seafood.. Yummy.. ate quite lots of stuff.. but only rem their Zhao Pai Toufu.. Damn nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Met up with Fiona yesterday too.. Its been a long time since i went out with her alone. Well have so much things to talk about. Time is always too short for us. Have dinner at machè and deserts at BakersInn at one Fullerton.. haaa.. Someone ask me if i'm going to miss her when she goes to Australia. I think the answer is obviously, i definitely do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yup.. dinner soon.. gtg.. updates comes up again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113447193491974342?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113447193491974342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113447193491974342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113447193491974342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113447193491974342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/jb-trip.html' title='JB Trip..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113413577665179784</id><published>2005-12-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:36:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission JC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been busy with OCS Commissioning with Presidential Escort(P.E.) this week. Yes, you are right, will be escorting His Excellency, S R Nathan.. usually will get quite excited and nervous about this kind of events but feel so numb this time round. Just hope that the time we spend, we get what we deserved and has worked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This morning after GSOC Duties, we came to a conclusion whether to move Jason stuff out of our bunk and we are in for it, reason being not that he owed us money or what, just that he is too untidy. Can you imagine my bedsheet is white and his is yellow with stains on it(as for what stains... use your wonderful imagination ba). Once i borrowed his jeans to wear, thou its quite big, a 34 waist for my 29 but thats not the main issued, the moment i tuck my hands into the pockets, i found cigarette butts in it not one but a few of them. How can that be, his pockets are ash tray? Oh My God.. Anyway he is on leave since Tuesday so this week is super long for him, usually we will definately bring our stuff home to wash but not him, we found socks under his bed, uniforms, civilian clothing and cigarette butts in his cupboard and i even saw one undergarment in it, just curious if it is a soiled one or a clean one. We stuff his things into his cupboard and shifted to another bunk and in a fast 15 minutes we conquered Mission JC (Jason's Cupboard) with the help of the 6 machos.. To be frank.. haha.. its been a long time since we work hand in hand to complete something.. Job Well Done Guys..Wondering what will happen if he comes back and discovered that all his things are being shifted.. Just hopes that he learn his lesson.. To Be Clean and Neat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mmm Uncle Wilfred (My Ex Attachement Boss) called me today while i was in SAFTI MI rehearsing for the P.E. He offer me a part time web design job. Haha was kinda surprise.. with my skills? Haha anyway think more or less will be helping him on it. Cause he said that it is quite easy. Well weekends to me are the same as weekdays... not much different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just craving for some Waffle Ice Cream so just msg someone but haiii.. no replies... :( Anyway will be going in to Johore Bahru with my bunk mates to shop and dine this sunday but not with our bikes but will be taking buses in.. well time to be ROBERTS for the taxi uncles there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway ciaos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113413577665179784?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113413577665179784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113413577665179784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113413577665179784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113413577665179784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/mission-jc.html' title='Mission JC'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113353029315178737</id><published>2005-12-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:36:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts... Thoughts... Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Its been a week of thoughts.. alot of things are running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking if it is wise for me to pursue the degree in Economic and Finance. Its something i am somehow interested in but i have only very superfical knowledge on them. Always heard about how tough was economics and how they usually fared for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What really set me struggling was, "Do i really gonna work in this field?", "Are there any other alternatives?". Seriously i have really no idea, no one around me really took this degree nor could explain to me in depth. I'm not really sure if i really want to work in this field and but something for sure is i do not want to remain in computering field. It requires constant learning and catching up with the technology and the trend in computer world, and once you master this you will have to set foot on another new technology introduced to the market. You will be forever learning and lagging behind. That is why i'm reluctant to be back in the computering field. As to justify for why i choose Economics and Finance, i've read thru the modules taught and comparing, Economics and Finance is more indepth and at least you know that you are in this field. Compared to the diploma which i previously took, the latter was so superfical and you &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;are just hanging somewhere there confusing about which field are you exactly in. Whatever is it, I'm really lost and still contemplating over if i should take this degree.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyone with great ideas and solutions, please enlighten me and i said please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113353029315178737?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113353029315178737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113353029315178737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113353029315178737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113353029315178737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/thoughts-thoughts-thoughts.html' title='Thoughts... Thoughts... Thoughts...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113395518727417570</id><published>2005-12-06T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:38:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Police Fine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Darn... Been fine $130 and 4 demerit points for stoping at road shoulder of an expressway... thanks to the new Subaru Expressway Patrol Car SPF have newly aquired. Just appealed for it so still waiting for results.. Haiisz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113395518727417570?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113395518727417570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113395518727417570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113395518727417570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113395518727417570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/12/traffic-police-fine.html' title='Traffic Police Fine..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113353231756059801</id><published>2005-11-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:37:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years of Singlehood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Relationship.. it really sets me thinking what exactly is relationship. I think i have never every understand what is it really is. To date, i've offically been single for 6 years.. What have i been doing this 6 years... I have really no idea..Spending 6 years getting know someone whom in the end i still couldn't figure out? Spending years waiting for someone whom i shouldn't have waited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To e person i've waited,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe everything that happened are fated... Thanks for everything that you have done and every memories and moments that we have shared. i've really learnt alot from you..i'll always remember you. Take care :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seen alot these years, friends around me getting attached... getting attached and dettached.. and also attaching and dettaching for tens of times.. What is Love exactly to them? Sometimes i wonder why they could just easily burst out the sentence, "Lets break up". Don't they know that this sentence commands lots of emotions behind it. Once you said it, there will always be a mark in the relationship. Should they loved each other so much before, why are they giving up so easily? Why are they taking it so lightly? Have they ever consider carefully before the committments or rather its just the moment of eagerness to be with one and another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you be with someone who is attached? A friend of mine did, he actually willingly to be with her despite she is attached. Its just so dumb. For me, its definitely a clear "No No". So what if you won the lady/guy over. What does that show? You Won? I think actually you lose... you never know when she/he will be leaving you for another guy/lady whom she/he think is better than you. You are just living in fear. Will you pick a lady/guy along Orchard Road or in clubs? Some of my so called friends loved it so much.. though sometimes its that they are the ones being picked, i'm not sure why but they always seems to be enjoying it. For the thrill? For that they are proven handsome or pretty when they successfully pick someone or being picked? Whats the real aim behind it? i've been really curious about those who ask the ladies for number and eventually when they called up.. what do they really talked about? If they moved on further into a relationship, will there be fear that she/he will be picked or be picking other? Has anyone thought of this before? Though its always not the case but some of them eventually went into a steady relationship. Congrats to those then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think i have said too much.. Well its just some thoughts that i have always wanted to share with you guys.. but never had a chance to say so.. Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113353231756059801?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113353231756059801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113353231756059801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113353231756059801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113353231756059801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/6-years-of-singlehood.html' title='6 Years of Singlehood'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113293300809023996</id><published>2005-11-25T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:37:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But Sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A week of slacking, it has been a week of CBL... so everyone of us practically do nothing but canteen break and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday and Tuesday have some major OPs. But its just so stupid, December is a monsoon season and yet they do OPs so we just went out dry and came back drenched. Help guys at the Singapore Discovery Centre there with there bookings cause afterall its there first time and they tends to get tense up so i just showed them. But feedback is I'm too fierce or rather I think I'm too cocky with the offenders in the way i speak to them. But i have no choice, my face looks too harmless and amicable so normally they will try to makan me.. so i'll tried to makan them first but no all ranks, only those NSF, regulars i still give face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is really a month of rain. It has been raining all day long. Has been drenched from head to toe for 5- 8 times just for this three weeks when i was riding home or when going to camp. Yup despite I like raining days, but just not that when i'm out. i enjoy it when there i'm sitting at home lying back listening to those slow soft musics and enjoying those droplets that formed on my window panes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to Fri, stay in last night, Han and Janson was so tired that they eventually slept from 7pm to 7am and this morning after they ate the breakfast around 9. They went back to sleep again. Except for Han who got pm leave. The rest were all sleeping except me. Do not know why but i just couldn't get to sleep. In my mind, i was thinking how the heck they could just sleep for such a long period and so soundly. Whatever is it, i really have to say, you guys are really pro man.. Gotta go meet ya for supper..Ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113293300809023996?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113293300809023996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113293300809023996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113293300809023996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113293300809023996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-but-sleep.html' title='Nothing But Sleep...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113299383249158691</id><published>2005-11-24T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:37:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics Taken at Fiona's Birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/320/PICT0035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/320/PICT0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1866/320/PICT0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Seeing these pics, I guess your mind should be running wild. Thinking she is my girlfriend or something? You're absolutely WRONG!!! She is my buddy.. a genuine one. And you TIKO fellows, leave her alone but if you insist at least please be courtesy enough to join the queue behind me.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To Fiona,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best in Australia undertaking ur degree there.. :D..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113299383249158691?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113299383249158691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113299383249158691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113299383249158691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113299383249158691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/pics-taken-at-fionas-birthday.html' title='Pics Taken at Fiona&apos;s Birthday..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113247244258525482</id><published>2005-11-21T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:37:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep and Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are wondering what song you are listening.. its Rooster's Deep and Meaningless. The lyrics are as follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't know why I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You, you left me feeling high and dry&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, I guess you had another direction&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I guess I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voiceIt's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113247244258525482?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113247244258525482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113247244258525482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113247244258525482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113247244258525482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/deep-and-meaningless.html' title='Deep and Meaningless'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113247189344446219</id><published>2005-11-21T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:36:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boring Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its sunday again... end of the week.. a step nearer to 2006. Time since to flies, i'm already 21 and i still have achieve anything great yet... haii shall not mention about these things... Aniway its sunday so guess everyone is out except me lazying and rotting at home. Just managed to fixed up the blog with a new look and also the tag board that Pris taught me.. Thanks babe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB last thurs, as usual just went in to pump petrol and bring cigarette for Jon and Jackie. Got a Corpse Bride DVD for Janson and 2 PS2 game for my bro too. Did a mole removal on friday night after booking out. Mum didn't agree but i still carry on with my plans.. thats me. Cause that mole was too irritating to be there so i decide to remove it. The whole thing cost a whooper S$70/-haha yup kinda expensive. mmm was supposed to meet up with Pris for supper on Friday but too bad she works till 11++ and i always fell asleep by then. Was surprise then when she called me the following day but haha i was too shocked and blank to talk to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya, went to Fiona's 21th Birthday, i almost forgot about it cause i remember vividly that it was on the 20th instead of the 19th. She called and ask me where am i then i realise. Luckily i got a gift for her else i'll be emptied handed.. Managed to reached her place within 30mins at 2100hrs. Saw a few NPCC friends down there. Her cake was a special one.. a White Star with currencies printed on top and a golden globe on top of the cake.. was the most special and unique one i every saw. I left her place ard 1045 to meet up with D n Hao for Man U match. Gave her a real big hug cause she'll be leaving Australia to further her studies in a month time and i'm not sure if she'll be back after that.. realli gonna missed her..Haiz I hate this type of parting scenes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Man U and Charlton match yesterday night. Roy Keane's departure didn't make a big impact on them cause they won 3-1. Super impressed by Ruud's first goal of the match when Rooney chip the ball to him and he chest it and shoot it right into the net. It was a Superb move. Went home after that, only had Yong Tau Fu in the morning and a Ice Milk Mango Dessert in the afternoon so decided to get MacDonalds' for supper and i finish a McSpicy Double Meal +Upsize. First time having McSpicy... mmm taste ok lah.. or maybe i'm just too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii I think i've been online for quite sometime liao.. yup logging off now.. update will come again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113247189344446219?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113247189344446219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113247189344446219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113247189344446219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113247189344446219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/boring-sunday_21.html' title='A Boring Sunday...'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113215683066659033</id><published>2005-11-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:22:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VLB Escorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yesterday stayed in camp cause i have an escort to do at night ard 2000hrs.. thought could sleep in bunk in the afternoon but haiix Sgt Jack detailed us out. Han and me will be bringing Lua out on a scrambler orientation.. as usual scamblers are slow freaks that can goes up to 80km/hr and it will start trembling like hell unlike our CBX750 haha that goes up to 160km/hr and it is still so stable. Not too bad.. Caught one fellow sleeping while the vehicle is in motion. Could let him off actually cause he admitted that he sleeps but too bad, the landrover was under orientation and he is the vehicle commander, a major fault so BOOKED!!! Anyway somehow it is also a demostration to Lua the procedures... I wonder how would Ibrahim's batch booked offenders or will they just closed both eyes. Saw Meng Yeow driving a rover at Jurong Shell. First time saw him driving the rover, not bad.. got the driver sei.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ya.. tommorrow is thursday. Another escort of the week. If i'm not wrong i'll be doing with Jackie. No Fear cause he is quite zhai. SP is Lorong Asrama and EP will be Seletar Camp. Haa.. Short destinace and i guess the traffic will be clear at that time. But i don't feel good cause the composition will be COMETS.. haiii stupid ambigious vehicles.. Anyway after the escort, will be going to JB with the usual co to pump petrol..and maybe makan.. see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh shit.. its getting late.. damn.. didn't know typing such a blog can take so long.. its sleeping time.. so long folks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113215683066659033?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113215683066659033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113215683066659033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113215683066659033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113215683066659033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/vlb-escorts.html' title='VLB Escorts'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113343082926076646</id><published>2005-11-16T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:23:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm just a simple 21 year old guy with small eyes, short hair and small lips. I'm born on 19th June which makes a Gemini, someone once told me that i'm not a pure Gemini and I'm more to a Cancerian. So what do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm serving my National Service right now as a Military Police Traffic Enforcer waiting to be freed on 10th August 2006. I love dogs, used to have a Sheltie but sold away due to some reasons, I love big dogs, the bigger the better especially dogs like a Retriever or Laborador cause they looks so huggable and gives you a sense of security. I love to drive or ride around Singapore at night with a company or alone. I personally dislike people with odours, those who do not groom themselves and those who are untidy. I just can't take Durians, probably not trained to do so since young and also stuff that are extremely hot. Had always heard about how tasteful are durians are and even dogs like it. Thats why I'm training to do overcome them now especially durians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does that answered most of your questions?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113343082926076646?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113343082926076646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113343082926076646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113343082926076646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113343082926076646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/about-me.html' title='About Me..'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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-18952185.post-113197354723054632</id><published>2005-11-15T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:50:15.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this is my first post. Have actually heard about blogging years back but didn't decide to blog back then. I always thought that blogging is a kinda of stupid thing to do, so right now i have to agree that its not anymore cause i'm doin it right now... Been contemplating for quite sometime whether to blog cause well you need alot of time to keep it up and maintaining it and also reasons to convince myself to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But still i finally decide to blog.. well keep reading them cause i guess i be busy updating them these few days and trying to figure out all the setting about this blog. Should be a prob but haha.. Thanks XL for helping me solve the language prob. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18952185-113197354723054632?l=banahban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/feeds/113197354723054632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18952185&amp;postID=113197354723054632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113197354723054632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18952185/posts/default/113197354723054632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banahban.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post!!!'/><author><name>BaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780199799837156355</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>
