<?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-8481948</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:34:53.599+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='FUN FUN FUN'/><category term='Christos'/><category term='Housekeeping 101'/><category term='Relive the moments'/><category term='Fun ² Fun ² Fun ²'/><category term='The work of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit'/><title type='text'>œ| eternity evan B.C. |œ</title><subtitle type='html'>This will be a place where i keep track of my own progress, my hunt record.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-8814878028332577705</id><published>2008-03-25T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:48:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King and Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Quoting from Darkseid ( a super-villain character from DC universe, one of Superman's arc enemy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What good is a king, when there is no kingdom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you a little information about Darkseid. As a super-villain, of course, he is all power hungry. He want to rule the world, control the universe and have everyone under slavery. That is the bad guy point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take that quote and maybe use another point of view to analyse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this entry a reminder that a Christians life do not just revolve around going to church, serving actively in church, doing a lot of Bible study, reading up and gaining up on the knowledge of God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. A Christian's life should not be so individualistic. All about MY knowledge of God, MY experience with God, MY relationship with God. Do you remember the Great commission?  This is exactly what I am referring to. What is the purpose of getting to know God, (know so much for what????). Know so much so that we are able to spread the word. Our Biblical knowledge is not for own application only. It's for us to tell the world about Jesus. A lot of Christians nowadays just live "Christian Life" by behaving and following "Christian teachings". They kept on equipping themselves but did not use those equipments. It is like wearing layers and layers  of armour without going to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we can see that you are a soldier with so many military gadgets on you, but why are you not fighting the war? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought being a soldier means learning all about the weapons and vehicles, go for dry practices, know how to wear and use those gadgets. But we are not required to actually use them, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, we can see that you look like a Christian, saying all the graces before meals, going the extra mile tohelp the others, always quoting Biblical verses to support your decision. But why aren't you spreading the gospel to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that being a Christian means that we have to do Bible study, be a very righteous person, be Holy Holy, know and live like a very good person and following the Bible. I do not really have to literally talk everybody around me to be a Christian, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of of Christian do forget about the importance of the Great Commission . That included me. Very often, I thought that by attending Bible Study and serving in Church means that I've done my part living out the Christian Life.You know that part where they say about your relationship with God being very close and all, and em, living and acting like a Christian. I used to place too much emphasis on how to gear up myself to behave like a Christian, and using the excuse of "living-walking-testimony" and not talk to my peers about God and Jesus in my life. And assumed that what people see of me is "oh, he is such a good person because he is a Christian, Then I want to be a Christian too." We got to start out by using out mouth to tell them about God and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear people out there. If there is no such action of spreading done by you, this Kingdom will remain this radius. What good is Jesus's death when not all of the people receive the salvation? We ought to spread the word, the Great Commission, with God's grace, Jesus do not die in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-8814878028332577705?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/8814878028332577705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=8814878028332577705' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8814878028332577705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8814878028332577705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2008/03/king-and-kingdom.html' title='King and Kingdom'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-1241150327477528792</id><published>2008-02-19T12:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:04.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>主我跟祢走</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/R78H-Gm59GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xpk21EHUPKY/s1600-h/Footprints+in+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/R78H-Gm59GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xpk21EHUPKY/s400/Footprints+in+sand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tnYClpr-Y9/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tnYClpr-Y9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;主我跟祢走， 往普天下走，&lt;br /&gt;天涯海角紧紧抓住我。&lt;br /&gt;主我跟祢走， 往普天下走，&lt;br /&gt;死阴幽谷紧紧跟你走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因祢是万王之王，万主之主，&lt;br /&gt;有祢一同走， 我还怕什么？&lt;br /&gt;因祢已战胜死亡， 得胜君王，&lt;br /&gt;这信心的路我永不回头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开啟我的眼，信心的双眼，&lt;br /&gt;看那天使天军在身边。&lt;br /&gt;塑造我的心，谦卑地聆听，&lt;br /&gt;祢地话语深植在我心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因祢是万王之王，万主之主，&lt;br /&gt;有祢一同走， 我还怕什么？&lt;br /&gt;因祢已战胜死亡， 得胜君王，&lt;br /&gt;这信心的路我永不回头！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-1241150327477528792?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/1241150327477528792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=1241150327477528792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1241150327477528792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1241150327477528792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='主我跟祢走'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/R78H-Gm59GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xpk21EHUPKY/s72-c/Footprints+in+sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-917511474273236980</id><published>2008-02-12T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:50:51.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdrive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My stomach has not been feeling quite good since the night of the Day1 of Chinese New Year. I couldn't really fall asleep despite I was on my bed since 10. It was not until 1plus that I finally turn in. The second night was worse. I just felt like as if I'm the character on TV that you saw just got hit by a strong bully; almost knocking the sense out of him. I thought I could pass out, but God put me into overdrive mode. I just snap right out of it and remain standing upright, then I walked to my bathroom for my shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I've been thinking, I've never fainted before. And whenever I fell sick, I still could do a lot of daily activities. I still could hang on to my consciousness and thoughts. I could think properly, I could talk. I just felt not good during my sick times. It's either my body has not reached it's limit such that it will pass out, or that it has already overshot the limit, but God put me on overdrive mode, so that I can do things with his help. Such as talking to my family, do a little work catching up on revisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to learn this song.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first part of the "Worship Medley" on the right hand panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MN_mjUBrEuI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MN_mjUBrEuI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-917511474273236980?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/917511474273236980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=917511474273236980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/917511474273236980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/917511474273236980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2008/02/overdrive.html' title='Overdrive'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-4710423464871754112</id><published>2008-01-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:04.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Light That God Created</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/R6CKM1P_kxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UerzAhKxQh0/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/R6CKM1P_kxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UerzAhKxQh0/s400/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The Moon is there as a reminder that there is a Sun. The Light that God put up in the sky which shines during daytime is present even in the darkness of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's shine, and lift up that bowl; why do you put the light under the bowl in the first place? Find a stand and start giving out light to the others!&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/8481948-4710423464871754112?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4710423464871754112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=4710423464871754112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4710423464871754112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4710423464871754112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-light-that-god-created.html' title='Night Light That God Created'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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/_UT9YsCc_yfs/R6CKM1P_kxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UerzAhKxQh0/s72-c/DSC00525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-4129227260528728232</id><published>2008-01-24T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:46:18.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Time.</title><content type='html'>It is Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-4129227260528728232?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4129227260528728232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=4129227260528728232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4129227260528728232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4129227260528728232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-time.html' title='It is Time.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-821599623899669203</id><published>2007-10-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:04.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seventh of October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rwx5dxq37iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jCYeVo0KA_0/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rwx5dxq37iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jCYeVo0KA_0/s400/DSC00755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy columns of crabsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, birthday is like a normal day, you will still have to get through it with or without celebration. If you live your life to the fullest everyday, there is basically not much difference. I can only say that I am living my life quite fully at this stage of my youthful years. Though I am lazy at times, so, this explains why I am not really living life to the fullest every single day. I should though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration with no surprise element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You would expect to know what exactly is going to happen, and you are sure that is it going to be a feast, it's going to be fun and it is something that you like, you definitely like it. I had a special dinner with my family on the 6th. There was a long queue even for people who have booked a table. The dishes were like those from a Chinese style wedding dinner. Cold dish, Shark's fin, (thai-styled fried) fish, chicken (herbal stew with mushroom), (oatmeal) prawns, sea-cucumber, San Lao He Fen (literally 3 toss hor fun; 3 items are fish slices  sprouts and the hor fun), and dessert (canned longan, lychee, rambutan). Like I've said, it was a feast, we did not eat the San Lao He Fen there and we asked the staff to pack it up as we predicted that there was too much food on the table. The last dish before the dessert was the famous herbal + wine steamboat. It is the shop's recommended item. The taste was not bad, as you can really taste the herbs and also the Chinese wine, it tasted even better with all the ingredients added into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration with family members is simple, without mess and fast. They get down to do the 'job' and leaves as soon as the 'job' is done. Not an extravaganza, just straight to the point. It was a very cosy experience. They will not go to the expense to make things extra extra special, but they make it a point to make it important. And you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically there was nothing much to write about because all was openly said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration with surprise element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is another method of celebrating birthdays, and I got this one too this year. In a surprise celebration, people around you would start to act weird, they would not behave not like they are usual. They get uneasy around you, and you do not know what they are up to until that thing happen. Hao Jie acted weird, he is very insistent, unlike the usual guy that everybody knows. We all know that he is very easy-going and would often go with the suggested opinion. But not this time, he insist that I go to Vivo city to meet with Jason and maybe have dinner with him. Not very him. I said that I felt uneasy spending the time to celebrate the occasion with someone I do not really know. I would rather spend the time with someone I really know if that someone really want to celebrate the birthday for me. Otherwise it is fine that I stay at home and spend time with my family. Next, it was strange that Min Hui did not send a second message to ask more questions after telling her (on sms text) that I am not free on Wednesday when she texted me on Tuesday. The usual her would ask when would be a better day, then what time could I make it, what I was doing that I could not come out on Wednesday etc. These are the questions I hypothesized that she would come up with. None, none of that, so I knew that something was amiss. The next next was this: none of those present at the surprise treat sent me sms birthday messages or called me to wished me. Forgotten? Too busy? Sinply do not care? Okay, I accept these reasons. Haha. On sunday, at church, so many of them disappear after Bible study, which is out of the usual practise, as they would hang around church until at least 4 pm before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed some of these phenomenon (1, 2) when that happened and realised that there is something cooking. I only realised (3, 4) after the thing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, they got me to go to Vivocity and gave me a treat at Terra Cafe. Hao Jie and Min Hui are responsible to get me there and keep me under the blanket all these while to let me not make silly suggestions and make them deviate from their original plan. I have suggested to go crystal jade and Esther's reaction was (i should say) normal, as she is usually the one who rejects impromptu ideas of going somewhere else for diner. Nice one, just the right person for the right show. The rest of them just gets to the place earlier to snatch up the table and await our arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more events that raised my suspicion was how nervously Min Hui appeared in church on Sunday. Here's the 3. When I enter mission room and she was hiding behind the stairway door preparing something (which i say and happened to be a notice board meant to be my birthday gift). Jia Hui was there too. She then pushed the both of us out of the stairway door and locked herself inside there. Next was that she tried to ordered me not to walk around in church. Lastly, the most unnatural one and the funniest one is this. I approached Pastor Ruth for help in the BS topic, she was also there, apparently asking Pastor Ruth to write something. Then she went panicky and reached for any Bible that was on the table and started flipping to a random page. I did what I wanted to do so I asked Pastor Ruth about the topic. Then out of the corner of my eye, although I was concentrating on what Pastor Ruth was telling me, I can make out that Min Hui is very uneasy as she wandered about the room and flipping random pages on the Bible and try to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Hui was there, Sherman was there, Constance was there, Qin Yi was there, Jian Wen was there, Daryl was there, I was there, Hao Jie was there, Esther was there. Addison came the latest, he had choir practice. Maybe you all did not took part in the underground project, but you all took part in the fun, that was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I sort of guessed that something was happening, it was still fun. I am happy that I can bring excitement and laughter to my friends around me even though the surprise was not a very shocking one as I kept them on their toes. Are you all happy? I is not the success of the surprising element that make a good celebration. I am happy that I can bring them good memories, laughing times together.&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/8481948-821599623899669203?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/821599623899669203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=821599623899669203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/821599623899669203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/821599623899669203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/10/seventh-of-october.html' title='The Seventh of October'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rwx5dxq37iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jCYeVo0KA_0/s72-c/DSC00755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-7290791933572128680</id><published>2007-10-02T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>1724 Chalet. So, what are the preparations like? Pack bags, go through checklist and stuffs. In the end, some of us still forgot to bring some of our items. Say, Constance, Jian Wen and I. We forgot to bring our tooth brushes. We bought ours on the way there while we were at the supermarket shopping for the BBQ ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHm5hq37eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EtKwXZOg-80/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHm5hq37eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EtKwXZOg-80/s400/DSC00751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116624527634722274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm not the one with the many photos. But I'm sure that this is one of the better few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHm5xq37fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KbTDFifF1j0/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHm5xq37fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KbTDFifF1j0/s400/DSC00752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116624531929689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forming sentences and memorising Bible verses from Titus. By the way, that is the book that we studies on for the duration of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of school is on 29th Sept, which is the 2nd day of the camp/chalet/retreat. I was again late because I do not know exactly how to reach the place. I asked the station staff for directions to go there from the MRT station by bus. I followed the instructions, but that was not really a good way, as the bus leads me further away from my school. I took the taxi to school again (I took it also when I go to the orientation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot something when I left the chalet for Church, my towel. Good thing is that Daryl took it for me. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-7290791933572128680?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/7290791933572128680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=7290791933572128680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/7290791933572128680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/7290791933572128680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/10/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHm5hq37eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EtKwXZOg-80/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-5414155336215815662</id><published>2007-10-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:05.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>That night after watching Starsearch 2007 at the studio, we (Daniel, Min Hui, Addison, Me) went to have supper at Thomson road, Prata House. While we finishing our prata, I saw 2 cars coming into the carpark with some familiar people in there; some of the Starsearch contestants arrived, and I they seemed to be patronising the Prata House too. But there was none of them of whom I really support. Though some of them are good actors, I support the 2 girls (Hong Xi and Mei Ling) because they are attending the church I'm attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHp8Rq37gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tsWyT_bQk9U/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHp8Rq37gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tsWyT_bQk9U/s400/DSC00747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116627873414245890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by supporting them (the 2 girls), I think I am showing some biasness against the other contestants. But hey, so what, they are really good too, so my actions are actually justified, because I support people with substance. I consider they somewhat acquaintances as there is a very faint and distant affiliation (attending the same church).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I cooked Lunch for myself. It was good. Fishball, mushroom, minced meat, cream cheese spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHp8hq37hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5sDVZsv6NU8/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHp8hq37hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5sDVZsv6NU8/s400/DSC00749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116627877709213202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked and ate my lunch after watching the starsearch repeat telecast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-5414155336215815662?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/5414155336215815662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=5414155336215815662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/5414155336215815662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/5414155336215815662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RwHp8Rq37gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tsWyT_bQk9U/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-4276632506738713958</id><published>2007-09-22T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:24:10.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun ² Fun ² Fun ²'/><title type='text'>Belated Celebration for the Sept's</title><content type='html'>Settler's cafe we went to. There are 11 of us. The 2 B-day peeps are Han Wei and Min Hui. Then there are Constance, Sherman, Esther, Hao Jie, Cheryl, Aubrey, Jian Wen, Addison, and me. When we first arrived, Constance told me that the place smells, as in it has a weird odour, like cookie(which is her dog). I agreed. I guessed that it might be due to all the board and card games items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Settler's cafe is a cafe where the main attractionis not their food. It is their games. Board and card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell disappear when we started to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I am not good at reaction game. I have relatively slow reaction compared to the rest of them. Haha. I was not as fast and witty as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know the names of the games that I played, it is also very hard to describe all. i can tell you some. Do you remember this &lt;a href="http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/close-and-open.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;? Okay, one of the game is identical to that game. Instead there are dedicated animal picture cards instead of poker cards. We need to make animal sounds, but I (knowing that I am now slower) suggested that we call out the animal names instead of calling out the animal sound. At first, Han Wei was the one who got the most cards. This was because he kept on laughing and laughing and laughing and could not react in time to the card. But in the end, I was the one who was laughing and could not concentrate well. In a folly's moment, I "deprived" Han Wei of all his cards. I think you can read the other games and how they are played from the officail settler's website , or from the official website. The other one is about hand actions. Players must perform out the hand actions on the card, the slower one take the card (similar?). Actually the first game we played is some sort of a brick game board game. But it's quite different. I do not know how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other interesting thing is how the 2 of them tried to blow out all the relighting candles. The challenge was that if they can blow out all the candles, we will be treating them, otherwise, they will the ones buying the bill. But of course we did not really want them to pay up. We just want them to have fun, trying to blow out all the relighting candles. After the thing, Han Wei told us that he thought that he had extinguished about half the candles, but when he turned his head back after he took his breath, he was surprised to see that they are still there, strong and lighted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-4276632506738713958?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4276632506738713958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=4276632506738713958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4276632506738713958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4276632506738713958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/09/belated-celebration-for-septs.html' title='Belated Celebration for the Sept&apos;s'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-6719638926477979677</id><published>2007-09-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:32:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make my stomach ache</title><content type='html'>Hey, those people who can't stand shit, haha.. please refrain from reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is a very casual topic, this is no over-the-tea-time type of topic. It is kind of funny even for me to be sharing this. But I just want people to know a bit more of how some part of me works, physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I am in a very cold environment.&lt;br /&gt;I usually sleep in air-conditioned room. In the wee hours of the morning, I would wake up in a sudden, because I have stomachache. Even when I am in a very cold place not necessarily while sleeping, I would have that stomachache feeling. Not every time, sometimes, when the air gets real cold and chilly. It affects my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When I did not cover my abdomen area and belly button with something when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The other times I would experience stomachache in the wee hours of the morning is because I did not cover my belly button up well. Either i would have to have my jacket on, or I would need to use an extra pillow to cover my belly button. I guess the 'wind' gets inside me. It affects my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I ate a very hot and spicy meal.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth can take the hotness and spiciness, come on, give me more. My mouth is not afraid of hot and spicy stuffs! Well maybe I am not afraid if it, not at the moment, but I usually will be afraid the next day. I think my mouth can take the spiciness, but my stomach cannot. tI am guessing that the capsaicin gives me the pain. It affects my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When I eat a mean at a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, but whenever I am having my mean, towards the end of the meal, there would be rumbling in my stomach, just like butterflies flying violently around in the abdominal cavity. I am guessing that it is psychological in nature. I respond well when I eat outside, I respond well when I eat at my relatives' place. I am not very used to eating at friends' house. It affects my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I think I ate something that was not properly processed.&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody understands what this means, right? Sometimes, you knew that you have ate something wrong when have the runs, and you thought and guessed that you know exactly what that you ate made you in excruciating pain. It is those kind of food that you knew that you should not have ate. It affects my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) When it is time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just affects my stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-6719638926477979677?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/6719638926477979677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=6719638926477979677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6719638926477979677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6719638926477979677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-make-my-stomach-ache.html' title='Things that make my stomach ache'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-1146462594710814653</id><published>2007-09-07T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:07.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN FUN FUN'/><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle so many Stars</title><content type='html'>I went to the market along Hougang Ave 1. It is called Hainanese Village. I went there with my sister and cousin for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I did not have enough sleep (bad habit of mine; sleeps at 2-3 am , then I have to wake up @ 8-9 today), I just walked past the crowd because I  was concentrating on getting my breakfast when I reached the market. Escaping my vision was the cast and crew of Mediacorp staffs, filming. I guess it is for 手足 2, since they are the same bunch of artists, and some of them spot the same image/hairstyle as in 手足1. When I was approaching the stall that I have decided to patronise, then my sister asked me,“ 有没有看到？” This was when I walked back to check it out. We stayed around the set for a while so see how the scene was being filmed. Lin Ming Lun was being smashed with eggs. Poor thing. A lot of times, at least 10 eggs, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgYdGYFWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wXkV5Idxzlc/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgYdGYFWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wXkV5Idxzlc/s400/DSC00732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469425659352418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the egg shells on his head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgZNGYFYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gs2R85Z7_6I/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgZNGYFYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gs2R85Z7_6I/s400/DSC00734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469438544254338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the egg yoke on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgY9GYFXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h03osZLOCjw/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgY9GYFXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h03osZLOCjw/s400/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469434249287026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When will it be my turn?" *scratch scratch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that was not Lin Ming Lun's only egg-smashing scene. This is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought our food (Hup Li bee Hoon for them, and Vegetarian Bee Hoon for me) , we sat down at a table quite near to the set so that we are able to watch most of the filming process with ease. Then we noticed that the main characters of that particular scene are only Lin Ming Lun and Cynthia Koh. The rest of them have minor parts in that scene, so they are taking a rest after they have done their part. They gathered around and occupied a table. I saw Liu Zi Xuan queueing at the famous kopi stall. After a long while, she is still queuing at the kopi stall, but it was already her turn to order. We continued to watch the "performance" of egg throwing and squabbling. Cynthia was scolding at the auntie who threw eggs at her "husband".  I got myself a cup of soya bean drink while I continue to admire the sights. Cynthia's line were “你够了没有啊！” Then she went forward to confront the auntie. The director tried different ways of doing that scene. One was to ask Cynthia to scold the auntie. Another was to snatch away her bag of eggs. I think they ended up doing the scene which shows Cynthia smashing an egg on the auntie's head, causing the latter to walk away mumbling to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we decided that we have to take photographs with some of the artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgZdGYFZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vj97OuIBC3I/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgZdGYFZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vj97OuIBC3I/s400/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469442839221650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my cousin did not want to appear in the picture. Wow, Xiang Yun did not look a year over 30! I think that Ann Kok had lost some of her fans, because of her taking a break from acting a few years ago. And Liu Zi Xuan is very pretty, even though she ought to be appearing as a boyish character. (look at her nautica watch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nautica.com.hk/products/watch/sp2006/28_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.nautica.com.hk/products/watch/sp2006/28_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgZtGYFaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/omrq6QQW8nA/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgZtGYFaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/omrq6QQW8nA/s400/DSC00736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469447134188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl meets girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFjQdGYFbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jhlcfRvrPm0/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFjQdGYFbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jhlcfRvrPm0/s400/DSC00737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107472586755282354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got such a big head, I guess a few strands more hair and I will be a proud owner of an Afro! Somehow, she seems to look puny beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After She took photographs with us, she commented that we are all very tall. Haha. And asked us how old are we. As my sister could not really remember what her Chinese name is (Zi Hui? Zi Shan? Zi Si? Zi Xuan?) as her real name is sort of similar to her 7pm show name which is Zi Hui. So she told us to just call her Jessica. What a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-1146462594710814653?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/1146462594710814653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=1146462594710814653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1146462594710814653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1146462594710814653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/09/twinkle-twinkle-so-many-stars.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle so many Stars'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuFgYdGYFWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wXkV5Idxzlc/s72-c/DSC00732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-8867421906537420377</id><published>2007-09-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:07.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relive the moments'/><title type='text'>Relive the moments</title><content type='html'>I decided to go for a swim today, since the weather is so good, with the big bright illuminating godsend sun high up above the sky so high. But I was in for a deep down the ocean floor seabed disappointment when I come to know that all Singapore Sports Council (SSC) facility are closed today as it is the SSC family day, I could not even go to the other branch even if i wanted to. I saw the notice when I went swimming last week, but I could not remember that is says that it would be on the 6th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, to relive the moments. About 3 weeks ago, I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrndethKomI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SreIVrjo75E/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrndethKomI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SreIVrjo75E/s400/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Suntec. (remember this pic from my entry titled "Series of fortunate and unfortunate events"? Remember me telling you how much I wanted a V-neck tee? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later (13th Aug), I went shopping with my mother and sister @ Bishan and I bought a white version of this V-neck long sleeved tee. Another few days later, I went to Suntec again and saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuAQZdGYFVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lPMOnDjBgWg/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RuAQZdGYFVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lPMOnDjBgWg/s400/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107100006932288850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the one that that I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not really get a shock when I saw that Pastor Ruth's nephew and niece went missing (again, that is why I was not so shocked) on the 6pm news. Made a short prayer. I did not want to call up Pastor Ruth, as I did not know how to talk to her. But seeing that they found the pair from the 10 pm news. The news made a mistake by saying that they are twins. They are not. One is P6, one is P4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that is all folks! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-8867421906537420377?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/8867421906537420377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=8867421906537420377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8867421906537420377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8867421906537420377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/09/relive-moments.html' title='Relive the moments'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrndethKomI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SreIVrjo75E/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-2530852278039466396</id><published>2007-08-31T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:11.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christos'/><title type='text'>Gua Tai</title><content type='html'>Whhooaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my mother to watch the "Ge Tai" just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I watched a Ge Tai. This is because I am not a great big fan, the content is about other gods, not very Christian content (eh, hokkein, chinese, ge tati leh, what you expect??), and also simple there are not really many Tai near my place, need traveling. As for today, my mother have plans to watch a Tai, so she suggested that we go to eat at Potong Pasir (the Ge Tai's area) before going to watch when I asked her where should we go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite late when we reached there and had our dinner before proceeding to the stage area. We were quite lost as were not very familiar with Potong Pasir. We depended on our hearing to find the stage area. Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgvhdGYFPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2mPyBZ_zGm0/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgvhdGYFPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2mPyBZ_zGm0/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer when we arrive at the Ge Tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgwONGYFQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RrWbduLuvRw/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgwONGYFQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RrWbduLuvRw/s320/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recognise them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgwONGYFRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_QkCEHPiwPw/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgwONGYFRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_QkCEHPiwPw/s320/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both acted in 881. The guy (Lin Li) acted as the host for the Ge Tai when the Papaya Sisters and the Durian sisters are having the final showdown. The lady (Lin Ru Ping) acted as the mother for Big Papaya. Both of them are quite famous in the Ge Tai field, according to my mother (you think I would know that?? No way! Actually I only know Lin Ru Ping is famous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 hosts, they brag about the quality of tonight's show. Saying that the band is the most expensive Ge Tai band, the 2 of them are the top hosts (they are like talking about each other, but kept denying that they are that good, quite humble though, haha.. don't know if it is for the show, or they really felt that way). That the singers tonight are of top grade. The male host also say that every year on the 19th of Lunar 7th month the Rong Hua Ge Tai will always be held at Potong Pasir. Uuually when the other Ge Tais are on random dates. They say the organiser insist on having one there every year. They also brag that the cost of this Tai is very expensive, easily 7 to 8 thousand. Lightings 900+, Band few hundred, stage material, few hundred, singers/hosts.  Sometimes you can wonder how come those Buddhist and Taoist can be so generous when it comes to organising their religious events. Then you look at our own people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rtgzu9GYFSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v2Btu6flXko/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rtgzu9GYFSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v2Btu6flXko/s320/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! A male singer. Before he steps on stage, my uncle is already telling me that his singing is good. You know, his voice is hoarse after what (today is the 19th day of the 7th month), I guess 19 days of singing. He can barely speak properly, but somehow, he manages to sing very well, except a few slip notes on the harder-to-reach parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgzvNGYFTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YWNSrYdSF5g/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgzvNGYFTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YWNSrYdSF5g/s320/DSC00725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another actor of the 881 cast. She acted as Karen in 881. The lady who got kidnapped by the Durian Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch it until about 9pm, then decided that I should go home first. Haha, the song are unable to stir up further enthusiasm for me to stay. Although I only know a few songs, I enjoyed the performance overall. Again, I shall state this fact: I am not a Lao Ah Pek. I am not an old man. It just happens so because my parents listen to their CDs at home regularly and subconsciously, I learnt those songs. I also went there to see how the stage was put up, how the lighting are put up, how the musicians play. Can rope in some tips for Christian Worship, although it might be hard to integrate those few small pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the generosity problem. This is a  very good point that Christians can learn. Although I cannot find any verses to support my view point now. I still think it is a good trait. Ever went to Chinese funerals? You can see that they give 'white gold' in 50s and 100s. But it is a sad thing to see Christians giving 2s and 5s during Christian Funerals. Some Christians ask them to give weekly offering is like wanting their life. What happened to Jesus's teaching about the old lady in the temple? Are you thinking that he is only joking and only wanted to compare her to the rich people? Numbers may not be the problem, sincerity and attitude is; maybe this is the way you might say to argue back to say about Jesus's teaching. 2s and 5s? Really, do not kid yourself, you cannot kid God. Yea. I just hope that I will not become some who is so stingy with my money that I will not fork out money for Christ's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-2530852278039466396?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/2530852278039466396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=2530852278039466396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2530852278039466396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2530852278039466396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/gua-tai.html' title='Gua Tai'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RtgvhdGYFPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2mPyBZ_zGm0/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-4085596302351424708</id><published>2007-08-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:12.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christos'/><title type='text'>Relive the moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RsvDh9GYFOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/f5Q7qAFTrfE/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RsvDh9GYFOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/f5Q7qAFTrfE/s400/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101385991031624930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an impersonation of an antelope. It has got to be at least a reindeer. Because of the antlers. Antelopes have horns. This was taken in IKEA the week before when I went there with Addison and Min Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like these. Captured on film (digital film here) are memories. Some of these memories that do not come by often. Fooling around, having fun. Harsher moments are harder to capture, but usually people would not want to remember those bad times. Who would keep an ablum of their family members fighting, pictures of yourself frustrated or loved ones in hospital beds? Not many. Relive the happy moments, nice photographs bring back happy memories. Relive the interesting moments, queer photographs made you wonder why you choose those as your picture's subjects/do those actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the reindeer topic. Christmas is coming. Soon. Soon enough to start preparations. Start the preparations, any takers? Takers to participate. Participate in the Christmas Party? A Party that should make a difference. Differences between Christian and non-Christian? Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-4085596302351424708?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4085596302351424708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=4085596302351424708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4085596302351424708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4085596302351424708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/relive-moments.html' title='Relive the moments'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RsvDh9GYFOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/f5Q7qAFTrfE/s72-c/Image063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-1948757983935062984</id><published>2007-08-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:07:35.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping 101'/><title type='text'>Swing</title><content type='html'>How to swing, alone? Here's how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Find a swing. If have a childhood, you would know what it look like. It seems that the generation of today are not so well-acquainted with the swing, simply because they are seemingly missing from the child-safe playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Either a) Use your legs to pivot yourself away from the ground. Placing your feet flat on the ground/sand at the spot where your seat originally form a perpendicular with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Release yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) This step teaches you how to gain altitude. When you are swinging bend your knees to "keep" your legs. As you swing forward kick both of your legs forward too. Then you "keep" your legs as you swing backwards. Make sure to kick hard so that there is a force to move your higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter is also considered housekeeping because it is something you can do to relax and enjoy as you housekeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise and perfect it. Your kids will thank you in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-1948757983935062984?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/1948757983935062984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=1948757983935062984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1948757983935062984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1948757983935062984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/swing.html' title='Swing'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-6139373686505338995</id><published>2007-08-12T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:45:05.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OIA, MIA</title><content type='html'>Missing in action. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to do some preparation for John 3:16. I believe not much people did. Rev. Yang asked who did the homework. He repeated a few times, waited for a few minutes. No one raised their hands. Then i believed that those who really did, did not dare to raise their hand/s. We got a mini lecture from him. He was talking about the hardships and trouble and life-risking events that Martin Luther has to go through to make the Bible a household item, a book which is meant for all of God's people instead of  only the Clergy as God wants everybody to know his word. That is why he felt heart-broken on behalf of Martin Luther.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-6139373686505338995?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/6139373686505338995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=6139373686505338995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6139373686505338995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6139373686505338995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/oia-mia.html' title='OIA, MIA'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-9157004134331955537</id><published>2007-08-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:10:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/090820071216.jpg?t=1186743785" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/090820071219.jpg?t=1186743913" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balancing Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/090820071222.jpg?t=1186744097" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-LOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/090820071223.jpg?t=1186744186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1223&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-9157004134331955537?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/9157004134331955537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=9157004134331955537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/9157004134331955537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/9157004134331955537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-balance.html' title='The New Balance'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-708695771293469029</id><published>2007-08-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of fortunate and unfortunate events.</title><content type='html'>Ice-cream. I scream. We screamed. Too much already. If you go around checking out some of my church friend's blogs or their personal message. It would be saying things like "no more ice cream for next 6months" , "I have enough of ice-cream" etc. We had so much ice-cream on Saturday for our ice-cream 8 course dinner and we did not even finish all 8 courses. Imagine 4 tubs of 6 litres plus around 15 tubs of 1.5 litres. I guess that was quite an accurate estimate of how much ice-cream we bought for the event. I think we managed to finish ½ of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the usher for Sunday Church service. While doing so, I noticed one lady who looked like Felicia Chin (but she is not, She looked tanned and a bit older compared to Felicia Chin). What first caught my eye was her colourful rainbow coloured tee she was wearing, next was her make-up, then was her look-like-Felicia-Chin face. I wanted to confirm her identity but I could not get a better look as I was engaged in my duty. At the end of the service, I saw her talking to some of the Pastors and Uncle Shan Ping. So Lunch came. Its the birthday celebration. We catered Nasi Lemak from Kovan Hup Li. Guess what, there are still ice-cream left from the previous day. So Hao Jie initiated to play the game they played yesterday. It is sort of like "follow the leader" where the leader will give a specific set of instruction such as : use your right hand to take the spoon, pass it to your left hand, scoop the ice-cream eat it put the spoon down after you say 'thank you'. If people did the action in the wrong sequence or missed out an action, they will have to repeat and thus eat more ice-cream. He managed to clear a lot of ice-cream using this method on Saturday, he is trying it again. Haha. After lunch we had combined Bible Studies. Reverend Yang taught us the OIA method to study the bible. His focus was on O: Observation that day. Some of us were amazed some of us were shocked, some of us were simply just doing the worksheet. We were asked to read Matthew chapter 2 and there was questions like: how many kings went to visit the child and mary; did the star led them to where they were; how many types of gifts was presented; the gifts was present to who. Do you know the answers? Next was describing the picture like that of an oral examination. The picture was about a car accident. MAN, there was much disagreement going on as to who is to be blamed for the accident. Homework is to read John 3:16, using the 6H, list down our observations. After bible study, most of the other peeps went home, the committee stayed back for meeting. Such a long meeting. we discussed about how are we going to operate during the renovation months, the plans for next your, rooms to use, camps, follow up for events and the upcoming Christmas event. It was about 6:30pm, Reverend Yang did not join us for dinner. The few of us; the 1724s (proudly) finally decided to eat at Thai Express.SLURP SLURP. When I got back home, I MSNed and chated with Reverend Yang, I remembered that he might know the Felicia-Chin-lookalike is. He mentioned that she seems to be a finalist form this year's Starsearch. I was like,"oh really ah, no wonder wear until so colourful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming on Monday. And what is the worst forgetful thing that you can do there? Forget to bring the swimming trunks home. And that was what I did. I realised it only after I reached home and was unpacking my bag. I have to walk back to the pool, asked the staff to let me in, go to the toilet's second cubicle to retrieve my supposedly lost swimming trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Tuesday is an eventful day. Went to cut my hair @ Tampines by Steven, my favorite hairstylist. Nice. Nice. I proceeded to Queenstown/Queensway to meet Hao Jie. 1) to look and take measurements of desks and swivel chairs from IKEA. I was thinking of buying AMON table top 30$ to fit with GALANT frame 40$ and A-LEGS 15$/pc. For the chair, I was thinking of buying either the ALLAK (synthetic leather) 128$ or the KARSTEN (mesh back) 238$. Hao Jie have been wanting to introduce one of his favorite drink of all time to me. Durian Milkshake from block 120 opposite IKEA. He seems to know a lot about the 2 stalls operated by 3 brothers. 1 is the Ba Kut Teh Stall, next to it is the Fruits &amp; Juices stall, owned by 3 brothers. We had Ba Kut Teh with rice, then next, wah. Next wah, comes the wah, thing. The Durian wah Miklshake. Wah. I ordered Soursop Milkshake. Soursop Milkshake taste refreshing, but wah, Durian Milkshake wah wah is very powerful wah. Each mug is only 2$ very worth the buy! Wah. Must try. I got a feeling the SF people will be able to try it, maybe within this year. If you know what I mean. Haha! The wah surprise. Wah² Wah²! I wanted to buy a new pair of running shoe for a long time already, my targeted shoe is New Balance 1222. It was quite an old model, as in it was around the market for about 1 year plus, so not many shop carry the colour (lime green lines with white base) that I wanted nor do they have the size (13). All along I thought I was a 13, but then after what the uncle said, I was convinced I am a size 12 new Balance wearer. He said that if I wear 13, after a while, I would have to tighten my laced to make the shore "re-fit" my feet. But with a 12, I do not need to do that. Since my NS time, I have been wearing size 13 New Balance, and this problem really occurred to both pairs of shoes. What worries me is the length of the shoe, the truth is that any shoe will expand after it is seasoned. Here come s the tricky part. I am a flat footer and have wide feets. Some shoes comes in different wideness (measured in 'E's. Common sizes are 2E and 4E.) 1222 only have 4E. Uncle recommended me 1223 size 12 2E. Good. Haha. It fits. I missed Tuesday's 9pm show on Channel 8 cause I was just paying the uncle @ 9pm. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you one thing. Next time you go to Queens to buy shoes, go to the 2 shops manned by 1) Mr Singh and the other shop by the Indians. They give better deals than the Chinese and Malays. It seems so. They give better advises and seems to be more experienced at the shoe business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, wow, woke up at 7am. I had a job interview with a*star company at Buona Vista scheduled at 9:30am. The interview lasted ½hour, it went so fast. I didn't even know if it was good or bad. It was a hot morning, I was sweating as I was on my way, and I was still sweating when I was at the table talking to them. Was an unsightly view. After the interview, I went to Raffles City to have BK breakfast, a little treat for myself. The wrong thing I dis was to got down at Raffles Place MRT station instead of City Hall MRT station. After brunch, I took a walk down to Suntec. I bought a CD: Olivia from HMV. &lt;a href="http://oliviaong.com/index.html"&gt;http://oliviaong.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;  The CD I bought is the Singapore release, which is not reflected in the official website. I saw Zhang Fend (NS friend) along the way and Danny (church friend) at G2000Blu. One thing caught my eye. This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrndethKomI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SreIVrjo75E/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrndethKomI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SreIVrjo75E/s400/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347973030945378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wanted a V-neck long sleeved tee. It gives the causal look a new definition. Cool and casual. Then I continued my journey into the pointless window shopping and saw this nice picture at a art gallery/shop just beside minitoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrneQNhKonI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0L0nLCH6VXg/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrneQNhKonI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0L0nLCH6VXg/s400/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096348823434470002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be well taken here cause I was using my k750i and it's not really a neat camera. Just good enough for blogging and such. The next thing I know, I was in the DC comic shop, selling all the DC superheros stuffs. There are Superman, Green Lantern, Flash tees going from 9$ to 19$. You know why it is so cheap, because the new stock are going for 80+$.  They are those black tee with "diamond studed" Superman "s" logo. Wow. Ex Pen Sive. Another thing that I had always wanted to own is a neat Superman Belt Buckle. But they are slightly on the expensive side. The buckle is 89$ and the leather strap is 30$. There are the smaller and not so to my liking ones going @ 29$ per buckle. I did not get any, no budget ah. Wait till I get my job. Went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go swimming today. Lazy is the word; I was thinking that I should give myself a break. My sister went out after her ½day at school and got home at night and she packed a half-eaten Chicken &amp; Mushroom Fusilli from Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrnW_NhKokI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9cQxiAS_3Ns/s1600-h/080820071210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrnW_NhKokI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9cQxiAS_3Ns/s320/080820071210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096340834795299394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn! I took such a long time to complete this entry. Because I was blogging, watching TV and MSN-ing at the same time. AND guys are not so good @ multitasking. Haha. That explains. I dun think I'm gonna bother about any spelling mistakes in this entry. Remember. lazy's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-708695771293469029?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/708695771293469029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=708695771293469029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/708695771293469029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/708695771293469029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/series-of-fortunate-and-unfortunate.html' title='Series of fortunate and unfortunate events.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RrndethKomI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SreIVrjo75E/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-7105295504854298215</id><published>2007-08-02T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:37:44.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping 101'/><title type='text'>Housekeeping 101</title><content type='html'>How to clean your fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Remove the front frame by un-clicking the clip holding the front frame to the back frame (it is found at the bottom edge), then unscrew the cap of the blades in a clockwise direction, then take out the blades, them unscrew the nut holding the back frame, then remove the back frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bring the items to your cleaning ares, preferably your toilet or somewhere you have got a hose and a basin and a sponge. Oh, and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Use the wet sponge to clean both frames. Clean in a big circle around the surface of both the front &amp; back of the front frame and both the front &amp;amp; back of the back frame. The dirt should and will come out all stick to each other, forming some sort of a string of threaded dirt. All the dirt in one line. How smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are using 3M product, the one with a green scrub surface and the yellow spongebob squarepants surface, use the yellow spongebob squarepants surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT CLEAN ALONG THE SPIKES! THE DIRT WILL NOT COME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Rinse the cap and the nut. (The NUT, not YOURSELF!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Use the hose and spray onto all 4 items. Hold the frames at one edge, hold it up and spray water on it. Just spray the cap and nuts as you would spray anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Give the frames a good beating, as if you are the nurse beating the bottom of a newborn baby, to shake off excess water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Use a clean cloth to wipe off the water still clinging onto the surface of the items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Put the back frame back first, then screw the nut back in a clockwise direction, then put the blades back, then screw the cap back in a anti-clockwise direction, then hook the front cover back and secure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Turn the fan on to see if it works (Yes! Turn it on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Tell your parents that they do not need the maid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope enjoy your fan-cleaning process, do it often and you might get the hang of it. Do it regularly enough and your parents will start to ask you to clean the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more housekeeping tips, please go through NS! Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-7105295504854298215?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/7105295504854298215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=7105295504854298215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/7105295504854298215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/7105295504854298215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/housekeeping-101.html' title='Housekeeping 101'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-5360135525421017504</id><published>2007-08-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:20:19.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon</title><content type='html'>Went to eat Sizzler @ Suntec yesterday. The 3 of us went in first, as Jason was late. It was the first time I'm eating at this restaurant. But to Hao Jie and Eugene, it was not. They forgot how it was. Earlier on,  Hao Jie had asked me along to eat Sizzler's buffet. I was the earliest guy to turn up, so I went to check out the restaurant. I realised that there was not "BUFFET" sign at the entrance of the shop. I was telling them that when we met up. They did not believe me and said that they had always remembered that Sizzler served buffet. Hao Jie went in and ask. They do serve salad buffet. We were all puzzled. Then suddenly Hao Jie remembered that we are entitled to the buffet when we buy a main course. We went in without Jason after he confirmed with us that he will be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination after dinner is the Arcade. We threw baskets. Haha, they were hooked to the basketball game, and I sort of like joined in the fun. So Jason issued a challenge. Our 3 combined score multiplied by 1.5 vs his score. The loser does push ups. In the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did push-ups in the arcade. Lost to Jason. I got 93, Eugene got 98, Hao Jie got 104. Jason got around 475. So we need to do 31 (the difference) multiply by 2 times of push-ups in the arcade. We cheated by doing only 21 each, so totaled up to 63. Good thing it's the closing hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Hao Jie asked me to go over and learn how to steer the dragonboat. I was hesitating whether to go or not.This is because, firstly, my mother would not like me to associate with Dragonboats. Secondly, I would not have time in the future to help Jason, even if I go learn tonight. You see, I study night-school and most of his sessions are in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go, that is why you see my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-5360135525421017504?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/5360135525421017504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=5360135525421017504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/5360135525421017504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/5360135525421017504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/08/dragon.html' title='Dragon'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-2996344849369826384</id><published>2007-07-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:53:45.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>This week, not so able to go swimming much. As you know, the news reported that the this adnormal rainy period will continue for at least 1-2 weeks. Well, there was once I went to swim, and saw Samantha See and Candice there. The weather turned for the worse just when I changed out. But when they left the clouds moved themselves away. Haha. What coincidence. I think the clouds saw them leaving and decided to follow them and let the sun out for me. Ops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I'm not wrong I only went swimming on Monday, and that is when I saw them. I did not managed to go because of the other rainy days. So I was only able to do some simple exercises at home using my gym-ball and my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the major part of my everyday life: exercising. I use the computer at night. Mainly to watch "Whose line is it anyway".If you still remember the show, it was absolutely hilarious. really. Scenes from the hat, Questions only, Two line vocabulary, Let's make a date, Party Quirks, Hoedown (I don't really like this section), Greatest Hits (this too), etc. Scenes from the hat is really a test of their improvisational skills, they need to randomly come up with really funny one-liner that made sense. The one that is really good, always is the two line vocabulary. You should really go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was some funny night-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my mother at the provision shop last night when Reverend Yang spotted us! Then he came and greeted my mother. He then returned to his seat at the coffeeshop. Shortly after, Reverend Huang and Reverend Liu came from the direction of the Church. Reverend Liu also greeted my mother. Both of them complimented me to my mother. Then, both me and my mother was sort of smiling on the way back home. My mother hear praises about me when I'm around, and I seldom hear myself being praised when my mother is around. It's sort of weird, like caught off guard; don't know how to react, first time experiencing this. Then just now, my mother was like," you very guai one right, go cut mango for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-2996344849369826384?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/2996344849369826384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=2996344849369826384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2996344849369826384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2996344849369826384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-3782424345731727440</id><published>2007-07-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:13.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deano Martino</title><content type='html'>This is a picture taken by Dean's N70 @ the Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rqdw0NhKojI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R9fQtWkr6ZI/s1600-h/21072007293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rqdw0NhKojI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R9fQtWkr6ZI/s320/21072007293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091161946049913394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Me, Dean, Sean and Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toilet paper in Daniel's hand is actually of significance. You see, after the game, when it was time to go, we had to take a picture (this picture). So we stood up. Dean accidentally kicked the cup of wine. So Daniel and I cleaned it up with that roll of toilet paper before we can actually take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-3782424345731727440?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/3782424345731727440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=3782424345731727440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/3782424345731727440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/3782424345731727440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/deano-martino.html' title='Deano Martino'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rqdw0NhKojI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R9fQtWkr6ZI/s72-c/21072007293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-2542731236700795977</id><published>2007-07-24T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:13.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close and Open</title><content type='html'>Ok, Polling is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'll tell you the results in a while's time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen Aloe Vera Before? Well. if you have not, there are 2 potted ones planted at the backyard of my grand's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RqWGVdhKoiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4ZOshYQu1cY/s1600-h/Aloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RqWGVdhKoiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4ZOshYQu1cY/s320/Aloe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was wrong. There was 2 pots of giant aloes, and 1 pot of normal aloe. Please do not go and steal them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the celebration of Dean's Birthday! Dean was there, Daniel was there, Aloysius with his new love was there, Sean was there, Michelle was there. There are other MJC ppl, his other classmates. We played a card game, and I lost once out of 2 rounds. Here is how it goes. All of us sat in a circle and think of a nickname, round 1 we used animals' name and vegetables' for round 2. I was Dinosaur and Chilli. Dean gave out the cards (he combined 2 decks) one by one in a circle. It is like modified SNAP. When he gave your card and the number coincides with another person's card, the last personto call the other's person's nickname will get all the card from him/her. The round ends when all the cards are given out and the loser is the one with the most cards. I got slow reaction after the drink. Haha, to add on to it I've got only above average reaction reflex when I'm normal and I've already down 2 cups. Haha. I'm not stating excuses, I'm only saying why I lost. Fun! Daniel lost the first round, I lost the second. Sean almost lost the first round, but he got "lost" all his cards to Daniel during the end of the round. Michelle and Chin Hao have the best memory and fastest reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the worship leader on Sunday. There was one part that I made mistakes, the Apostle Creed part. I did not memorised the creed, so I sort of like recite wrongly totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther promised to lend me (us: Her Boyfriend, Daryl and me) to read the book : "for men only"&lt;for&gt; by Shaynti &amp; Jeff Feldhahn. So I opened the book and read the first 2 chapter last night. Hmmm... Interesting... Finally Alien language understood. Haha, and all the jokes resolved. Not that I need to learn this now. The tag line for this book goes like this : "*flash flash*SHOCKER!  *flash flash* Women can be understood!" if you visit the book's website. &lt;a href="http://www.formenonlybook.com/"&gt;www.formenonlybook.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Sunday. We went to watch Harry Potter after Combined BS. Thank Samuel (if you are reading this) for lending me the SAFRA card, so we could book the tickets at a discounted price on weekends. Right after we finish the BS, we dilly dallied to the bus stop (as usual). But then, even if we never did so, I do not think that we will reach Bishan on time too. You see, we waited for a long time for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Cinema the others went in before Min Hui and I; we went to the toilet. After that, as we do not have the ticket stubs, we do not really know which theater our show is showing. I decided to try my luck by going into the first theatre on the left. It was showing Transformers, the part where Sam just brought the girl home, or so I thought. If not, it would be the part where he brought the Autobots home. Then we went to the first one on the right. It was showing &lt;harry&gt; alright, but somehow it does not seems to be the starting; Harry was there battling already, I thought that it was the ending. Nonetheless, we walked down the right aisle to the supposedly our row, but the people seated there seems to be not from SF, and it looked too full to be that row. So we went back out to make verification. We went to the correct theatre, just the wrong aisle. They saved the seats on the wrong, or rather the left side for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is not bad. Unlike what people said. They said it was very bad, not good, lousy etc. I saw what I expected to see. It's up to my expectation. And Daryl you are wrong. It is up to my expectation. I did not expect more. When we reached S11, Supergirl remembered that she left her wallet on the Cinema seat and I accompanied her to retrieve it. She can be nominated as Daryl number 2. Nominations starts today! We had noodles for dinner after the show. To me noodles is just noodles. Ba Chor Mee and Wan Ton mee, makes no difference to me. We had Wan Ton mee. Jian Wen had 2. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;/harry&gt;&lt;/for&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-2542731236700795977?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/2542731236700795977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=2542731236700795977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2542731236700795977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2542731236700795977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/close-and-open.html' title='Close and Open'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RqWGVdhKoiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4ZOshYQu1cY/s72-c/Aloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-8300721177472651729</id><published>2007-07-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:13.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastfood Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Before I start, let me remind you to take the poll (on the right panel) if you have not! It would take you about 3 minutes! Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are some other minor details about the production lah. Like when I was having lunch that day with Hao Jie. We went to Kovan to get some food ingredients for the production's refreshments, so we decided to have MacDonalds lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rpyn8I9z--I/AAAAAAAAADs/F5d4huW6qxk/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rpyn8I9z--I/AAAAAAAAADs/F5d4huW6qxk/s320/DSC00721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088126330662550498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely~ Heart-shaped fries!! (or is it fry? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to take a walk down town because there was not rehearsal! We are all free by 4 O'clock. Min Hui, Addison and I went down to Suntec for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Doughnut Factory be considered a fastfood chain? I guess not, the queue is almost never-ending, even for the new Suntec branch. We wanted to queue for it because the poor Qinyi had asked us to help. Then we checked out the entire shop, there is another counter, which allow people to buy takeaways limited to 2 pieces each person. So we joined that (no) queue and bought doughnuts that way. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner! @ BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rpyrp49z-_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/o8xjYSl-t00/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rpyrp49z-_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/o8xjYSl-t00/s320/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088130415176449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This taste like the old MacDonald's Fillet -O-Fish, because the new Mac's Fillet-O-Fish taste like processed fish; like bits and pieces of fish meat pressed together and then frying it after dipping it into a layer of batter. The tartar sauce is also not so good already, too sour. This BK Fish taste like the old Fillet-O-Fish because the fish taste  fresher, more whole piece rather than bits and pieces, thus the "may contain fish bone' sticker. The sauce is tastier, not only sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya, till date, 11 person voted! It is in favor of "change" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-8300721177472651729?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/8300721177472651729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=8300721177472651729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8300721177472651729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8300721177472651729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/fastfood-frenzy.html' title='Fastfood Frenzy'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rpyn8I9z--I/AAAAAAAAADs/F5d4huW6qxk/s72-c/DSC00721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-8882918657136920403</id><published>2007-07-14T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T03:12:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>I've put up a poll! So, please gladly take it! It's on the right side-panel, on top of the Tagboard. (it's about the tagboard, of course I must put it there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-8882918657136920403?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/8882918657136920403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=8882918657136920403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8882918657136920403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/8882918657136920403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-968544332995091910</id><published>2007-07-12T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:13.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven seveN sevEN seVEN sEVEN SEVEN</title><content type='html'>A piece of advice. Do not volunteer to be the logistic in-charge. Tonnes of work man. Haha. But you have no choice, just do it in a efficient way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this department has to make sure that stuffs are brought in and returned every rehearsal and till the end of the production (Good thing that the preparation of props is done by Props department, not under Logistic). So as the in-charged person, even when my helpers have left the place thinking that the Logistic's role is done, I have to clear back the items. Haha. This is the downside of this Department. I'm sure that there are downsides to the other departments. I just do not know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Transformers: The Movie with , to all the people out there who cannot wait patiently to find out who then I suggest that you read on, someone that I know very well like been there with me, to the people who is still trying to find out whether if he's a gal or she's a guy then I think it's better for you to read on to find out that he is Daniel, who else would go to watch such a techy show with me other than another fanatic, other than he who has already book me to go watch with him, to those who still did not get who I went to watch the show with and still ask me like you need to know the answer like that of your exam question, please read upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I watch that show last Monday. Just did not have time to blog it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RpYZ5I9z-8I/AAAAAAAAADc/76pua3bYEIs/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RpYZ5I9z-8I/AAAAAAAAADc/76pua3bYEIs/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086281298611534786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Earth wear Green and use green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know eating this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RpYadI9z-9I/AAAAAAAAADk/IivIFaB3csc/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RpYadI9z-9I/AAAAAAAAADk/IivIFaB3csc/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086281917086825426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will give you durian pee and poo? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family had durian, I think on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library yesterday to borrow books on frontpage. I hope that it will help in my renovation of Eternity. So far so good, I just finish reading and trying out Chapter One. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-968544332995091910?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/968544332995091910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=968544332995091910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/968544332995091910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/968544332995091910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven.html' title='seven seveN sevEN seVEN sEVEN SEVEN'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RpYZ5I9z-8I/AAAAAAAAADc/76pua3bYEIs/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-3334952929066801086</id><published>2007-07-10T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:56:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobots! Transform and roll out!</title><content type='html'>I want to "transform" my blog. So, I guess, it will be labeled under construction for a while!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-3334952929066801086?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/3334952929066801086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=3334952929066801086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/3334952929066801086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/3334952929066801086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/autobots-transform-and-roll-out.html' title='Autobots! Transform and roll out!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-9178548810516058726</id><published>2007-07-02T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:25:56.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The work of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit'/><title type='text'>Tears in Heaven</title><content type='html'>I cried in Church Sunday. Not many saw it. God, maybe Addison, maybe Jess. Part of the sermon by Reverend Huang (Huang Mu Shi) is directed to us, the youths. All of that part hit me. You see, Rev. Huang is a very charismatic speaker, and everything he said made sense. God was leading him. This is what God told me through him &lt;a href="http://www.shengdao.org.sg/sermons/01_07_2007.mp3"&gt;*LINK* &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finished, Huang Mu Shi led us in the response song (or rather response hymn) &lt;a href="http://www.cogmusic.org/audios/mp3/song_of_commitment.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;委身之歌&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the congregation was singing the song the second time. I could not open my mouth and tears started flowing out of my eyes. I felt so useless that i could not do much for God since i believe till then. God consoled me telling me that it is okay to be weak. Because we are all humans, and are susceptible to sins. "Come to me! Great things shall be done by your hands! Have faith in your God Almighty!" “Do not be dejected, because this is not the time to be.I am going to use you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father spoke to me about His Son through the Holy Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-9178548810516058726?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/9178548810516058726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=9178548810516058726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/9178548810516058726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/9178548810516058726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/07/tears-in-heaven.html' title='Tears in Heaven'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-6684261282268003662</id><published>2007-06-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:14.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I've received the acceptance from PSB academy / UWA. So I'll be starting school in September. PUSH. Pray Until Something Happen. Lord you knew that I needed this long before, and you gave it to me. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a wedding dinner last night, there are belly dancers there. Kind of reminded me of Hao Jie, his Belly Dancer song ring tone. So irritating (the ringtone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Ros-5CxaKbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pdeX5uVPmQk/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Ros-5CxaKbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pdeX5uVPmQk/s320/DSC00714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083225754135308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Ros_CyxaKcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RqdrVL_t3ec/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Ros_CyxaKcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RqdrVL_t3ec/s320/DSC00716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083225921639033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone down to PSB academy to make my 1st payment. I did know that transactions more than S$2000 is not allowed when using NETS. So I have to go down to the POSB to withdraw cash of S$4567.50. Since it was near the closing hours, the teller did not have much big notes, only 1 was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RotDNCxaKeI/AAAAAAAAADM/OzDjAcI7Y-Q/s1600-h/specimen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RotDNCxaKeI/AAAAAAAAADM/OzDjAcI7Y-Q/s320/specimen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083230495779203554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RotCIyxaKdI/AAAAAAAAADE/KJPAgmM-Av4/s1600-h/specimen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many S$50 notes. (71 to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RotDbyxaKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/hhBJVMzDqCw/s1600-h/specimen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RotDbyxaKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/hhBJVMzDqCw/s320/specimen+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083230749182274034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, you will only see a bundle of notes in the movie when people borrow money from the loansharks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-6684261282268003662?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/6684261282268003662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=6684261282268003662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6684261282268003662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6684261282268003662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Ros-5CxaKbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pdeX5uVPmQk/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-5194374667138914635</id><published>2007-06-27T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:16.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun ² Fun ² Fun ²'/><title type='text'>Felt like continuing</title><content type='html'>It felt that something is missing. This is because I think that the camp entry is unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that I had a haircut while I was at Malaysia? Nope right? Okay. I did, and I thought that it took me quite some bit of courage to do that; I always thought of myself as someone who would want my hair to look good, and I didn't know what will the haircut end up looking like. It was satisfactory, it was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Finally I got that sense of unrest off me. I thought that it would not do my experience justice by not telling out everything. I'll do  more justice and be a just person by posting a few more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIi4SxaKRI/AAAAAAAAABk/iRm8O8O_f_M/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIi4SxaKRI/AAAAAAAAABk/iRm8O8O_f_M/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080661680134433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowflying aircraft. Rather low stagnant aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIjOSxaKSI/AAAAAAAAABs/MhDPpgbOSLA/s1600-h/edited+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIjOSxaKSI/AAAAAAAAABs/MhDPpgbOSLA/s320/edited+train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080662058091555106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Wen (centre) edited this photo before sending it to me. That's Daryl sitting down. This train is found beside the train. At the front of some kite museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIj-yxaKTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3J5RE_s46BY/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIj-yxaKTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3J5RE_s46BY/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080662891315210546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside St. Paul Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIkaSxaKUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GczIKkF-M7g/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIkaSxaKUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GczIKkF-M7g/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080663363761613122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGGHH! The Black Pearl.. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIlEixaKVI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3YRXUMMN2Q/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIlEixaKVI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3YRXUMMN2Q/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080664089611086162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programmes of the last night! See all so excited. This is something like the appreciation night. It's also the father's day special programme. They gave out this "gift voucher" which is written by the kid and the presenter will present it to the father. Simply voucher which reads, "This voucher allow you to exchange for a*something" *something like a hug or a massgae by the child. Also there are pregrammes present by the different groups. The kids presented some songs and skit. Our student group lead a modified twister game. It was twisty chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIm9ixaKWI/AAAAAAAAACM/4mfGgQ-57cU/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIm9ixaKWI/AAAAAAAAACM/4mfGgQ-57cU/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080666168375257442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good lunch on the way back to prepare us for the endless walking during the shopping hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it felt good to go church! All the fellowship made me feel that a Christian is a very sociable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal for the 7th July production was getting better and smoother. It was actually okay to watch, compared to it was unbearable to watch it initially. Everybody gave in their efforts. Very good, well done. Rev Huang was there to help me by giving us some tips on the singing part. We practiced till quite late on Sunday. After that we had a very long conference to decide where to go for dinner. We ended up going to Bishan MOS burger. We wanted to go take some rides at the Uncle Ringo amusement park but the cost is too high. it's like 5 or 10 dollars per ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIqVixaKXI/AAAAAAAAACU/t3aKRo1d68Y/s1600-h/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIqVixaKXI/AAAAAAAAACU/t3aKRo1d68Y/s400/DSC00169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080669879227001202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not ride, but we shot photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIqqyxaKYI/AAAAAAAAACc/1xiJYNZW3t4/s1600-h/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIqqyxaKYI/AAAAAAAAACc/1xiJYNZW3t4/s400/DSC00171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080670244299221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot by Jian Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIq-ixaKZI/AAAAAAAAACk/yWnYdWTWAlE/s1600-h/DSC00168+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIq-ixaKZI/AAAAAAAAACk/yWnYdWTWAlE/s400/DSC00168+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080670583601637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very interesting shot. Jian Wen positioned his phone(cam), then ask me to take the shot. Then he and han Wei went in to make the kill, i mean they went in to pose. After I've shot it, I took a look and said," It looked as though the 2 of you were 'photoshoped' in." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIroSxaKaI/AAAAAAAAACs/zvUuMkRFKpk/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIroSxaKaI/AAAAAAAAACs/zvUuMkRFKpk/s400/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080671300861176226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao Jie and I wanted to ride this, but it was too expensive. So we just stare at the bumper cars.&lt;br /&gt;SMASH!! CRASH!! WHACK!! SCREECH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! it's 5:30pm already. I shall prepare myself for dinner. Meeting Min Hui and Qin Yi to eat before going to Church for meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-5194374667138914635?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/5194374667138914635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=5194374667138914635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/5194374667138914635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/5194374667138914635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/06/felt-like-continuing.html' title='Felt like continuing'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RoIi4SxaKRI/AAAAAAAAABk/iRm8O8O_f_M/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-4552162665205362838</id><published>2007-06-20T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:18.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN FUN FUN'/><title type='text'>In a week of Fun</title><content type='html'>Hey! Sentosa! The Amazing race. SF have an Amazing race at Sentosa. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjdXE_HpiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9npcqiVUaAk/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjdXE_HpiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9npcqiVUaAk/s400/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078051968405448226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun although the team I was facilitating got the last position. I must apologise for not reading the clues in advance (cheat a 'lil... haha).  That is why we went to take the lunge straight away after going up the skylift. We should have went to the Dragon trial after taking the skylift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjeL0_HpjI/AAAAAAAAABE/smjrwSlRKYY/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjeL0_HpjI/AAAAAAAAABE/smjrwSlRKYY/s400/DSC00709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078052874643547698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tan from that day, which lasted till now (2 weeks). Then I only got to shed my skin today. Delayed skin reaction. Funny skin of mine. Anyway, one more event happened in the meantime I was waiting for the skin to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Camp @ Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey, Daryl and I shared a room. From the few days we spent there, we can conclude that Daryl grinds his teeth hard, real hard and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have attended the Church Camp. 10 years in Church and this is the first time. My initial intention was to ask my mother along. Which then was so unfortunate that my uncle has to go to China and the shop which my parents shared with them still require tending. My mother said that she should stay in Singapore to help out at the shop. Next, I asked my father if it is a good idea to close the shop for a week and then the whole family can go to the camp. It seems that the shop cannot be left unattended because there are other vendors coming to rent part of the shop space, so someone have to be there to take care of this matter. Thus both my parents had to stay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending the camp makes me realise that being a 'whatever' infectious, contagious or influential Christian is even more important now than in the past. I'll have to sub 'ous' for this adjective because I do not know which is the correct one. Being a 'ous' Christian. Reason being that the world is changing the Christian point of view, changing the quality of Christian. So we must stay true to the teaching and follow the bible. The world easily sway Christian off their feet telling them the importance of making money. Spending time on work is more important that spending time with God. Labouring till we are dead tired and spend no time on Bible study everyday. This is the World view of how a normal person should live. Faith is just secondary. The world tells us that believing is using the heart, there is no need to live it out, just use your heart. Believing that Jesus is the savior is sufficient, there is no need for further actions. This is the world talking to us, with a louder voice that the Holy Spirit; the Holy Spirit has been muted by all these external factors. It made Christians think that these Christian values are obsolete and are not functional in modern times.  Spread the word, be a 'ous' Christian. I wanna add another ous to it. Serious. Christianity is like black and white. Either you are, or you are not. It is an identity, Either you are a someone or you are not at someone. You cannot be a ½ someone. (I'm a ½father? I'm a ½student? I'm a ½vegetarian???) When you believe that Jesus Christ cleansed your sins once and for ever, you are a Christian. Nothing less, nothing more. So, living as a Christian is how our lives ought to be, because we are one. My logic is simple: you are a male so live like one, you are a student behave like one. You are a Christian so live like one. Know your role and do it well. Remember the world is looking at us. So is God. Be responsible to the people or be responsible to God. Take a look at this verse.   &lt;h3&gt;Hebrews 13:5-7 (New International Version)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "Never will I leave you;&lt;br /&gt;   never will I forsake you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30232"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So we say with confidence,&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;   What can man do to me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30233"&gt;&lt;span class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith.&lt;/p&gt;Us it as a Reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon was good. Then the walk-tour around the place is not bad either. On the second day, Jian Wen, Daryl and I walked around during the free time. As were tired of the food from the Hotel, we had food from Pizza Hut. Then we were supposed to visit the "Red Church" but Jian Wen sort of forgot his way. We visited another Church though. St. Paul Church. It is an ancient building, no longer in use. Daryl was saying that he remembered he took a photograph when he was "this small" at the square window, and he wanted to take another one when he is "this big" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rnjs10_HpmI/AAAAAAAAABc/WMTljDVbnuI/s1600-h/IMG_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rnjs10_HpmI/AAAAAAAAABc/WMTljDVbnuI/s400/IMG_4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078068989360842338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Treasure Hunt on the third Day. We had to go to St. Paul Church again for the first stop. The last station (museum) needed quite some time and only a few representative needs to do it, so the rest of the team just sat around the outside of Christ Church Malacca aka Red Church which is the ending point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjqnE_HpkI/AAAAAAAAABM/PbZ-IXbraeM/s1600-h/IMG_4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjqnE_HpkI/AAAAAAAAABM/PbZ-IXbraeM/s400/IMG_4578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078066536934516290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting most of us would either have a Chendol drink or have an ice-cream while waiting for the few at the Museum to finish. Got to know some weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rnjrm0_HplI/AAAAAAAAABU/qCtVsFA2aK0/s1600-h/IMG_4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rnjrm0_HplI/AAAAAAAAABU/qCtVsFA2aK0/s400/IMG_4571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078067632151176786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdos have fun! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-4552162665205362838?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4552162665205362838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=4552162665205362838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4552162665205362838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/4552162665205362838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-week-of-fun.html' title='In a week of Fun'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RnjdXE_HpiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9npcqiVUaAk/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-446292555327761751</id><published>2007-06-06T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:08:17.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Happen</title><content type='html'>All these things happened a while ago. SO bear with the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17th May, I was at ICE³ (Serangoon Garden) when Aloysius called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm at ICE³, Why, you wanna come?"&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I'm already ½ way there!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wah! wat a coincidence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I got to see him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE³ is a ice-cream cafe. Their specialty is the "alcohol-in-test-tube-held-by-a-test-tube-holder-with-a-cup-of-ice-cream" The alcohol are mainly fruit-flavoured to suit your ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 23rd, Samantha flew to UK under the ELLEL ministry. WE went to the airport to send her off. I was the only guy there who is from LCC youth, not many of the TPBC people recognised me. Kind of awkward, but I told myself that the reason for me to be there is to send her off, I need not be affected by the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st May. Constance's Birthday Celebration at Novena. We decided that giving her a surprise before giving her the actual Birthday present is a much better way to surprise her then only giving her the surprise present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began like this. After receiving her message that we are invited, some of us are fretting over what to get her. Initially we wanted to get her the movie vouchers. But after consulting her boyfriend, he told us that it would not be of great use for her as it is him who usually pay for the tickets. Then he revealed to us that she mentioned that she wanted a Crumpler. So that's it, a Crumpler Bag it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day we had her by giving her a Crumpler bag, a plastic one, that's it. You could see that her expression was down by a fraction. But then she resumed her normal self after a while at the good food. After the meal was over, we then told her that there was actually another use for the plastic bag, and i got her to return me ther plastic bag. I asked her to close her eyes not to open until it's ready. I then placed her real present the Crumpler Western Lawn into the Crumpler Plastic Bag. She opened her eyes and got so excited, unable to wait to get to her new found bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-446292555327761751?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/446292555327761751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=446292555327761751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/446292555327761751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/446292555327761751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-happen.html' title='Things Happen'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-2315693692097741951</id><published>2007-05-15T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:20.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Waste</title><content type='html'>You know eating this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rkk7jeGb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/it8WOZl1jv8/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rkk7jeGb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/it8WOZl1jv8/s400/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064644736516354466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could give you red pee and red poo. Trust me, it's kinda interestng looking at red pee and poo. Not that I'm perverse or what, but this red flesh dragon fruit is more interesting than its white flesh friend. The red flesh variety has a fuller taste, quite similar to grape, but the white flesh has a lighter and refreshing taste. The kind of difference is like the difference between ale and lager, subtle yet obvious. You should try the fruits for yourself to really tell the difference. Currently, I'm more interested in sinking my teeth into the red flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, the JC class went out to celebrate Valerie birthday. We had dinner at Village (The hereen), then we moved over to IndoChine at Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rkk9qeGb8bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-ultHO0AoPs/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rkk9qeGb8bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-ultHO0AoPs/s400/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064647055798694322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band sang the birthday song &amp;amp; also Chasing Cars(Snow patrol) for Valerie. The band sang good. That was on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Addison had his first book out and he asked us out. We went to the White Tangerine at Kovan CC. They have a Chinese based band, but they said that they will sing English songs too. They sang Chasing Cars. That is why I compared both bands and think that the one from IndoChine is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I went to the interview at Baxter Healthcare. Its at Woodlands Industrial Park 2. And it took me a lot of sweat to get there. I was in a long sleeved shirt and has to travel to Kranji MRT station to transfer to a bus. Then I need to climb up a hill to reach the place. I do not know how the interview went. This is because I am the interviewed, not the interviewer. They said that they will call me in about 2 weeks to inform me if I am shortlisted or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-2315693692097741951?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/2315693692097741951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=2315693692097741951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2315693692097741951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/2315693692097741951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-waste.html' title='Red Waste'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rkk7jeGb8aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/it8WOZl1jv8/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-818042974251120182</id><published>2007-05-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:44:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MayDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.swatch.com/en/watches/mennaturally.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.swatch.com/en/watches/mennaturally.html" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, since it's already May, therefore I'll talk about what happened in April. Then after April, I'm talk about what happened in May, till now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. IT should be 6th of April, I went to help out Hao Jie at Kallang for a Duck Tour event. The time was fun, except that the 4 of us had to load and keep the 2 Dragonboats. From the day, other that getting a nice&lt;br /&gt;tan, i also got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RjsgXuGb8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HT_ugda_YU/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RjsgXuGb8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HT_ugda_YU/s200/IMG_2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060674198164992370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied some medicine on the affected spot. It is known to me only as some kind of bacterial or fungal infection. It's okay now. The only reason I am telling you this is that I want to post this picture. Talk about boring. And disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th April, I was at Tampines. I was actually ready to go home, but the heavy downpour held me back. Thus I walked around the malls, I was also trying to find a bilingual bible with English Standard Version and the Chinese "xin1 yi4 ben3". All Life bookshop does not carry "xin1 yi4 ben3" explained by the sales assistant. So I went to Century Square and noticed that there was a recording going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RjsiaeGb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fJ_LVYRrp64/s1600-h/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RjsiaeGb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fJ_LVYRrp64/s400/DSC00048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060676444432888210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. This also added on to the "hold me back" factor and I stayed for a while longer to watch. After seeing the 2 host at a closer distance, Quan Yi Feng is the prettier of them 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my Swatch Spring/Summer 2007  series watch! I don't actually know the series and model. It is the [feel up] from the [men naturally] series in the Swatch official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swatch.com/en/watches/mennaturally.html"&gt;http://www.swatch.com/en/watches/mennaturally.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the leather strap watch, the 4th watch in the 2nd row from the watch selector in the website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while I was in bed, attempting to sleep, I was disturbed by something small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rjsh3-Gb8YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uOwx3JXnHoY/s1600-h/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/Rjsh3-Gb8YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uOwx3JXnHoY/s320/DSC00051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060675851727401346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first felt it when I felt that something was crawling on my left knee. Then I tried to flick it away, but still felt it. Then I sat up and swap it away from my knee using the side of my palm. I then use a flashlight (hey this flashlight is the one I used in Police NS! It comes in very handy) to see what exactly was it. If you cannot picture it properly, it is a Queen ant. I know from her big behind. Ants do not have wings except the male drones and the Queen ant. the male drones have much slimmer behind than the queen and is of a darker colour than her brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being swapped away from my leg, she crawled around my mattress, right at the left corner. Soon after she conquered the left bed frame pole. Then she walked along the edge of the bottom end of the mattress. All along, I was using the flashlight. She was there until I took this picture. Right after that, I used the nails of my right index finger and thumb to nip at her wings and threw her out of my window. Freedom to both of us. She can go find her mate (she would not be here if she's mated; she would be too busy laying eggs) and I can go back to try and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last paragraph, I would like to apologise to those whom I'm part of their clique but have not seen me or gone out with me for the past few months. People like Daniel, Dean and Aloysius. (don't talk about Russell, he's in Australia) From MJC. People like Nigel, Lionel from NS. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-818042974251120182?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/818042974251120182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=818042974251120182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/818042974251120182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/818042974251120182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/05/mayday.html' title='MayDay'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UT9YsCc_yfs/RjsgXuGb8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HT_ugda_YU/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481948.post-6795442347495264472</id><published>2007-04-25T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:41:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iWindows</title><content type='html'>Vista, at last. You know, when Microsoft launches new products., a lot of Mac/Apple fanatics will try to make some humor out of it. But although for me, I am not a Mac/Apple Fanatic, I just want to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does Vista stands for?&lt;br /&gt;A: Various Improvements, Similar to Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this from my friends, quite funny, quite lame. But I'm calling my OS, the iWindows. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought that it would be a major "operation" for me to upgrade Xp Media Centre Edition to Vista Home Premium. Thus following the advices on the upgrade manual, I did back-up of my files and all. The upgrade, it really is only an upgrade of the OS from Xp to Vista. it does not affect he other programmes and stuffs unless you choose to install a clean copy of Windows. The advice to back-up the files, is simply, for back-up. Just in case. After that, there was a little hassle going on, where I have to manually install some of the audio and graphics divers from the HP website. That's about it all that I have to do. This looks more like a plastic surgery than an organ transplant operation. It beautifies the looks of the desktop, and it goes all smooth, you know what I mean by smooth when you start to use Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom tooth is 'growing". I mean it is showing more and more of itself. So excited for my new teeth. I wonder when the other 3 will be born. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still school-less, but I'm seeking help. So NO WORRIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-6795442347495264472?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/6795442347495264472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=6795442347495264472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6795442347495264472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6795442347495264472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/04/iwindows.html' title='iWindows'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-6437852963169808259</id><published>2007-04-23T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:28:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postman</title><content type='html'>Let me whine a little here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did not Blog, friends says that I did Blog, fair enough. But when I blog regularly, no one notices it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, things happens for over a month since the last entry, some big,some small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is one new news, my upper left wisdom tooth is emerging. It's news, alright! It not painful; I just felt funny/weird, just like a big baby, teething at 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next entry will be after I upgrade my Campaq system to Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the next generation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-6437852963169808259?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/6437852963169808259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=6437852963169808259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6437852963169808259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/6437852963169808259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/04/postman.html' title='Postman'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-1491405692887381537</id><published>2007-03-21T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:44:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend II</title><content type='html'>People are sculpted by friends around them during their growing phase, they are like some sort of mould. They mould one into the person that they will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already am the person I am now. Do I still need friends to mould me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-1491405692887381537?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/1491405692887381537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=1491405692887381537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1491405692887381537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/1491405692887381537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/03/friend-ii.html' title='Friend II'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-167769636158934885</id><published>2007-03-20T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:08:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>After the listening to Min Hui on the bus, I now think that it does not mean the more you know a person, the better a friend the person is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often it when you want to give a person his/her status of being your own good friend before you will go and understand him/her more. This status of being another person's good friend is not up to you to earn, but rather for that other person to bestow to you. It is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get this feeling that a lot of friendships are like that. Think about it, analyse it. Why is there so much logical thinking involved in something that functions using emotion. There are so much external conditions and judging involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Yang Mu Shi's sermon about friend (Proverbs) on Sunday, it then dawned onto me that being a friend that was described in his sermon is very easy. Very biblical, very easy. But being that 'friend' that your friend expects you to be, that is not so easy. Being someone that the person wants you to be, is not the image of friend that I think that Proverbs (or Yang Mu Shi)  is talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-167769636158934885?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/167769636158934885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=167769636158934885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/167769636158934885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/167769636158934885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/03/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-7977871240918565416</id><published>2007-03-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:26:35.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd time</title><content type='html'>I actually blew my top again for the 3rd time that I can remember. That's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time was at my Grandmother over some eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time was at my sister over some disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;Just now was the 3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was transfered to Tan Tock Seng Hospital's Kopitiam foodcourt from Tampines's branch. I was very unwilling. Due to many factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to work, I told myself that I will try to adapt. But all the things happening there are those that irritates me the most. All together. Handling cash, cannot have a mind of my own, no communication. I cannot expect myself follow commands that was barked at me, without knowing if I'm doing the correct thing; without knowing if I'm serving the correct beverage to the correct customer, because the other lady works like she is a separated limb from the 'team'. She just carry on asking the next person on the queue and prepare the drinks way too advance  and then just ask me to serve and collect the money. I function this way: I must know that I am doing hte correct thing before I do it, or else I will feel very bad about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excused myself when there was a one second break to go to the toilet. The queue is endless and it never seems to stop. I had to excuse myself when I spotted a break in the queue. In the toilet cubicle, I asked myself, why do I have to torture myself staying here? And then I started to unbutton my uniform. I marched out of the toilet towards the lift. I wanted to go visit my grandmother. When I reached the ward, I saw my grandmother, my mother, my uncle and my aunt. I had this thought, a very dramatic scene where you can only see in the shows. I could not control myself then and I threw that piece of uniform on the floor and I try to yell softly (because it is a hospital, and because it's been a long time I got so angry that I forgot how to shout) "I'm not working anymore!" in Chinese (wo bu yao zhuo le!). I proceeded to sit down next to my grandmother's bed. My uncle was the first to respond saying that I cannot lose my cool like that, what more there are patients here and the might be frightened. Then my mother said," since you don't like then stop working." And that was the thing I was deciding to do. I think walked straight in tot he office and told the manager that I want to quit in a very cold manner. I can see that she was very shocked by my actions and she was quite dumbfounded as she did not know how to respond. Her reply was that I need to give a 3 days in advance notice of termination of work. I answered immediately," today is the 1st day." Her idea was that I finished my work for the day before leaving, then I told her that I was sick ( i really felt so) and I have to go for an MC that day (which I did not in the end). Later she asked the OE to let me sign the termination form, I hesitated for awhile, and told her that I have to make a call.  I called Min Hui to get Gina's number which then she told me that the branch manager is the one who plans the duty roster and for shopping malls, it is very hard to cater to our need to be excused from the weekends. That was one of the reasons that i was being transfered to TTSH branch. Thus I've got a proposal to work on Saturday morning. Gina told me to call the Tampines branch manager and tell him about it. I called. In the end we were transfered back to Tampines branch and I was not quitting the job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TTSH manager then talked to me about this thing, saying that she understood that us young people might get a bit impulsive (like me, but it worked) because for a lot of young people are educated and it is not the best job to be a shop assistant. She thought that people like us are more suitable to work in the administrative side instead. I agreed with her. We had a little small talk and that cooled me off a bit. I asked her about the other branches' people and the MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the ward. I thought to myself: I should have felt better after letting off some steam, but it did not. I would have if I'm not a Christian, but I not sure if I would have enjoyed the moment as a Christian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-7977871240918565416?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/7977871240918565416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=7977871240918565416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/7977871240918565416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/7977871240918565416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/03/3rd-time.html' title='3rd time'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-560046867899798249</id><published>2007-03-05T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:49:15.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growl</title><content type='html'>Too painful to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I was feeling for the past 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-560046867899798249?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/560046867899798249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=560046867899798249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/560046867899798249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/560046867899798249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/03/growl.html' title='growl'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-117247584022801716</id><published>2007-02-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:51:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Time</title><content type='html'>Another realisation that I realised. This one happened yesterday at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the hospital visiting my grandmother. She was admitted a few days ago. She was fine until the eve of the CNY. On the eve and till now, she seems sort of lethargic and kept on falling into sleep every now and then, when she doing something or not doing something. When you talk to her, she could fall asleep responding to you. Then on the 2nd day of CNY there is a bruise on her right eye. It looked horrible. Tt covered the whole quarter of her face, and because of this bruise she could not even open her good eye to look at us properly. In the end the adults decided to admit her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have realised is that God had given us enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 20 this year. I have lived 20 years on this earth. When I looked at my mother (yesterday at the hospital), I was thinking that I need to live another of my (until now) lifetime to reach 40 (or about my mother's age). Then I turned to look at my Grandmother, and then I thought that it would be another double life (2x40) to reach my grandmother's age (rough estimate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that 20 years and I have achieved so much, what more another 20, then another 40. It is very traumatising to know that you (I) have to go through another of what you (I) have gone through to reach say a parent's age, a more mature adult, a breadwinner's prime. And then live through another time of your (my) already gone through life to reach a grandparent's age, a successful guardian, a retired person. It is comforting to know that you (I) have to go through another of what you (I) have gone through to lead people into believing Christ, teaching new christians, organising camps. There is enough time for all these, for people like us. This life expectancy thing, God has given us about 100 or a little less, but lets just round it up to a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm 20 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-117247584022801716?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/117247584022801716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=117247584022801716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117247584022801716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117247584022801716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/02/enough-time.html' title='Enough Time'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-117181836625518687</id><published>2007-02-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:06:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything. What is that?</title><content type='html'>Practice is not the only key to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During reunion dinner at my paternal grandmother's place, I noticed that her cooking taste as good as ever. You might argue that she has been cooking everyday. But cooking Chinese New Year dishes everyday?? Bamboo Shoots with Chicken &amp; Sea Cucumber. I enjoyed this dish the most, and the reason that I look forward to go to her place every Chinese New Year Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience and good memory counts. This is one new way that I view how things work in this world. Practice is not everything there is to carry out your life. Be it  in studies, sports, gaming, eating, cooking, dating. From tonight, I saw that practice is not the key to make it or break it. Experience in the field is more essential to it, to the thing that you are doing. Experience as in experiencing the event and not experience as in accumulated experience over many practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing a certain event and remember it. To do it again, simply replicate. There does not contain any traces of doing it over and over and over again like in practising. To make something work, just did it a first time (found a successful time) and repeat it the second time if required. Add in some modifications if desired. Commit it to your good memory so that whenever you need this specific skill, your superb memory can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being right is one way something works, the other is simply wrong. Either something is done right or its done wrong. There is only 2 side to this coin. Repeating the right movement for the activity that you do makes that thing being done correctly. Practice means trial and error. And error means that the action is not correct. You might have to try some a few times to get it right, but after that it is just repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually up to here, I think that practice is not the key to perfection. Trial and repetition is the way to get things done the correct way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe practice does have its worth to make you eventually do things faster, but you do have to get it right before you want to do it faster, don't you? Won't want to waste time practising on some wrong practices do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not agree instantly with my new view. But read it a few more times, see how i structure my argument. See if I make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-117181836625518687?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/117181836625518687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=117181836625518687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117181836625518687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117181836625518687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/02/everything-what-is-that_17.html' title='Everything. What is that?'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-117124516690349697</id><published>2007-02-12T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T09:52:46.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Health</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, I  tried something that was featured in Men's Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5943/489/1600/543486/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5943/489/320/874142/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you spotted anything different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5943/489/1600/336547/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5943/489/320/942750/Picture%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I modified some of the ingredients. The fish tasted wonderful, although it is more overcooked compared to the original photograph's. But the salsa, well, lets just say that I'm not the chef that was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I decided to make it a simpler dish on Wednesday by making  a mushroom sauce instead of the salsa. It taste much better then the salsa that I attempted to make previously, but I would say there there is room for improvement. But there is something very wrong. I did not use lemon for any part of the dish on Wednesday,thus the fish smell sticked to me wherever I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating my lunch, I got to know that Russell is flying off that very evening. He did not even tell me anything. What a good friend. So I planned my day: to go to the library, then to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to Bishan Library to return books. Imagine the people who shunned me along the way and on the bus. I bet they smell something fishy that day. I popped by at BCH to say 'hi' to Qin Yi though, did not think she smell my fishiness maybe because the BBQ pork aroma had masked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to the airport is about 1hr45mins. From the starting point to the end, or rather for bus 53, the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5943/489/1600/396422/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5943/489/320/762616/Picture%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reunion, at last. Noticed that I am the only one wearing surf pants, and all the others are wearing long pants. Russell is going away for at least 7-8 years. I really hope that our relationship as good friends will not just fade away like that. What a friend lah, never even tell me his plans. Haha, but never mind lah... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following 2 days, I went out to make money at Kallang from SAVA, a private Dragon boat association/company who organises and coordinate Dragonboating &amp;amp; kayaking events. They are also distributer for dragonboats. I guess that my description is correct. Yeah!! i got my tan from the 2 days of sun. Sanding and then lacquering the boats under the sun is no joke. This is really hard-earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the day when the O levels result is announced. My sister got a L1R5 better than me. haha. 12. Wa lao. beter than me leh. How can. Tsk Tsk Tsk. Ok lah, very good. Now she can go almost wherever she wants. Friday is also the night when Addison's performance was on. I has been a long time since I have went for a band performance and I have lost touch with this kind of music, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-117124516690349697?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/117124516690349697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=117124516690349697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117124516690349697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117124516690349697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/02/mens-health.html' title='Men&apos;s Health'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-117060578743540729</id><published>2007-02-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:16:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn</title><content type='html'>I guess that I will be learning lessons of being patience and not to come to conclusion too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if it is God's intended lesson for me (because he is too almighty for me to know how he works) but i think I will be learning patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get the starhub job. But the relief-teaching job seems hopeful because I am waiting for the online application to be fully processed. Currently I have been given provisional approval for my application to register as a Relief Teacher. It is an intern period. I have to check back at the web page one month later to see the result of the final status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, I can go to a certain school, cause the OM (or i supposed) has promised my aunt that  he will take me in when i go there. I think I am going to try tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for this week: to shed that fat for CNY!!&lt;br /&gt;Go to my parent's shop in the morning. Go to the gym in the afternoon. Continue packing my room in the later afternoon (加油!!). Then have proper rest in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Dan's birthday chalet tomorrow. Hope that I will not miss the last episode of 最高点 tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-117060578743540729?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/117060578743540729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=117060578743540729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117060578743540729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117060578743540729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/02/learn.html' title='Learn'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-117016840553000561</id><published>2007-01-30T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:46:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work.</title><content type='html'>Last thing first. When I was about to reach home, I remembered that I had a missed call from an unknown number. I was at my doorstep when I returned the call. She answered the call, and the first thing she asked was "are you still looking for temp job?". Initially, I thought that she was the pet shop owner, calling to ask me if I'm still available to work at her shop. Then she was telling me about Sentosa and to go for some walk-in interview. Her voice sounds like Yan Fang, but is is unlike her tone. Then it struck me, the way she talked has a slight accent. I asked her," are you Cindy?' She replied," ..you thinking of another girl.. " or it sounded something like that (I was very tired, I could not catch much of what she was saying, only heard 'temp job', 'Sentosa', 'walk-in', 'other girl' and 'Serene'). All my guesses were wrong. She is Serene as she 're'-introduced herself to me. Then we had a short talk about looking for job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about jobs. And almost everything about me. When things don't come, they disappeared, vanished and almost like avoiding me. But when things come, they come in bunches, and the more it comes, the better it gets. Last time, it was outings. This week it is job opportunities. After December, I've actively asked many people about job vacancies, no one seems to be of help. I've sent out many resumes, but there was only one response. I've went to the pet shop behind my house and she said that she will keep me in mind and call me when the place gets besy (CNY period). But there was no call or email for so very long. Just 2 days ago, Aloysius told me that I could work at his parent's company. Last night, I heard my Mother said that my3rd aunt asked one of SA junior school staff if there are any vacancies for relief teaching because I am interested. He informed her that I can go down to the school to look for him. Just this afternoon, StarHub's staff called me and told me to go for an interview tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-117016840553000561?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/117016840553000561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=117016840553000561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117016840553000561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117016840553000561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-work.html' title='Work work.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-117008432199059257</id><published>2007-01-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:25:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month's Time</title><content type='html'>If you spotted the trend. It is really happening once every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one month since Joel left Singapore for Caribbean. And only until now that I have 'spoken' to him (via MSN). So all I want to say now is that he is an extraordinary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today. A job found me. Aloysius called me in the morning and asked me if I'm still wanting a job. I asked him about the nature of the job and he replied that I am to be a driver for his father courier's company. I then discussed it with my father before agreeing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, I joined Aloysius, his father, and his cousin (who worked with his father too) for lunch. After lunch I had a conversation about dogs with his mother, because the real guy (the permanent employee) doing the delivery is not ready yet. Soon after we (actually only I) ventured into the strange world of MacPerson, West Coast, Bt Batok, Clementi, Sunset Way, Industrial Estates, Science Parks etc. He is very familiar with all these places, not me, I only do the driving, he knows the way. But even before the van was out of the building something scary happened; I accidentally drove too near to the multi storey carpark's wall and scratched the side of the van. Actually nothing much else happened, I drove there, he got out and sent the item, he got back into the van and I drove off to the next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except only one place. Sunset way area. While I was waiting for him (by the way he is Uncle Leong) in the van. I saw someone whom I know from the right side mirror. She was jogging. I never thought that it would be so coincidental. She is the one of the TL from BT Timah NPC. I got down and spoke to her. As usual, she talked only about work and Police stuffs. She asked me to consider joining VSC. It was a short conversation. I resumed my work after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the office was a tiring effort. There was a traffic jam and my feet were aching because I had to constantly exert  force on the paddles. It was not a easy feat but i managed to complete it. For the sake of going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reaching the office, I've noticed a very familiar blue-merc behind my van. Aloysius was driving it. We were at the dreaded multi storey carpark. Upon reaching, we got out and proceeded into the office. Aloysius's mother suggested that the van should be parked at a certain lot. Aloysius then took over the key and decided to give it a try. He failed. He said," I  give up." Couldn't even start the vehicle properly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we leave, Aloysius and his mother inspected the damage that I've unleashed. She told me not to worry since it is only a small scratch and a dent. I was comforted by the words she spoke. When we leave that place, Aloysius sent me to a coffee shop near my place so that I can have my dinner. That's about it all. Thank God for letting Aloysius be my friend, and thanks Aloysius that your father's company has a vacancy for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I'm s$50 richer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-117008432199059257?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/117008432199059257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=117008432199059257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117008432199059257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/117008432199059257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-months-time.html' title='One Month&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-116745112976466359</id><published>2006-12-13T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:58:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Backtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is actually 30th dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ORD loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I've yet to fulfil. TO maintain the tummy. haha. Remember the challenge to train up our tummy and to see who has the washboard abs achieed before ORD? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-116745112976466359?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/116745112976466359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=116745112976466359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116745112976466359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116745112976466359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/12/backtrack-today-is-actually-30th-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-116489971833100577</id><published>2006-11-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:15:18.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be free</title><content type='html'>The time is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets talk about November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1724 helped Joel celebrated his birthday at a location you would least expect anyone would held it at. MacDonalds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1587.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1591.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1744?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1584.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely 1724?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1585.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1601.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played afool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played with Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played with Baloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played with hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've played with Joel's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was MacNight that was. We had a MacBirthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th, I followed the SF camp committee to Choa Chu Kang. I forgot the exact address, but it is very near to the Home Team Academy. No 50 somewhere, just continue along Sungei Telok after the academy.  I was thinking that it would be a great camp. Sorry I do not have any photos to show you guys. But the place, one whole campsite belongs to us; we can use the whole place without restriction. AND it is big too. Just wait for the actual day. 18th to 21st December!&lt;br /&gt;The Next Big Thing is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, this Hao Jie dragged me to his house. Because his family was chosen for the Christmas event video interview. Well, he asked me to just go to his place as I have yet been to his place before. Haha, good reason. I agree. Reason number 2, becuase he said that he had something which he want to give to me. But when I reached his place, he said that he had hid it so well from his brother, that he could not find it himself. Joke leh. Haha. Hao Jie please do not, i repeat DO NOT read the statement in the brackets (actually i went to his place because  more of reason no. 2. Don't tell him. Haha).&lt;br /&gt;Well, to begin with, it was very last minute that he asked me to go to his place, and it will be in a rush because it is right after worship. Then we do not know if there is transport to and fro. Then the next thing is that I will be of no use to any part of the production, so all the more I should not be there to take up space.&lt;br /&gt;But then, actually we had enough time in the end, as the filming team will only leave after lunch. Then Da Quan is going there in his Toyota Picnic which is spacious for 6 passengers. And well, lastly, Hao Jie asked me over to his place to, well, take up the space. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a question who else heard of the University of the Nations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Suntec. Addison Min Hui and me. Our original plan is to watch Casino Royale. But then we kinda missed the original time slot. So we decided to settle down for Subway sandwich (since I have not tried before) + Carl's Jr Drink (since it's free flow) and have sort of Bible study revision. After finishing the snadwich, we then shifted over to Carl's Junior. Addison and I shared another burger since he complained of not being so full.&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was 915pm in the night. I then asked them if they want to watch the movie. After 5minutes in the toilet, I finally decided. I then told them that we should do what we came to do. And we watch the 945 show. 007&lt;br /&gt;The show ended at 5 past midnight, and by the the time we reached the bus stop, we realised that the bus left like about 5 mins ago, almost got it. Worse, we do not have enough money with us, only left about 18 totaled up. Guessed what? We then walked from Suntec via Nicoll Highway then across Medake Bridge finally reaching some place around Kallang almost reaching Geylang, more accurately off Guillardmard Road. so there came a taxi and we hopped on. Wheni told that uncle that we hane only got about 10+ dollars, the uncle geve us the 'kinda-scared' expression. But according to Addison who is the last to alight, that the money is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the Camp, and also for an event which is nearer to come.&lt;br /&gt;ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-116489971833100577?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/116489971833100577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=116489971833100577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116489971833100577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116489971833100577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/11/soon-to-be-free.html' title='Soon to be free'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-116364973678259051</id><published>2006-11-16T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:02:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITE</title><content type='html'>It is coming to an end. My NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something had to happen at this point of time. Just to briefly mention it here. I accidentally got a portable radio set (walkie talkie that cost about S$7000++ each) spoilt during patrol. An official Police report had to be made as it is an official equipment, and it was being damaged during official duty time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might heard this in the Army that accidents like this can be covered up by superiors, but things do not work this way here. So, seriously, the report has to be made. Not anyone's fault to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely a bad month. At least i have a lot of rest days due to the leave days and also the weekends. I was able to have bit more outings with my friends, from here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel had then present to me my birthday present when I gone over to his place after we watch "The Covenant". It is a "DC Showcase SUPERMAN vol1" comic book. I have always been interested in comics. Paticularly in Superman and his gang (DC)  and also X-men (Marvel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tuesday, I went to Dulos, the world largest floating bookfair. It is actually a ship dokced at Harbour Front. It is also a Christian Ministry, sort of, because as it has Christian related seminars and books there. Went there with HaoJie and Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it is coming to the mid of November already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-116364973678259051?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/116364973678259051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=116364973678259051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116364973678259051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116364973678259051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/11/ite.html' title='ITE'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-116239197446138296</id><published>2006-10-31T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:47:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Summary of October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few significant events that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st October&lt;br /&gt;Went to Heeren, at the used-to-be Marche restaurant. Now is is called Village. Hao Jie also went with me to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Beer, one of the alcoholic drinks I would recommend. Erdinger Beer. Try the light one, although I am having the Dark one. If you can get hold onto an Erdinger Crystal, that would be the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/01102006416.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/01102006410.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th October&lt;br /&gt;Kok Boon's got married! Our dear colleague (my chauffeur). He had held the event at Armaran Country Club at Pasir Ris. Not much pictures here because I am not the one who did the photogragh taking that night. Well, Seng was there with his trusty Ixus, and there is always the hired photographer! I only took a pic of someone putting on a Ultraman Helmet, kinda made her looked like that superhero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00654.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a cab with Elaine, sent her home first before meeting my JC budds at Serangoon Garden, at a place called Happy Dazes Retro Bistro. It really is happy daze there. Played card, won some lost some.Altogether there were 4 of us. Aloy, Andy, Xue Qian and myself. So after that, the 4 curious boys spotted a dart machine there and decided to try our skills at throwing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00653.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00652.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00651.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teams, 1 comprising of Andy and Xue Qian, 2 comprising of Aloy and me, ties at 2 games out of 4. Good throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th October&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday! I took leave. There was this class outing that night @ Plaza Singapura. Russ, Dan, Val, WeiJian, YongYi, Gabriel, Erienne, YunXuan, Rena were there. I might have missed out someone. Sorry about that, I'm not a supercomputer, can't recall everything. Well I was thinking if anyone could remember that it was my birthday. I had initially decided to keep quiet to see. Actually most of them remembered. Val bought a cake, well, it's a piece of cake for me with a candle on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5943/489/1600/DSC00640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5943/489/320/DSC00640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wen to watch the movie "scoop" as it was the only movie that weekend night that had enough seats for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th October&lt;br /&gt;I believed it was a Friday. HaoJie and I met Joel for a movie at Plaza Singapura again. The Departed. I have not watched the original story prior to that day. The original story is actually Hong Kong's Infernal Affairs. Joel suggested that we go for it as he had expected it to be a good show. I ended up liking the show quite a lot. Next is dinner time, we lingered around town and finally went down to citilink at City Hall. We had dinner at this Asian Kitchen place at the corner next to Thai express. As both HaoJie and me cannot make it for Saturday's 1724 Bible study, Joel thought that he might as well give us the lesson that night since we are at it. We were actually "watching the preview show" Haha. Then we moved over to Esplanade to continue to lesson as not to hogged onto the seats at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 615px; height: 461px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00641.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th October&lt;br /&gt;ORD Medical Chcekup. I was kena sabotaged to be the van driver to send my fellow NServicemen to Old Police Academy for the checkup. They just wanted someone who can drive and my dear friend SK volunteered me. Haha... becuase I have driven van before.&lt;br /&gt;My medical shows that I am normal, meaning that I will be in the same Pess status (B) as when I entered NS.&lt;br /&gt;After the Checkup, Sk, Louis and YongChuen decided that we shold catch a movie at the new VivoCity after lunching at DHQ.&lt;br /&gt;MAN, the seats was big, huge. But i felt that it was not the best scorer in the comfortable test. It was far too hard and the seats are too straignt up, it seems like you are seated in a 90º position. We watched "Silk". It is supposed to be a horror film, but I thought that it becamae a science fiction film instead.&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk at the building. Guess who we saw, I did not know her name, but she is the WPO trainee who was in training at the same time as us in TRACOM when were in NPCO course. I think you might remember her better as the better looking girl in her squad. Haha. There was not many to start with, so it should be easy to narrow down to who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st October&lt;br /&gt;I attended a Worship training at Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th October&lt;br /&gt;We had this DIY pizza buffet + Kong Ba Pau lunch at Joel's. It was really a great lunch. We mixed all sorts of ingredients onto the pizza dough and then chuck it one side into the oven for it to bake.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was bible study by Joel. As it was my 1st off day. They sais that I looked so stoned. Thus this might explain the fact that I really did not get the lesson on the spot. I cannot really comprehend what Joel was trying to tell the class althogh I can remember what he said.&lt;br /&gt;After class, we played card game "Loot" and then board game "Monopoly". Guess who was the richest. Me, of course. It was how I was saying, "little by little, it will generate into bigger wealth" heehee. I was like buying all the cheap land and utilities, which whenever, I would only collect $4 or $6. But then I was able to build Hotels on my lands all at a turn. It turned out that I will be collecting $660. Then in the end, all the others combined forces to play against me. Due to time constrain, we ended the game before we have a rightful winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th October&lt;br /&gt;Hao Jie and I went to Marina Bay to fly kite. It was my first time to try this activity. Well, it really is worth my try. We bought a $2.50 kite initially. Seeing how easily HJ flew the kite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00645.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he still can use his phone, I then went back to the uncle to buy another one.&lt;br /&gt;With the same ease, the kite flew up high too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/kite.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00642.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the 2 kites? Click the image to find out where they are! Red is his, Green is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th October&lt;br /&gt;I have to attend a Church Retreat Meeting. It was a full day event comprising of a workshop, lunch, sermon, fellowship and dinner. It was conducted at my friend's (han Wei) condo's MPH.&lt;br /&gt;After that I took a walk with my friends (Han Ying, Min Hui) and her mother(Han Mama) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00646.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Halloween Season!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think between 25th to 28th I went to Compasspoint wanting to get a phone, but to no avail. Instead we (family) bought a DVD player instead because I had hilighted to my pop that the player at home will have jerky images when showing DVD films. I thus rented some DVD to watch and found that it had the same problem as the previous player. So we went back on 28th with the DVD and the player wanting to get a change. But we found out that those rented discs might have been pirated disc. Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i trusted the Courts Salesman and did not change the palyer since the problems are the discs. I think I should start looking for new DVD rental places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st October&lt;br /&gt;Work Work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-116239197446138296?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/116239197446138296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=116239197446138296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116239197446138296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116239197446138296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-116176312176063028</id><published>2006-10-25T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:58:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Confession: It has been a long time since I have bible study session that awed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a ego thing, I know, and I know that it is wrong. But what is it. Is that the thing that will strike me when attending a good bible study session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can say that it has really been a long time since this thing hit me. Would I want to consider this thing the Holy Spirit. Who is the one inside me, telling me what is the Good, what is the Bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is the Holy Spirit only starting work recently? Then it might be considered a very sad thing; needing such long a time to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell with it! (Oops) These few times are good Bible Study sesions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I not gotten so inspired before after other Bible Study sessions. I learnt and picked up a lot from the recent sessions. I have discovered and made relisations that have never crossed my mind. Somehow my curious mind was satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I only know that Jesus appearence is supposed to fulfil these prophecies, and now I explicitly know which action he did caused the great revolution among Believers. How exactly parts of the Old Testament linked to the New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I only take what was presented to me as it was. Now what I have experienced is that I know why it was like. Roses are red. Violets are blue? It is like that people just  accept that red rose is red in colour. But do you know that white light is the light that is shone onto the red rose, and that the other 6 colours are being absorbed, thus only the red is being reflected. That is why our eyes detected this red so the rose appear red. Technically, the rose is not red; it only reflets red light. Christians should have fellowship. People accepts this fact. One can also believe in God, and not to go to Church. He is still a Christian because he is saved, isn't he? Well, fellowship, is made for man to stay close to God. For man to stay solo, it is against God's plan. The church should act as one body as Jesus have always taught. To love and to care about people around you will show that our love comes from God. Our love is limited; God's love is limitless. It is impossible to love everyone around us, unless we are powered by God's love. Coming together as a Body reminds one another of what we are, and that we need God's Love.&lt;br /&gt;We are God's Children and He have us in his mind when we are still formless. You can try to not go Church, but you just remember that you do not answer to the pastor, your church leader, your guardian angel, your buddy, not even your father or mother. You will not face them during the Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that such Bible studies sessions are frequent scenes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've waited. I might have the chance to know how to prepare and lead a good Bible Study session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray that We will all get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-116176312176063028?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/116176312176063028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=116176312176063028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116176312176063028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/116176312176063028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-115856711467017701</id><published>2006-09-18T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:11:54.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Life</title><content type='html'>Police life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team had arrested 2 peeps for commiting an offence of Assaulting a Public Servant. On top of several other offences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is me, the other is my other NS colleague. The 2 Public Servant...&lt;br /&gt;For me, we were checking people with this outsider decided to came into the picture and interupt us. Thus, 1 guy managed to escape in the commotion. This guy then tried to hit any Policeman. I was the nearest one. But I did not felt any thing on my back. According to my boss, he hit me at my back. I only saw him kicked my thigh when I turned around. He was like atempting to whack any one to get back at Police before fleeing the scene. But he was caught when the 4 of us chased after him. He was speedy, but not smart as he ran into a dead end (in the big big Orcahrd Road). 2 offences. Obstructing and assaulting.&lt;br /&gt;My colleague case. Well, I only knew that the officers were trying to calm him down. He was not calming down, instead he was getting worse. So have to arrest for him behaving disorderly. Then he started spitting at Officers (all 4 of them), vulgarities flooded the place from his mouth. And my friend got head-buted...&lt;br /&gt;4 offences. Disorderly, criminal force, abusive language, assaulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on another day, September 9th. I was arresting someone. Then I spotted one very familiar bicycle. At the property storage space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00639.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met aloysius for breakfast one morning at Serangoon Gardens Macs. Aloysius told me that he had lost his bicycle, well, from his house. Which was very incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few shifts later, which is the 9th. I spoted the bicycle. The day after, which is my 1st off day, Alosius called me and said that the Police had managed to nab the culprit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th September. IMF starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th. I'm on the ground! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00638.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duty is vast. You can see that from the news. Well, at least Police Logistics is providing the adequate support for us. By the iQqueeze and iSynchrinize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00637.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cans of Red Bull, and vitamin C tablets. The catered food is better than normal deployment food, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the IMF is finished...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-115856711467017701?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/115856711467017701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=115856711467017701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/115856711467017701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/115856711467017701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/09/police-life.html' title='Police Life'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-115407235921521078</id><published>2006-07-28T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:55:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well..</title><content type='html'>Well well, what have we here, 2 months old of dust for me to start blowing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful, because the following post contains blasting pictures which will, and it will definitely blow your minds away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 408px;" src="file:///D:/TPC/batam%20trip/IMG_1305.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On board ye deck, ya O mater!&lt;br /&gt;Back row: Yin Qing, Shawn, Amanda, Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;Front row: myself, Yvonne, Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 317px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Board Penguine 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 183px; height: 245px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 183px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meridians!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris Resort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one&lt;br /&gt;We went to the city center (which I conveniently forgot the name of the place). Aloysius needed to find white pepper for his boss, which he claimed that is very famous in Batam. But we went to 3 supermarket, however, there is every other spices except white pepper in the spice section. One thing there is that you are able to bargain with the taxi driver regarding the price of the fare, and usually they have no choice but to comply to the request (more like demand) because they have to make a living. One more thing, we really do have the Singaporean Tourist look on the city streets, because wherever we were, the taxi will start to sound theit horn or signal to us asking if we needed a ride. You will not see them doing this to other people along the street. Some drivers who were like resting, will dart out of nowhere, approacing you and straight away they quote a price without you saying anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the F&amp;N coffee cream soda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how the coffee cream soda will make your teeth turn white!!&lt;br /&gt;Look at our proud models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that Aloy's pointing to? Ever wondered how fast Amanda's hair grew so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing abou the taxis there is that the sppedometer is always non-functional. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go-karting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your blindspot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pro. Keep left unless overtaking!! And he/she is keeping right almost all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-19.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Rally King, being crown!! and he is into the Pit Stop! Getting a change of vehicle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-20.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-21.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Faster run away before Aloysius does anything funny or even worse, if he cracks a not funny joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that we went for a 2nd round, and i got this really out of maintananced kart. The accelerator is stuck. So during one of the corner, I skidded into the grass patch, thus i got up and tried to move the kart aside, while doing so, the kart went wild and it moved sightly towards me instead of straight. I (generally) evaded, but unfortunately my left foot forgot to 'siam'. The top of my feet was cut, quite badly. Then came the moment, the only time when I hated alcohol more than ever. The guys used alcohol, and cotton wool to cleanse my wound. Intense is the word to describe all my muscles in my body. I felt like my soul was like a wriggly worm trying to squirm out of a clensed fist, but my tail was stuck to this stupid finger which would not let go. When only my feet is 'alcoholized' my entire body and mind is intoxicated...&lt;br /&gt;Nontheless the karting is really a fulfilling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Kelong, Sunset seafood restaurant. Well, actually there was a wedding going on at one side of the restaurant, joyous occasion, wiht music and lights. If not for that,I guessed that our dinenr that night would not be so cosy and romantic, and fun and lame. I remembered when Shawn saying about the flower crab, not being meaty, and that Aloysius said that it's the sweetness of the juice we're after. Then I say to Shawn, "you suck" with loads of pun intended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the room, all of us are getting ready for the midnight acivity. Bath first, then gather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-28.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-22.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm the photographer, and ther're only 5 person in the pic. Where is the left behind??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said, he is in the room. The moment he touched the bed, he concussed. Yin Qing. Never Mind about him, we continued our game of Taboo! whith so much fun. fancy me saying 'whipped cream' when i meant 'shaving cream'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with a Harris resort breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit the chlorine waters! @ the in house pool. We played captain's ball, monkey, and did a bit of tanning. Sorry no pictures for this, because all of us went wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon is the excellent get away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-24.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-47.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that this is less than half of what we ordered?? believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-30.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-25.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triple stack of lotus leaf rice. With compliments from Aloysius Ong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-31.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-26.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came, we ordered, we conquered!! (because if not, it would be $1 per piece left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-28.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-30.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-32.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-33.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at everybody's satisfied face. (wait till you see their BELLY with capital letters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody waited for their bouyancy level to decrease before anyone dared to attempt any water-sports.&lt;br /&gt;We started with Banana boating. It is like a speed boat pulling an inflated giant banana. And we have to cling onto the banana. The fun part is: the boat will take an acute turn and the banana will capsize. You can try to counter it, that's the fun part man. Using our abs muscles (ya, right) to try to stay on course is defenitely the challenge!! Next is para-silling. (I dun kno if i got the spelling right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-34.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st to try. (being volunteered by them's more the word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-35.jpg" alt="" /&gt;But what an exhilarating view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-36.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisment for the peanut brand as he was being helped at his diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-37.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-39.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch down. (somebody get this pampers off me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-38.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-40.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! it's me turn" said Meow. "Wheeee, here i go........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-41.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-43.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-44.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-45.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Up into the sky. Magic parachute ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;A dazzling place I never knew&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm way up here&lt;br /&gt;It's crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;that now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-46.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to our foster parents. They brought us up, didn't they?&lt;br /&gt;(get the pun??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on shore. We lay our hands on the ball. Literally. It Volleyball time along the beach on a romantic evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-49.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-48.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet caress of twilight,&lt;br /&gt;There's magic everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And with this romantic atmosphere,&lt;br /&gt;Disaster's in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, well, the ball did landed itself in hot soup, off it rolled into the sea water. So Samuel ran after it and jumped into the waters, not knowing that there are sharp rock edges. So, both his soles got sliced, quite badly. Though he did not sound it out, he eventually told us back in the room. The sand was actually stained with his blood.&lt;br /&gt;After bath, this is what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZM6akOqqKVc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZM6akOqqKVc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-50.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! caught ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast as usual at the resort's cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable ski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-51.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an important mission, you see that there?&lt;br /&gt;You roger me soldier? You cannot fail this operation!!&lt;br /&gt;Sir!YES!Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-52.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st capsize, just at the 1st corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-53.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-54.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All set, and ready to go. The Fantastic 4. Mr Fantastic, Miss Invisible, The Thing, Human Torch&lt;br /&gt;So corny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-55.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I looking at. X-men. Wolverine, Rogue, Cyclops, Prof Xavier. Corny²...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-61.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-60.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-59.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake-boarding? or Wake up your idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-62.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think is wake up your idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-63.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-64.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-65.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not much better wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-66.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sea dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-67.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's pulling the ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-68.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Moments in Indonesian waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-69.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levitation skills. Who's sleepy anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet with a calamity when we reached at 6pm. The NEL MRT train broke down since 12pm. And I have to ruch off to East Coast for a dinner by by colleague. he has just got promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-115407235921521078?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/115407235921521078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=115407235921521078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/115407235921521078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/115407235921521078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-well.html' title='Well, well..'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-114829883770975669</id><published>2006-05-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:53:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonardo</title><content type='html'>The most talked about storyline of this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the movie with my colleague just now. 1525 show at the new The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might expect me to have my opinion about this storyline. But, well. My comments about this show will be more on the movie, as in regarding the quality of the show and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The various filming location made it very exotic. I do not quite like the camera effects because it was not 'dark' enough given the location where the murder was comited and inside such old place. Not eerie enough. Even before the show is launched, I was doubting that Tom Hanks fits the character of Robert Langdon. I was expecting a younger, more robust man, with sharper facial features. Because, if you have read the description, Robert is a young man about 30ish, being athletic, he was even able to outswim the 'school team' swimmers. Think Hanks... Well, He is good enough for the smart aspect of Robert, but there should be someone else out there who will fit the character better. Overall, the casting was good, very fitting for the other characters. The part that wasnot that good is that the story moved too fast in the movie. Unlike in the book, the movie did not show out the methods the characters used to solve the questions. The methods, is where the excitment lies, the quite painstaking process, the mind grueling steps. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself as a Christian, hmmm... Well, the show, actually the storyline does have a lot of doubt. Dan Brown does throw in quite some facts. I think he meant those as facts because those things of events that happened really does exists. But does the whole sequences of event since 2 thousand years ago till present day really follows what was described in the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not disturbed after watching the movie. It is a blockbuster. I will recognise a good movie when i see one. I will enjoy a good movie when I go and see one. I will enjoy the movie for the quality when I am seeing one. And The Da VinCi Code qualifies as a blockbuster, because of the casting, because of the director, because of the filming location, because of the hardwork the actors put in. I was not disturbed because it has not moved my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those Christians out there, if you have been advised by your Church leaders not to watch, please do not be stuborn. To those whose Church did have sharing sessions regarding this issue, and does not strongly object, and if you want to watch, please have a clear mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others who have not read the book, PLEASE READ THE BOOK FIRST!! Or else you will get utterly csufneod. PELSAE RAED THE BOOK FRSIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church stand is that we should know better what is better for ourselves. I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last shocking truth for tonight folks: Dan Brown is a Christian. The book is not anti-christian if you noticed. Go find out for yourseld what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorriw is another Marching day. Police Day Parade is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daniel for going on a M:I:iii show with me last weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-114829883770975669?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/114829883770975669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=114829883770975669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114829883770975669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114829883770975669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/05/leonardo.html' title='Leonardo'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-114533442906593884</id><published>2006-04-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:27:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday &amp; Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Good Friday &amp; Easter Snday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got a shock. This was bacause, I took leave from my work for the friday and later found out that my service is on Holy Thursday. It was so, as I have asked around regarding the date some time before Good Friday and people had been telling me that service will be on the Good Friday itself. It was not easy to change as there some sort of reservation has been made, and there are arrangement to be done, not only for myself, but also between the team members.&lt;br /&gt;Next, i got another shock. I was deployed to perform Qing Ming Duty on Sunday morning. As they require 2 NS officers, which leaves the 2 of us after the senior ORD. In the end I have to ask around to see who is willing to help me. Ask and you shall be given. I found a colleague who is okay with going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I went to the service late. The time of my knock off plus I spent some time for my replacement for the Qing Ming duty. I reach Church at about 9pm via taxi. The taxi driver talked to me about politics, which is not of the top interest to me, but i responded accordingly with 'ems', 'ahs', and some other terms which meant either agreeing or disagreeing.This year, my church wanted to make the service a solemn one, to commemorate on the last few tormenting hours Jesus went through before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;I went to Elim Church to check out their service. Overall the service was not as impressive as what people have been describing to me. Well, to specify clearer, my trip to Elim Church is not to really attend the service, but to check out their style, to see the flow of activities, in another words to see how other chucch do their worship arrangement, take the good points and implement to my worship. Hope can learn something from other churchs.&lt;br /&gt;I met the canteen auntie from the drink's stall from Meridain JC at the church and her son too. We had a chat, but since it was getting late, I had to get lunch for my sister,I excused myself and left the place. I then went to Potong Pasir to get Macs when the sky started pouring. I bumped into Adrain (colleague) at Potong Pasir, really just a hi and I carried on with my way. My pants was wet all the way from the bottom till the knees when I got home even with a umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then in the evening I went to the English Department (TPBC) of my church building for the Good Friday service.It was about why God allow suffering. As usual, I went there late, in fact very late. At 6pm. The thing ended at 6:30pm, so I decided to do the choosing of songs for my saturday 1724 worship. While doing so, I decided to get a drink and went to the ground floor to get a drink from the vending machine. On the returning trip, I met Candice, she mentioned that it was a very long time since we have seen each other around. Well, I have to agree on what she said on this. Haha. She was with Damien who also happened to be a friend of Qin Qin from kayaking. I have to excuse myself once again as I have not finished choosing my songs. Choose 'fu xing de huo', 'you yi wei shen' and 'you are my all in all'. Then I met Candice and Damien on the way home. Well, it was true that we have not met each other for so long, despite staying so near. But I do not think it was since Christmas, as she had mentioned; it was not like last time when we bumped into each other every other day. She has shortened her hair (according to me), she said that she had cut her hair. I was saying that the last time I saw her, she still have long hair and asked her when did she cut. It was only last week. Well, to any avil does this answer help in any clue how long we have not met each other. Well Damien is in Poly and not done his NS yet (NS is a wonderful time). He did not talk much, I did not know why, althought he did express his concern about NS. Next, Candice suggested thet we hang out often at the newly built palyground so as to increase the probably of bumping into each other. Haha, what a method to use. It's workable, provided with ample time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Unlike what the disciples did after Jesus died. They got 'lost', and started to return to their old occupations. As people after 2000 plus years Jesus died, we knew what was instore for us. Yupp. I attended 1724, a full session for the first time. I was the worship leader. Felt happy for saturday. The sharing that day was sbout having a spiritual partner in the jouney of bible study, in accordance of the Church programme of SQ000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of this, following some bibical examples. The people started their missions after the fast. Should I be doing so too?&lt;br /&gt;That day we have a SF birthday party for the people who is having their birhtday for the 3 months! Had Nasi Lemak and chocolate cake. What a special birthday meal!&lt;br /&gt;After that, Hao Jie and me stayed on to do a little packing for the logistics of SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I went to watch V for Vendetta with Nigel on one of the days before friday, but I forgot when. We went to Cathay Orchard. Nice show. Very Political, nicely planned. The only thing is that I find that the Masked man's attack too absurb to happen in reality. But the ideolody behind him is present. I never doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I am ending this entry. But please do check out the 1724 camp coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;http://campwithus.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-114533442906593884?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/114533442906593884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=114533442906593884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114533442906593884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114533442906593884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday-easter-sunday.html' title='Good Friday &amp; Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-114480898757201598</id><published>2006-04-12T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:29:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chalet...</title><content type='html'>My Team held a chalet on the 3rd of April. The programmes were as usual. Fun interesting, interactive and it was really a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1179.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there was a family of cats there. Well, they are very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1177.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was a Barbeque, then folowed by a award presentation. Award presented o officers that have left or are leaving the team. Then it followed by more barbeque, and  soon late night came, it was the free and easy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went fishing with my Boss. Fishing is one of his hobby. Great hobby, i realised. It is a very relaxing activity; let me enjoy the breeze, the scenery and the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the beach, there was a very funny incident. You see, there was a cat, quite large for a cat, there and it put up a very great show down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1221.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing with the cat, stroking its fur and all. Then came a man walking his 2 dogs. 2 dogs, size larger then the cat. My guess is that one is a retriever and the other is a sheepdog (apologies, i'm not so good with identifying a dog's breed). The 1st dog carrried on walking with the man, just then the 2nd dog spotted the cat. The cat was originally sitting down, relaxing. Upon sighting the cat it stopped its step. The cat turned its head and look at that dog. The dog kept still while the cat stood up. Seeing that the dog remained still, the cat then took 2 paces forward. It then does the cat trademark stretching and arching its back action, strecthing out the paws and flaunting the claws. Still the dog kept still. The cat assume position. There was a few sends of silence. The 1st dog also saw the stand-up, and walked back to sort of back up the 2nd dog. Then came the exciting part.&lt;br /&gt;The cat exploded, darting forward for about 4 paces. The 2 dogs was shocked by this movement and took a few steps backward, one of them almost ran. The 2nd dog then retreated when master called for them. But the 1st dog which walked back just down carried on staring at the cat. It was reluctant to move until the master called for the 3rd time. Then with it's eyes still on the cat, it walked away, towards the master.&lt;br /&gt;My friend was saying that the master "paiseh" then "faster faster come, lets go." The incident was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I got my hands on the fishing rod, and learnt some casting techniques from my Boss. It was easy once one know how to coordinate the timimg of releasing the string and the swinging momentum. For me, I stayed at the beach fishing until morning with my Boss and Iz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1225.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Chalet, I took more pictures of the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-114480898757201598?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/114480898757201598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=114480898757201598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114480898757201598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114480898757201598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/04/chalet.html' title='The Chalet...'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-114266085011982378</id><published>2006-03-18T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:47:30.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Around Singapore</title><content type='html'>All around Singapore. Well, these few weeks I've been to Orcahrd (to work), to Yio Chu Kang (to do some sports), to East Coast (to do more sports), to Jurong (to get my self hurt) and to Hougang (to get myself diagnosed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00628.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Yio Chu Kang stadium. Went there on 2 seperate occasions. On the 7th and 14th March. Participated in the field events. Could not do any worse. 7+ m for my shot putt and 15+ m for my discus. Such a lousy performance. Well, it was for the fun of it. People trained for it, but not me, i guessed i just went there to make this part of my NS life a tini weenie bit more exciting. The champ for the 2 event (actually the same person) is actually a National thrower. Throwing 13+ m for shot and 30+ m for discus that day. Hmm.. Even the Ghurkas could not beat him at this. But generally the Ghurkas did excellent for the track events and also performed in the field events. They dominated the track. The champions would be ahead of the 1st-runner up by at least 2-3 rounds for the long distance (10000m event), clocking a 5 second lead every single round (one round lead by 5, 2nd round lead by 10, 3rd round lead by 15 etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPPT for me. 15th March. I just managed to scrape through it. Having done the static stations at HQ, then the 2.4km run at east coast. Timing of 11:16. it is down performance compared to my previous timing of 10:50. Well, i passed. Then my Teammates were having their own IPPT training followed by a game of soccer at East Coast, but i could not seem to locate them, then i went back to have my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same day. Afternoon came. I was very reluctant (very tired ah!!) , but still went for the SF activity. Look at my transformation, the metamorphosis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00627.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/DSC00626.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It was like this. it was about 1800hrs. I was still in the rink trying to adjust my footing, just then, my right foot's front brake (the teethy thing at the front of the blade) scraped on to the ice, causing me to lean forward. The left foot front brake the was stuck in the ice, acting as a pivot; i then fell forward, my feet twisting outwards. To further elaborate, my left heel is now pointing towards the sky and soon to point forward, and my left knee is also pulled along. My full body weight was rested on the unbalanced ankle. The whole procedure happened very slowly because the skate has very high and stable collar; it slows down my fall and also reduces the damages. If not the thing will just go 'snap'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i woke up as usual, wanting to prepare myself for duty, but the ankle stopped my from doing so. I then called my supervisor who then made an arrangement to call back one of my colleague (who supposedly is on leave). I felf bad for this, but the decision is not up to me. I felt good bacause i can rest myself and my feet. Later in the morning, i went to Hougang Polyclinic. My father fetched me there. It was a gruelling wait. The doctor told me that is was an injury to the tendon and muscle, and the nurse gave me the bandage to aid in the additional support that my ankle probable need. Well then i rested at home for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i am able to rest physically. My brain kept on working. My sister and cousin bombarded me with Mathematics questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want people to see my beautiful feet! Even in bandages! Isaiah 52:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-114266085011982378?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/114266085011982378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=114266085011982378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114266085011982378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114266085011982378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-around-singapore.html' title='All Around Singapore'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-114187190326161771</id><published>2006-03-09T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:38:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtrack</title><content type='html'>Well, daniel, Russell &amp; i met up for dinner at Carl's junior at Suntec City some time ago. Well, the food there is as usual, the best so far for burgers and such. We've realised that the Marina branch's quality has dropped. Then Daniel has a gift for me. in a bright red wrapper. The moment i received the package from him, i knew instantly what it was. Gundam models. It was a be-lated birthday cum Christmas cum New Year cum Chinese New Year cum St. Valentine's Day present. Wow, so touched. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandrock custom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was great we took some pictures with Dan's camera, so they are with Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then very recently i got myself a new pair of spectacles. Looks great. i like the colour. Come look for me, i'll show it to you! No charges, it's duty free, no terms &amp; conditions applied! I'll just show it to you, that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-114187190326161771?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/114187190326161771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=114187190326161771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114187190326161771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114187190326161771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/03/backtrack.html' title='Backtrack'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-114068394367182790</id><published>2006-02-15T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:39:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diner &amp; Lance, Linner &amp; Dance. Dinner &amp; Dance</title><content type='html'>This is a back dated entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner &amp; Dance, it was like a adult version of Prom Night, well, with some differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with Kok Boon and Elaine, then we met up with the other teammates there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities they do is a bit more crazy. Well, i guess i have to admit it, because i was one of the guys doing those crazy activities. Like a mummy, except that i was wrapped around by modern items. Napkins around the neck, belts around the thighs, lipstick on the forehead, cigar or a rolled up 50 note on the ear, a pair of shades, lady's handbag and heels. There are somethings that i might have forgotten. Well, this is one of the games that were played, trying to dress the 'table leader' up, and make him catwalk. Haha, my table did not get any price, guess my catwalk was not good enough. Haha. The host that day is Irene Wee, i think she was once Mediacorp actress (the lady advertising the ego melon seeds, the 'hei gua zi, bai gua zi' that lady).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that picture of my, i did not take, it was taken by my colleague. I'll show it some time later, when i got it. Now, these are what I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0903.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SignBoard (add the eerie sound effect yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0887.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we shall do Sentry! OC Sentrys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Special Constables of Orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0885.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alpha's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0899.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alpha Males !..GrowL..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0894.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♀ALPHA♀ Please dun mess with them, i have no time to call 995 for you ♀ALPHA♀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0890.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My transport. Oops, i meant our Dear friend who drives me to work, almost everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester! from NPCO1! Team D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0908.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fid! from NPCO1! Team A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0892.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0895.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush Puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0901.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiky Sistar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-114068394367182790?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/114068394367182790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=114068394367182790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114068394367182790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/114068394367182790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/02/diner-lance-linner-dance-dinner-dance.html' title='Diner &amp; Lance, Linner &amp; Dance. Dinner &amp; Dance'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113990777162723106</id><published>2006-02-14T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:02:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory to the Victor</title><content type='html'>Have i lost? I am not of little faith. I trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus will ask me,"You of little faith, why did you doubt?" Matthew 14:31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113990777162723106?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113990777162723106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113990777162723106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113990777162723106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113990777162723106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/02/glory-to-victor.html' title='Glory to the Victor'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113931606076905361</id><published>2006-02-07T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:41:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Theme?</title><content type='html'>Well, The SATs. Let's talk anout the SATs. 28thJanuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematics part is not difficult, it was the language part that was the stumbling block. It took Aloysius and me grueling hours to attempt the language part, and loads of courage to pen down so many of the unsure answers. I guess attempting suicide would be of a less torment, and the courage requirement would be much less. Well please do not quote me. I was merely doing a very irrelavant comparison. Well, irrelavant, but a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the test, i went to have lunch with Aloysius and Xue Qian at Tampines, and headed home for a short nap. I had work that night. 28th night. Eve of Chinese New Year. I am okay with it as we still had our reunion dinner, with a lot of nice food. The funny part was that my family does not follow the tradition of reunion dinner that strictly, not all of us were gathered at the dinning table. Well, we do not even have a dinning table that big. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fine that night. Partnered with Elaine. A lot of trouble at a certain pub. Over all, that night was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed updating a blog really takes patience. Patience to sit in front of the computer, thinking of the things one wants to include inside the entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, it would be better to convert my blog into a photo journal. Haha. easier to maintain. Just junk all the photographs into one entry and Whola! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Darrenbday2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit 38. The birthday boy, Darren and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a miserable night. I was told it was at Area A. I took a taxi from Parkway Parade to East Coast park, looking for Area A. The taxi driver &amp; I found Area C. Then we thought that it would be an easy ride by car. We were quite wrong. It took us a few rounds and about 15 Minutes to get from Area C to Area A. I alighted, paying the cabby about S$7 (it was only about S$3-4 at area C). I walked for 5minutes along the desserted pathway. There was not much light, there was no barbeque pits there. I was initially lost; i do not know to take the left path or the right one, they were equally dark and both ways seems incorrect to me. I took the left one, which was the right one, the correct one which i found out a long time later. It was not another 10minutes into walking along the dimly lighted pathway, that I saw the first active person, cycling. And a few on the way lying down in the huts. 5 more minutes, finally the firtst pit. It was only area A, pit 1. I have 37 pits more to go. I walked for a dsitance before i call Darren and asked him for directions, i had also asked Kelvin who was there and had a vehicle to come over and fetch me over. I was not offered the ride. I thought to myself, why do i always get myself into such siutation. I'm cold and hungry; alone in a windy night, walking in search of food, and friends... It was another 20minutes before i finally reach the location and i saw my other Montfort friends walking away, saying that they were going to have their own meals. In actual fact, there was a minor misunderstanding between Darren and them. I have to entertain myself at the pit becasue Michelle has not arrive, and the Montfort friends have left. Darren had to take care of the barbeque pit and also the other friends there. Of course he talked to me and served me, but overall, he is only one person, how much can he do? I gave him a card for his Birthday. After some SMS, i found out that Michelle is on her way, and that she was not really sure to exactly which pit. So I told her that i would wait for her at Carpark C1, which was the nearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Darrenbday1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, caught in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is michelle, the one I met at the Civil Servant College, and refused to take photographs. Well, this one was a well taken picture. Please do not worry Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was break here. I do not really remember all that happened between 21st till 28th. Well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/CNY1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Cny2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/CNY3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/CNY4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/CNY5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana tree and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th February&lt;br /&gt;The 1724 had reunion lunch, then after which we went to Zhi Yu's place for visitation. After the visitation, Esther, Min Hui, Hao Jie and I took the same bus, my initial intention was to pop by Wen Si's place for a short visit and also to say 'hi' Since Esther and Hao Jie were on their way to her place. But in the end, my parents and uncle arrived first at to pick me up to go to Riverside Hong Bao. I was just outside, along the main road, only about 100m away from WenSi's place when the vehicle appeared. I got on the lorry and bid Goodbye to Esther &amp; Hao Jie. Riverside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Riverside1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Riverside2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Riverside3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn bus stop shelter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Riverside4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Riverside5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Riverside6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore River's Night scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 6th February, I went to watch "I not Stupid Too" with Hao Jie. Supposedly only the two of us. But later on, i suddenly found out that my bile study group students and their parents came along too. Min Hui and one of her student went too. Haha, what a surprise, so many people came. Hmmm... my original intention was that the fewer the people, the easier it is to co-ordinate between the timing and all. Well, the show. I only gave it a 6.5 upon 10. I feel that it is not such a amazing show, not fantastic at all, not a wonderfully done piece. The feeling was only marvelous because so many people are watching with me, i get to get a chance to go out with "my kids". The show does not live up to expectation as i feel that the film, have a few disconnected ideas, some observations of the current society, losely pieced together made to fill up about 2 hours. Too out of foucs, "quality of control" not constant throughout the show. Content not bad, that is why i passed the show, gave it more than 5. It is something like lets say, a storybook, being read by a good story-teller, or a not so good story-teller. Methods of expression and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i should not say too much about the file, or else I would be attacked by the fans of the show. Cannot have peace even when I walk on the streets! Haha. Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113931606076905361?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113931606076905361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113931606076905361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113931606076905361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113931606076905361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/02/change-of-theme.html' title='Change of Theme?'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113808208169709282</id><published>2006-01-24T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:54:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT</title><content type='html'>Soon ,i will have to sit for my SAT. After i sat for my SAT, then i can sit down nicely ang blog about how i sat for my SAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the time being, life was not too bad. Well, later my SF is going to send Jeannie off to Australia. She is going there to study. Everybody is going everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will working leter, therefore i cannot go. Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks, happy and sad things happened. Such as Birthdays, meeting up with friends. Such as regreting some decisions I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that after i sat for my SAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113808208169709282?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113808208169709282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113808208169709282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113808208169709282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113808208169709282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/01/sat.html' title='SAT'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113690665285787142</id><published>2006-01-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:24:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH!</title><content type='html'>Wow, my connection is giving me problems. So i have to be quick and fast when doing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 6th. Extra duty at one of the Government new place, one of the ministry. The Minitry of Sound. Huh? What? OH, Misinstry of Sound, MOS, is not under the government sector, NO? Ok... alright... Quite a tiring duty. See what it did to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/MOS.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Red Room. One of the rooms inside second floor MOS, it was our "rest-room" that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is big. Very chic. With loads of things to have fun with. There is the main dance floor and the R&amp;B room on the ground floor. There is the other private rooms, the VVIP room and also the Retro Room on the second floor. Talk about chic, you will find the most amazingly white toilet in MOS. One will be dazzled by the toilet of MOS. My colleagues abd i were all bewilded by the toilet of the Ministry. It was WHITE all over. I was saying that if one is already tipsy, he will think that he went to the wrong place if ever he/she entered the toilet. Heavenly white, crazily bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 7&amp;8 was work again. Well, nothing special. Orcahrd is quite safe and sound when my team is there. What can you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after i had my share of sleep. I got myself ready and went to meet Aloysius and Xue Qian for shopping. I was expecting the usual look-around-but-cannot-find-anything-to-buy day again. It was really quite true. Walked Plaza Singapura, then at Tang's. They bought PUMA tees. Then next to Heeren. It was already quite late. We entered the aslurpingspe store there at about 9:55pm. Aloysius was still looking for the Crocs sandles, and finally he got one that fits him, both in size and in colour. He is now a satisfied man. Haha Haha. Well then next is Xue Qian and me. We tried on just one of the new arrival designs and so call, we instantly want to get that piece. It was the same design. Well, i was in a dilemma. Then the sales-girl, with a sales person normal reaction (some more it is closing time already), approached our group and try to get us to buy. She suggested that we get the different colours. We were then asking her about discounts than, that she asked if were students. We naturally asked back, if we looked like student. Well... I choose the khaki coloured tee and Xue Qian got the white coloured one. While were paying the 4 of us then chated a bit. She was still asking if were still schooling and Xue Qian presented his expires student pass as "proff" to try and get the student 10% discount. Then she realised that were only 1 year older than her. Well she was an 'A' levels NY student waiting for her results. She was still asking about our age and if were all the same age. Aloysius asked her to guess (thanks ah). According to her, i looked the eldest, and Aloysuis looked the youngest. It was the exact opposite. Haha, then it was our turn to guess the seniority of the 2 salesgirls there. The one who served Aloysius and showed him the Crocs sandles and the one who served me and Xue Qian. We thought the 2nd salesgirl is the younger of the 2, but were also wrong. The 1st one is waiting for her 'O' levels, and to remind you, the 2nd was waiting for her'A's. Well... Our apologies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much luck today, with the rain pouring all day. Not a chance to go out. I had dinner with my family at the neighbour coffeeshop for dinner. Now preparing for tomorrow's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mentioned that i went out with Aloysius to check out Serangoon Central, Chomp Chomp area? I think that was around 31/12 or 01/01 or some time around there. Well it was 12mn when he came in his father's Merz. We went to a very nice ice cream cafe named ICE³. Aloysius had a Voacnic Eruption, it was a very chocolaty serving. While i had berry flavoured ice-cream with a dash alcohol in a test tube which you can add it in yourself. It had a very cool name but i forgot the name. Well that was a very good cafe. I shall not really elaborate much now, since the incedent was so long ago. I shall, however, do a good entry the next time i go there, with pictures if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113690665285787142?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113690665285787142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113690665285787142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113690665285787142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113690665285787142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/01/wah.html' title='WAH!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113647139690988592</id><published>2006-01-05T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:29:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First of The Year</title><content type='html'>First day of the year started when i was on patrol. Hell busy that night. But the thought of going to church later on that day kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i arrived at church, Hao Jie was going to collect the Roti-Prata, Birthday Cakes and Drinks.He borrowed his father's car to help in transporting the food &amp; beverages that day, and i met him on his way to collect the vehicle(which is  just outside the church). Together with us is QinYi and Addison, well QinYi is sort of in charged of the F&amp;B part. Along came Samantha and Samuel from TPBC who just needed a ride a few streets down as it was raining that day. So coincidentally that they met HaoJie who was in the car. If you realised, there were 6 person, and for the drivers out there, you know that 6 person is a no-no for a normal saloon car, and that you might be summoned by the Police (if caught). Well guess what? The only possible way that day to perform such task (to squeeze in comfortable, i don't mean not to get caught) is that someone had to sit on another someone. QinYi sat on Samantha's Lap. Is that why they invented the Laptop? The trip was still squeezy, but still quite comfortable with me seated behind Addison, and Samuel seated behind HaoJie. There goes the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prata was heavy, and it still is. Addison and i were in awe at how heavy this nice food weighsand how much of it will be going into us. Haha. However that was a nice meal, and a happy birthday celebration! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second of The Year. Woke up early. Messaged Daniel to remind him to get ready soon, knowing his nature of unfailing to be late. I went out at about 0935, reaching Bugis at about 1017. I bought the tickets first and was told by the ticketing office staff that the system was down, and it will be free seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0446.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0445.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was totaly stunned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0444.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good show, i shall not spoil the fun by telling you the story of KING KONG. YOU SHOULD GO WATCH IT YOURSELF! The cinematics is good. Stunning visual effects (look at our faces). The story is really idiot-proof. It is a top grade movie.But it was a grueling 3 hours because i need the toilet urgently 1 hour into the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left to meet MinQi. Well sorry girl, the movie ended laster than expected, he is late for your appointment. Then i met up Aloysius and Dean for Shopping. Aloysius arrived first. Before i met Dean, i bumped into Louis at Bugis. Then Aloysius and i went over to Orchard MRT station to meet up with Dean. The shopping trip is fruitful considering that all the previous times, when we all did not buy anything. This time Dean and i got a G2000 shirt each. Nice, neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, after the both of them left for home. I met up with my parents at Raffles City to have dinner and continue shopping. We Had Cafe Cartel, the Fish &amp; Chips is very fresh and the Pork Chops is just cooked to the right taste. But the soup is too saltish. I chanced upon Calvin Klein new scent. Truth. So captivation, i so wanted to buy it. Something stopped me, i hesitated. I do not know what was that, that prevent me from making the purchace. Haha. You know, urges, it always happens. Well then my Mother bought a blue Guess handbag. Cute bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up for work! This is the day, third day of the year. The day that i realised that it is really a lot of stuffs that TRACOM teached is not so applicable. Not that i do not know last time, but that day comfirmed that fact that A LOT of stuffs is inapplicable. I should have intervene to break the commotion when the person was screaming at my partner. I thought she was handling it well and that there should be only be one source of verbal command as to not confuse the person, but i was wrong, there was something i could do. Well in the end, i was, well, forgiven. And i was thankful for that. Last night, the 4th, was an Okay night for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got to know yesterday that there will be extra duty for tomorrow, Wel i guess i have to turn in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113647139690988592?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113647139690988592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113647139690988592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113647139690988592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113647139690988592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-of-year.html' title='The First of The Year'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113635694211898486</id><published>2005-12-31T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:42:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>Obviously this entry was not typed and posted on the 31st December. I wanted to make the entries clearer. Today is 4th January 2006. 1405hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, The Alumni dinner was special. I was not wha ti had expected: round tables, performances on the hall stage, while we have our dinner. I was a performance, with seats arranged liked in the cinemas then after the performances, we then have our dinner and the get-together at the back of the hall. I brought the camera along without checking out the memory card, and in the end, it was with the 32mb, the smallest capacity memory card we had. I only managed to have 15 shots that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_0406resized.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one is my former Mathematics Teacher back in MJC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was time to go home. Esther, WenSi and I were all going the same direction home. WenSi was actually not feeling too good that day, well, what happened, i do not know too well. Then it was time to alight, all at the same stop. WenSi had to change bus. Esther's place is just right across the street. Well, mine is walking distance away from the stop. WenSi's bus came, she got onto the bus and left. Well, WHAT WAS I THINKING? She was not feeling well, and was actually carrying a paer bag which is quite heavy. Why did not i send her home? The question of the year. In the end i managed to find out that she got home safely. Without a hassel; using wireless technology, the cellphone (what else? Duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up go to work! The last few minutes of 31st December 2005 was spent along Orchard Road, more exactly at Kramat Road. Inside a Police car. Haha, I spotted Shi Min (MJC) at one of the food stall along there while proceeding to atttend a case. Surprised, surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting night shift for me as it was the first time i encountered so many happenings. It was my first time sitting in an ambulance, i was performing so many type of Police roles in just a short 12 hours, like patrol, sentry, escort, driver, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have said, this entry is not in the correct time, it is just to facilitate my blogging for these few days, well, cya soon peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, i'll be talking about church and shopping trips with MJC guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113635694211898486?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113635694211898486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113635694211898486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113635694211898486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113635694211898486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113591730166318694</id><published>2005-12-30T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:35:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I certainly has an affinity with mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i made several quite disturbing mistakes during work. Forget to write this, forget to sign that etc. Well at least i have a forgiving partner, or else i do not even dare to think how the end of me will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday is my inservice. There is a slight change. Now it's decentralised, meaning that the first half will be at HQ, the second half will be back at station. Then after that our new Big Boss initiated a jogging session. Another mistake related to me. I had not exercise regularly for the past one month, and this run with another young, fit man, is terribly a good mistake. Panting sounds called for the end of the joging session. After that, Louis and I went to Kovan to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Louis headed for home via the MRT. I continued to walk around Heartland mall. I bought printer ink. Then i had initially wanted to buy a notebook from Popular. Mistake. The queue was long, trust me. I then went down to the watch shop. Well, ther is quite a deal there. Adidias watch 80's style selling for $60. U.P. $95. I was a bit tempted, but guessed that i wanted something else although that adidas timepeace loks great. Next i went to BodyShop to take a look at the perfumes there. Did not buy too. Still deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, did i mentioned that i went to watch Chronicles of Narnia on the 28th morning with some of the SF peeps at Bishan? Yep. The visual is stunning. Good cinematics. The actors acted well, really well. There are scenes which touches your heart (you might feel strangely familiar with some scenes, like as if you are the person or something). The message behind the show is clear. The Movie is good for all ages, but very comprehensive for people of our age. Then we went to the BodyShop there to just to make scents. Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at heartland mall, after taking a look at BodyShop, i went to NanYang Optics to make enquiries about the frame that i was looking for, but was sadly being informed that they could not get it. Then i proceeded for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Samantha, Candice and their sister. This time, i saw Candice first. Well, i was jokingly mistaken for following them. I was not following anyone, and will not do so, unless duty bound during work, that is another story. Well we alighted at the stop leading to church. Then hanged around the gate for a while, chatting. Mistake again. I was tricked by them, when they pulled a prank on me. Well, i was too tired last night, and well, my job require me to take down facts from the people. If it so happened that they are not that truthful, they might be charged for giving false report by the court. Well, i was too tired. So is that a valid excuse? Haha. Zi Yun was there too. She a Meridian Junior, and i walked her to the bus stop. chatted with her and find out how Meridian is doing now. Found out that they managed to fix the leak onthe ceilling. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then returned home almost dead beat. Haha. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, evening, i'll be going for a Alumni Dinner back at MJC. Hope to see ya friends there! I've promised Joy to take photographs! Now that is no mistake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113591730166318694?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113591730166318694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113591730166318694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113591730166318694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113591730166318694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113557625577350005</id><published>2005-12-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:50:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After that , the rest of the days.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to elaborate for 22nd, 23rd december. Except for a few words. Busy, crazy and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, no doubt, Crazy, as expected, Dangerous, well some of you might know what i meant, right? 23rd december, someone going around checking out. Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th, right after my night shift, as usual, i went to have my lunch, that day, i went to Kova, Yoshinoya to have beef &amp; salmon bowl. I went home immediately to have my share of rest, because i am expected to be attending a 1724 meeting. But at 5pm, i tried to wake up, but to no avail. I could not get up, although i woke up. Then it was 7pm, finally i was able to get up, but i was not feeling too good. Have a headache and felling feverish. Feeling nausea too. Pop 2 Panadol pills. Watched "a Blessed Christmas" in the state of half-consciousness. Then my father came home. Had some fruits as i did not have dinenr. Soon after i finished watching the show then i asked my father to accompany me to the doctor's. We took a $2.40 + $1 taxi trip there. Then spent a $72 medical fee for me to get a 5minute consultation, 4 packs of medication and a medical certificate. I took a 'stop the nausea' pill as advised by the doctor. i felt worse by the second. We took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After alighting from the bus, within walking distance, i vomitted at the void deck of  the block opposite the bus stop. Wow, felt better instantly. Would not have went to the doctor if i had vomitted earlier to spent the $72. Haha. well, at least i could have another day of rest today.  My mom and sis arrived home to discovered that the vomit they noticed at the void deck belonged to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Christmas, My sister and i went to Church. Well she got a lot of praises from the friends and pastor at Church. Haha, Good, good. Well, both Sherman and i were dressed up for the occasion in nice chic blazers! Next after the programme, my sister went to meet her friend. Then i went to the highly anticipated celebration. At Cheryl's / Han Wei's house. We had a gift exchange, well to think that the gals did it in private inside Cheryl's room, without letting us, the gus, share the cosiness and the rowdiness of the entire gift exchange. we (the guys) thought that it was going to be done simultaneously. In the end,  the 4 of us ended up drawing lots for our gifts. haha. I got Haojie's, he got mine, Wei got sherman's and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Downtown East Foodcourt! A lot of us opted fot the Fish Soup. Well, the fish slices tasted sweet and is very fine. But i thought that the soup is not flavourful enough. I then headed home not long after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, i then called my bosses that i have to utilise my Medical certificate. I guess i must. Because my stomach still give me to butterflies, maybe moths too. Hope they will fly away by today. You see I did not really want to get sick on Christmas eve. I was initially contempalting to take leave on Boxing day when my boss had offered us the chance on our last shift. I approach them after the vacancies were taken, and got a small earful. Well this Medical certificate costed $72. More than my meal allowance. And almost one sixth of my monthly pay. Well... Medical fees versus Pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113557625577350005?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113557625577350005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113557625577350005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113557625577350005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113557625577350005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-that-rest-of-days.html' title='After that , the rest of the days.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113557293463979414</id><published>2005-12-26T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:55:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refershing...</title><content type='html'>21st December. Hmmm... Well, Aloysius drove to my place, we had a little "exchange programme". He came here to exchange some of my clothes with his.Next, i took a ride on his family blue Mercz, driven by him, to his place. It was my turn to take my pick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next before we left his house, he brought me to a place. Johore Battery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johore Battery is actually a National education site just off Changi, We can actually see the airport from Johore Battery. It is actually the site where the Monster Guns are  strategically placed during the War times for our National Defence then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we then to Changni Village. But just as Aloysius finished parking his car, he received a call. Then we are off, in the car again, without our lunch. His father called up, he had a schedule to follow, so Aloy went to the SAFRA Changi to fetch his father, we are okay with that as we are not that hungry. Then we ended up at Kembangan MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having Carl's Junior at Marina, with Xue Qian. Wow, great lunch man. I actually acked then the math trick question Constance asked 1724 on saturday, but we got more confused. So we shopped around Marina Square, but bought nothing. Shopped around Suntec, too bought nothing. Went back to City-Link, because i wanted to try out some shorts from the surf brands. In the end, i found nice bermudas, but it was too expensive. about $90? Ya. So we then continued walking towards the direction of the MRT station. Just then saw another fellow Meridian, a smarter one. We then ask him the math question too. He was initially confused but said he will continue to think through it on his way on the MRT with Aloy &amp; Qian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do my Christmas shopping, thus i carried on walking at Raffles City. Just then, there was a Harp performance, titled Cannon in D (i think it's in D). Heavenly sounds. Well i managed to buy the present for the Han's residence Christmas celebration, and another for Hao Jie. But i really could not find for the otehr dear Brothers and Sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting late. I had to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113557293463979414?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113557293463979414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113557293463979414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113557293463979414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113557293463979414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/refershing.html' title='Refershing...'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113518280131760744</id><published>2005-12-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:33:21.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Shopping Trip... sianz</title><content type='html'>Saturday, (17th) i went out with Aloysius, Amanda and Andy. Amanda had to leave for work at Liang Court at a Japanese restaurant, so she left at about 5pm. We were at Guess Ngee Ann City at that point of time. Well, then it's all boys then! Haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the day was not as interesting, well, because i had walked almost the whole of Orchard Road a few days ago. Well, except Heeren and Ngee Ann City/Takashimaya. So basically, since i had already done my walking days ago, i went there to be their critic and also to give comments. aloy bought a S$20 SEED jeans from Taka and Andy bought a pair of S$99 Adidas brown coloured shoes from Heeren. In the end we all decided to go to Cineleisure to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very indecisive to whether to what to have for dinner. So we went to Yoshinoya, Cineleisure. At there, we realised that there is a Long John Silver right beside it, then we all simultaneously agreed to go there. Wow, great dinner, to our satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite full, and i was initially going to meet my parents and sisters who are over at Plaza Singapura. i was thinking that the walking from Somerset to dhoby Ghaut will do some good to my digestion since i had such a good meal that night. Then Aloysius was there trying to pursuade me to accompany him &amp; Andy to take the train from Somerset. I was contemplating betwen whether to walk or to take the train. Haha, he was like:" you are lazy, although you you are not, but you want to take the train although you really want to walk" that type of negative motivation. Successful. I took the train. One reason because, i thought of meeting my parents just to be able to take taxi home with them (lazy lah), and of course now i am lazy to walk such a distance (laziness compromised). Second, because there will be companionship along part of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stop for me to change over (Dhoby Ghaut Interchange) i alighted and waved goodbye to Aloysius and Andy, and soon after i was waving hi to someone else. You see, it was not far, to be exact, one carraige down; as i was walking towards the stairs leading from NSL to NEL, when i spotted someone with a very familiar hairstyle. She is Samantha (in a nice red Fila tee). Of course, i waved to her with a 'hello' and then i noticed her other sisters right beside her. Candice (in a bright blue top) and their youngest sister (also in a blue tee), whom at this point of time cannot recall her name (i'm truly sorry). Then we started chatting and finding out why each party is at that location. Well, should i say, that all of us were shopping, although we all had made no purchase? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the NEL train home, towards Serangoon, we all can know that Candice is exremely interested to have a career (like i have mentioned in an entry long time ago). I also find out that she had decided to stay in JC after having stuck in a dilemma having to continue or try out Polytecnic. Hey, i was not eavesdropping, alright? Just heard that information from friend. Generally we chatted about National Service, Church (bread talk, nope, i cannot go, but i'll be in church that day), our house (we're neighbours you know!) When we reached our station, i was informed that their father was picking them up in a "kangaroo van". I made several guess, cause the concept sounded like Han Wei's father's vehicle. I guesses "mercez?" wrong answer. Then i guessed " FIAT?" Correct answer. Well she offered me a ride home. I answered that I would if it was not a hassal to them. Candice suggested that i can run home and see who gets there first. Well, we were already at the vehicle. It was a mini van, the so-called kangaroo van, interesting. Thus i got a ride home, and thanked them for the ride. Smooth Ride, continued chatting. I thanked their father again when we reach our  area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for today's event, i shall update tomorrow, it is now already 22/12/05 0030hourshours, i should be resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i met Aloysius, have a NE lesson, exchanged cloths (great way to expand our wardrobe), went for lunch, went shopping at Suntec, solved a mathematical IQ question, and i'm back home again. Soon after, i registeres for my SAT, chatted with Hao Jie, and was Blogging. OK, i really got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113518280131760744?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113518280131760744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113518280131760744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113518280131760744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113518280131760744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-shopping-trip-sianz.html' title='Another Shopping Trip... sianz'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113483338188516762</id><published>2005-12-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:29:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First pair of Levi's Jeans</title><content type='html'>Hey, i got my 1st pair of Levi's Jeans at JB City Square! I went shopping with my family over our neighbour country. It cost me RM219, which initially i am not very sure whether if it was cheaper or the same price back home. I was wanting to get it at a even better price, well, if possible. Then i messaged Min Hui and Hao Jie, to find out the prices of the Levi's 512 at Singapore. They recalled it to be about more than S$100 (they guessed 140?). Well i calculated it to be about S$90, and i returned back to the Levi's Store at level one after we finished shopping the other floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! My 1st Pair! "More will come my way!" i cheekily told my mother. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113483338188516762?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113483338188516762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113483338188516762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113483338188516762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113483338188516762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-pair-of-levis-jeans.html' title='My First pair of Levi&apos;s Jeans'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113457822698543924</id><published>2005-12-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:47:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>I went out with MinQi today. We have not met up since a long time ago. She had not change much, still as elegant as ever. Like a swan, some will say, but a more tanned version. It was nice seeing old friends again. We started our shopping at Queensway Shopping Centre. Saw nothing of interest much, basically a lot of shoes, and some men's clothings. Although i saw a very nice pair of spectacle, Hugo Boss 15585, i did not buy it, because i was still looking out for other suitable modles, and also the shop is so far, very inconvenient to go collect, or to repair, have a quick fix if anything happen. I have not claimed the Flexi-benifit, that is why i'm looking at spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to Orcahrd (reminded me of something very familiar). We reach Orchard first at Shaw House. I have told her of the small corner at level 3 which have a mini 90%off sale of different products during different weeks. I also spotted the Chinese New Year Shirt that Aloysius bought for about $40 or so. It is only $29 today there. Then we walked towards the direction of Far East Plaza. On the way, we walked into some of the shops too, but also, did not see much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pacific Plaza, nothing much, except loads of Surf brands products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Far East Plaza, while we were looking around, she saw this skirt *hint hint to Daniel* that she liked so very much, and she told me that the last time she was there, she also saw this skirt, as it caught her attention instantly. *triple hint hint to Daniel, can u get it?* Next i pop by Purple, at Level1 to visit Kai Yun, she is doing fine then. She was wering a black top. At that time, she only waved at me, but then did not really came out and say 'hi' or anything. I then walked into the shop and chatted with her. she asked me if she was my Girlfriend, well of course i answered honestly, no. And it's then i found out that her sister is working at the upper floor today. Then next i walked past the shop selling the skirt again, and again, MinQi was there eyeing the skirt, telling me how much she like it *quadriple hint hint to Daniel*. We then continue our shopping and of course to look out for Kai Hui to say 'hi'. I got to meet Kai Hui, and chatted with her too! Well, to tell people the truth, not every girl that i was with at Far East is my Girlfriend. The last time i was at Far East with my sister, i also went to pop by Kai Hui's work place, she asked me if she was my Girlfriend. That was last time. And everytime i asked her if she has eaten, she has always done so. Haha. Then i found out that she is amking time to go to the Christmas event at Han Ying/ Han Wei's place, which is good! Because they are getting themselves more involved in Church stuffs, step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Far East we walked to Tangs. I informed that there is a very nice perfume, Ralph Lauren Romance Silver. We tried it at Tangs first floor. Silver a new variation of the Romance series. I thought the Silver is the nicest smelling of the series, comprising of the original, Blue and the Silver. She thought so too. The other 2 is too strong. The other levels of Tangs are quite boring. Then as were about to leave, i spotted someone ,whose back is facing us, who looked very much like Evelyn. I mentioned that to her. She said that the girl did resembles Evelyn. We walked to the front, and she is really Evelyn. She asked us whether we are going to the Alumni Diner, and our answer is yes. Then she was saying that she was not sure and that she is still trying to pursuade the other girls to go. Well, i advised her to really pursuade, because it has been such a long time since we all meet up. She was in a hurry and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along an interesting stretch of Orchard Road, Lucky Plaza. The shops there are built in such a unique way that they are sort of like a small basement. It was getting late, so we continued out way, towards Plaza Singapura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Plaza Singapura, our initial intention was to watch a movie, but seeing that the timing was not very appropriate, we decided not to catch the show. On our way down ehe escalator to basement, we bumped into Valerie and sorry I cannot remember what is your name, Valerie, please remind me again. So together, the 3 of us went to the food court to have out dinner, while MinQi is returning home to cook part of her dinner for her family, well, she and her sister shared the workload. Before i had my dinner Valerie introduced me her friend who is working at Yamaha, Jonathan. So we all had dinner together, althought Jo had his earlier, he accompanied the group to the Food Court which is just next door. After my meal, as usual i went to get some fruits, a bag of Guava, a stick of Grapefruit and a slice of Pineapple. It all amounted to $2.80. So expensive, if i should have known, i would have gotten less, like the guava should sufice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the 2 girls went to study at Valerie's Church at Park mall; they still have got their test tomorrrow. I went to Yamaha, the other part where Jo was not working at (he is at the instrument side, i went to the books side). I was wanting to buy a guitar sheet music book of Movie or Television Show titles, but there were none. I went to Mos to get myself a Coffee Milk Shake as a treat to myself before i embark on the train journey home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Kovan and went to enquired about the Spectacles at NanYang Optics. The shopkeeper said he would help me to make enquires about that particular model. It was at Kovan also that i realised that i wanted to check out the prices of Sun tan lotion back then at Far East Plaza Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am home. Tomorrow, I will be going to another Shopping Trip. This time I promise myself to buy, at least a pair of fitting, nice, beautiful Jeans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113457822698543924?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113457822698543924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113457822698543924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113457822698543924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113457822698543924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113448660251896696</id><published>2005-12-13T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:10:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On Leave!!</title><content type='html'>I'm on leave! quite a long break to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, quite a few major happenings happened these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was great! Really. Although we got some tricks up our sleeves, which me and my lovely assistant performed to perfection. Haha. i would not reveal what that was, you know the saying, Reduce, REUSE, Recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5943/489/1600/Jay%27s%20dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5943/489/320/Jay%27s%20dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went to the arcade wth Addison and Minhui, played some (actually 3) shooting games and one classic Hong Kong game. Jay had wanted to play some Billard, so he went ahead with his game, and met with us later on. The bus ride was quite short, but through some eerie Old Tampines Road. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was over soon, but then the afternoon had reminded me of a familiar scene. Thursday afternoon, Qin Yi requested for help with the preparationof the Christmas event invitation card. While there, Esther was not there, but soon after i joined the group of girls with the preparation, i realised that the essence of Esther is present. The sprit, the flow of that energy, you just got that feeling. Qin Yi, just liek her sister, started her tauntings and teasings. Furthermore regarding the same topic as her sister's. Prove me wrong if i say that that both of them are not alike. Maybe it is a girl thing... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Friday, i went to Bugis with my sister, had lunch at the Long John Silver. We tried our luck at the scratch and win draw, but to no avail. Okay now, although i had no Girlfriend, but why, please tell me why. Why do i have to endure the pure torment of answering the ultimate question of "do i look fat in this?"? Is my sister putting me through 'the' training? At the end of the day, although i was ready to spend some money, we only bought a CD each. My sister bought "little Pig's" Chui Mian Show, while i bought Kenny G's At last... The Duets Album. She had a 'few' more purchase than me, by buying some Hello Kitty items. We returned home after having dinner at the food court there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work on Saturday. The usual Saturday is actually a relatively quiet shift for us. Well, for reasons i can think of such as, that the public are happily shopping, and not making trouble, and that they would not want to call the police to spoil their day. Well. And we had a system of doing half-half shift. I was doing sentry first and patrol second. My colleague and i have a challenge to see who will be the least busiest. I would lose almost everytime. There was once, i took first half patrol and got only a case. He came back with none. I mean wow.... anyway, Saturday, he got 1 case, then change over to me. I got 5. See what i mean? Busy. I had an initial plan to leave station at 9pm, so to reach home in time to watch Cast Away 1030pm. I leave station only at about 11pm. Nontheless, i watched the show, and bath after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my favourite day, Sunday. There was a bit of complication then and there among the people who should be having an evaluation meeting. They got it over by postponing it. The meeting should be held during the afernoon after lunch. But some of them have to go distribute our invitaion card. Timing clash. So, most of us went to send Jay off, at the Airport. The starting part was alright, just the usual, chatting and having photographs taken, hanging around, asking each other if any help was needed. The more emotional part came in when Jay and his Mother was about to walk into the departure gate. A lot of the girls cried, and no, not Hao Jie. Can you feel the pepper tonight... Well, to reveal to y'all, the emotional high for me was the point when he walked past and out of sight, being blocked by the wall, the point when i cannot get to see his silhouette. The dinner that night was not very good, simply we went to the wrong place to eat. The staff canteen of the Airport. Quite expensive and not that delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, yesterday. i basically lazed around the day time, resting. In the evening, We meet up at the coffee beside video ez for dinner. HanWei, Jeannie, her sister, Minhui, Daryl, Esther, HaoJie, me. Darly was the latest. We had about 50dollars of food. Then we proceeded to Esther's place for the 'usual' Monday night movie. Initially, Monster-in-law was being played, then i voiced out 'coach carter' then simultanously people said that they felt that Coach Carter would be better, so we switched. It was a terrific show, check out the comments on LCCSF's blog. Then MinHui and i walked to check out the BBQ pits. There was a group BBQing there. So i enquired  on how to book the place. At first a girl replied that we can book via her dad, and gave us a number. later we found out that the number is the RC's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went out at about 10am to Hougang Gymnasium. Wow, there are loads of people, a lot of JC students. i thought that there wil lbe very little people being a weekday, but i was wrong. I was at a lost as i do not have a programme to follow. Then after that i went to have a swim next door, at the Hougang Swimming Complex. 15 laps, and i hav a 45minutes tan there. I felt so good, but the swimming trunk imprints were ugly, Yhew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i can type a one month entry and a 4 days entry to the same length. Haha. well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113448660251896696?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113448660251896696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113448660251896696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113448660251896696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113448660251896696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-on-leave.html' title='I&apos;m On Leave!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113401545737560714</id><published>2005-12-08T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:17:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final day to keep my promise</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me finish up whatever that was left of the month. (refer to the previous 2 entries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the night shift, i was on course again. It was like going to be another week without work. That made me missed 2 weeks of exercises, because the free days are irregular. I was attending the Stress Management course at IPAM Civil Service College. Together was Lester and Ivan from my NPCO 1 squad. Actually i also met Mr Donnell Koh's colleague, a Lab Tech there. On the first day, 1st December, which was my Inservice day. I hearsd that the other colleagues are building snadcastles at East Coast Park, that would be till 7pm, while the course is office hours. Di d i mentioned that i went to the wrong building at Buona Vista? When i step into the door  of the correct place, the instrctor just called out me name. Accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9774.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the amazing thing is hat i was able to meet up with old friends. My group had finished our lunch at Tanjong Pagar Market and was returning back to the college, when i thought i saw someone i knew. She was wearing black office wear, walking towards my direction. I stared hard at her, but i thought that she did not noticed me because i read from some newspaper saying that if one look long enough at someone, that someone would feel that he/she is being watched, so i did not gave much thought, i merely sent her a sms message after she walked past me. There was no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the course, i was trying to get friends out at a last minute attempt via sms. I was waiting at the MRT station. While i was waiting for replies, a young lady approached me, initially identifying herself as a financial advisor promoting insurance policies. After much talk and questioning, she found out that I was not her target group of customers, so she changed her topic, and asked me:"where do you go on Sundays?" I replied her:"Sundays, i go to church." She was initially stunned, but later she told me that she was actually thinking of inviting me to church. She had also informed me that there was a programme at Church of Our Savior on the very next day. I was so gald that there are "baby Christians" who are so passionate about the Great Commision even though she is a "baby". Well, Miracles of the Almighty God, since then till eternity. Next i went to Bugis alone, to do some window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bugis MRT station, i met Nurul from the first 3 months MJC term. She was as excited as i was, but she was going to work, so we did not chat much. Next up the elevator, i met Serene, my colleague from another team. Talking about coincidences. Actually my trip there was to take a look at various casual type of blazer available. I did not see much. I was getting bored thus, i thought of the incident that happened earlier on. I then calld up the friend that supposed i hav met. Michelle. When i called her, she was busy learning driving, so i asked her one question:"were you at Tanjong Pagar just now?" Then she, surprisingly:"oh so that was really you!" She put down the phone shotly as she has got to continue her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after i had dinner at BK. At around 11something Michelle called up and we did some catching up, mentioned the friends back then while she was still in MJC, about how we are doing now. Then agreed to meet up for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd December. Breakfast as agreed. We had it at a Muslim restaurant near Tanjong Pagar. She has not changed a lot, but grew prettier, removed her braces, finally get to see her in another outfit other than school uniform. I had only wanted iced coffe, but she insisted sharing one of the kueh with me. Well, how can you reject a lady like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course ended stree free, and i was going the Church of Our Savior with Esther and Haojie, but Esther could not make it, only Haojie went with me. I met up Michelle again as she was on her way home, it was her last day of internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worship service at the church was loud and powerful , but somehow i felt (MY PERSONAL FELINGS) that i was not as "touched" as when i was in my own church, maybe it was the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Lost my EZ-link and Haojie lost his shoe together with the shoe bag during the duration of the Badminton game on Saturday 3rd. I went out with Russell, a long lost Russell, to Orcahrd road. the place was crowded, so we had to settle our meal at a Food Court at Scot s.c. Then after took a walk along Orcahrd Road. Nice meeting you bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on today(finally today's here) , we'll be having a dinner at Sakura Tampines with our Dear Jay, cause he is returnign back to Hokg Kong. We'll miss you. I got a irritated shock when my boss called me p and told me i got extra duty tonight. But it was a misunderstanding after all. Phew yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had i mentioned everything? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113401545737560714?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113401545737560714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113401545737560714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113401545737560714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113401545737560714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-day-to-keep-my-promise_08.html' title='The Final day to keep my promise'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113396537109621465</id><published>2005-12-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:22:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued...</title><content type='html'>The Big day was here. Sunday 27th November was here. Revivre. Our dear Mr Raymond. The Thunder God. The time and effort spent on the last 5 weeks was has not gone down the drain. The decorations, the rehearsals, the leaflets, the manpower, all has been put to good use. Used to glorify God's name! Althought i had not take any photographs on that day, we actually had a video taken, of course it was not by me. the turn out that day was over expectation, a total of about 50+ people. Praise the Lord, for we are faithful. Seeing so many people, no douth is a happy scene. The performance was really a powerful one. It was enhanced with Raymond's life story which was pumped up with a lot of impact. Some of us even bought his autographed CD and took some pictures with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next day, as mentioned, i went to watch the Harry Potter movie with my SFers. At Golden Village Marina again. Always the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work for one night shift then i was on course again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is late now, i think I'll contine tomorrow, i now have truely learnt my lesson: to blog frequently, wow, it was tiring man, to try and recall so many events that happened throught hte month. well at least i'll try to keep my promise by completing the entries by tomorrow! Tata for now. Thank You for being so patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113396537109621465?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113396537109621465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113396537109621465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113396537109621465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113396537109621465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/continued.html' title='Continued...'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113396372380383475</id><published>2005-12-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:59:06.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the past month or so</title><content type='html'>For the past month or so, the happenings can be sumarised briefly as follows. I continue to update, haha, so as not to disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Sunday, 13th November. I was on morning shift that day, while i was getting ready to perform my duty; I bent down to adjust the seat, just then, something flashed a beam of light, across the right side of my face, there goes the button off the right shoulder of my uniform where the ampulet is. Then, I went looking for help, forst from my counter officer. She sugested using safetly pin, but she did not have any, so i went to seek for the others. Fortunately the previous shift's officer always carry safety pins and he too is using safety pin for the uniform on his back. Another same shift officer also had the pins, but since I took his, I then did not take hers. The final step is to get the safety pin onto the uniform. Initially, i did it very "uglyly". Upon seeing that, the counter officer also could not stand the sight of it, she then offered to help me. Sigh. One small button, yet it had caused such a huge fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9711.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9713.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the shaft of the safety pin at right side of the button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the 17&amp;18, it was the last tour of one of our beloved officer, the one who did NDP NE show duty with me, the one whom i had known about the first insight of my team from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9746.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was doing my day shift with him. Initially he was the driver, then somehow i took over as the driver, and poor him, he had to do all the report, all the writing instead of me, haha. He was saying :"what the world is coming to, a NS guy bullying a regular" haha, of course, he meant that to be a joke. I will always remember you as my mentor, the person who let me have knowledge of what is in store for me in my a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDC, Intermediate Developmental Course. Indirectly, it is a promotion course. I got to meet up with a lot of my Squad 54 and my NPCO 1 squadmated. The get together is a great feeling. Having seeing so many of my friends who went through months in the same room, sleeping on the bed next to each other, the feeling is simply terrific. So much to catch up, so many topic to share with. Especially during the lunch and dinner when i really get to understand my friends in the same station as i am. Louis and SK. We had dinner together at Chomp Chomp(serangoon gardens) I had a churning stomach after finishing my serving of spicy stingray. Monday (28) was the last day. SK and i went to watch Harry Potter at Marina with my SF friends! Great time, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9764.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK and I at TRACOM LT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113396372380383475?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113396372380383475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113396372380383475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113396372380383475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113396372380383475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-past-month-or-so.html' title='For the past month or so'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113393099554241428</id><published>2005-12-07T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:49:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMISE!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, OK, it's been a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'll blog in by tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113393099554241428?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113393099554241428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113393099554241428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113393099554241428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113393099554241428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/12/promise.html' title='PROMISE!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113171401083768776</id><published>2005-11-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:00:10.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SsmackK!! Yum Yum!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9694.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i had a wonderful dinner just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Yum! Really satisfactory. I went for a jog at around 1730, right after I put down the phone, talking to the telephone operator who took down my orders.She told me it would arrive in 30 minutes time, i told her it is okay, and thanked her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite some time since i went for a jog, thus i was feeling not up to it to finish my usual four rounds. So, after two rounds, i slowed down for my last two rounds. When i was about to finish my fourth round, I had an urge to push myself further; to train my stamina. Then I speeded up for another two rounds, finishing six rounds. Fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at about 1830. My father was home already, my cousin and sister had their share of Pizza. We ordered the new triple cheese country pizza, one more Hawaiaan pizza, star shaped harsh browns, wings and nachos, that cost us $41.84 inclusive of GST. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9695.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9697.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so tempting, see? The above pictures. Wow. Then after a jiffy, see the result, wah, so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9700.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9699.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, i was upfront the computer, uploading pics and blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113171401083768776?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113171401083768776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113171401083768776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113171401083768776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113171401083768776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/11/ssmackk-yum-yum.html' title='SsmackK!! Yum Yum!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113137340560041274</id><published>2005-11-06T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:23:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVRE</title><content type='html'>Yo you peeps out there, If you like good singing, and like to hear young people talking about meangingful ideas or principles in life, this is one production I proudly presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Invitation.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Revivre! "A Brand New You" is how it is translated into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get to see one talented young man, i personally call him Lei Gong. Haha, hope he do not get offended. His real name is Lei Shen Xiong. Well, he almost made it to become like the next David Tao, or the next Jay Chou, or the next Ah Do. But he gave up the chance to pursue a greater mission with his time to fulfil his purpose in Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you peeps out there can respond to this invitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113137340560041274?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113137340560041274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113137340560041274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113137340560041274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113137340560041274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/11/revivre.html' title='REVIVRE'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113137220331200485</id><published>2005-11-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:03:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID NOTHING</title><content type='html'>I DID NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merely was i greting a friend. Well, no need to get so uptight about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, and Hao Jie, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have hotel duty later on. I will also be actually doing nothing, except keeping myself awake my means and ways, and also to be vigilant and alert to keep peace there. It is a security desk, what else do you expect. Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzzZzzzzZZzZZzZZzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113137220331200485?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113137220331200485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113137220331200485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113137220331200485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113137220331200485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-did-nothing.html' title='I DID NOTHING'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113137185930845957</id><published>2005-11-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:57:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Yupp, Aloysius, Daniel and me went to watch Flightplan after much ordeal. Haha. It was because, its either Aloysius or me who cannot seems to make the compromise to go to certain places or to do certain activities. So yesterday night, we came to no decision. But today, finally able to go out with some of my JC peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius and me realised that one of us should get another of those cool jacket, we might be able to share it. We suddenly thought of sharing wardrode, because this way, we somehow could have double our clothings; things to wear, em, that excludes underwears! STRICTLY! Haha. And, oh, we realised that Daniel looked too good in uniform than the usual way he dresses. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to have more gatherings. Really!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113137185930845957?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113137185930845957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113137185930845957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113137185930845957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113137185930845957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113029832848310028</id><published>2005-10-26T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:45:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest. Rest.</title><content type='html'>Today. Second off day. Might be able to rest the fatigued mind, well i have gave my tired body the entire whole day! Since i got home yesterday, i was in bed till evening and then i went back to bed at night. Till i had a backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice tour the past days. The incidents are quite managable. Hey, talking about that, about the Cineleisure case, i must say: i am NOT the first PO this time. Not everytime. But i have heard how pityful the person is. Nothing else i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. I do not know whether to go to Creative and collect the Zen Micro. Felt much like doing so, especially when there are road works happening down at the tar road at the carpark along the void decks. They are making a new exit for the carpark, and i really had nothing else much to do anyway. i could do with a shopping around Jurong point, or catch a movie there after collecting the player. Well, i will see if the situation permits my actions today. If the day agrees with my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113029832848310028?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113029832848310028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113029832848310028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113029832848310028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113029832848310028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/rest-rest.html' title='Rest. Rest.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-113029744189037817</id><published>2005-10-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:28:19.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Stood Up</title><content type='html'>Hey, Russell, youu stood me up. Sad man. It's only a minor headache. Sigh. Our friendship is on the threat of a small headache. Haha.The thing is that, i tried calling you up for aapproximately 45 minutes, from 4:45pm to 5:30pm. No reply. Time wasted only. I was so excited to watch that movie. Actually i had a movie marathon event in the afternoon, watching Son of the Mask and Daddy Day Care. Funny show, but Son of the Mask was totally nonsense. Although it's sort of strenous to my eyes, but for the movie, and for going out with friends, i do not mind. I tried messaging Russell sice the afternoon,but then he replied with a message saying he is having a headache. GGGRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i called up Aloysius right after the last time i tried to call Russell, at about 5:31pm. Then he invited me to his new place. Gladly i accepted the invitation because i do not want to waste a saturday day off. So i sped off and bulleted towards the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i reached his place, Valerie called up. I informed her about my curent status and then did not join her in her proposed activity. Oh, wow! Aloysius's new place is big, so much bigger compared to the condominium unit he used to stay. Although some of the furniture are already there, there still are missing some. Thus the cosy feeling of a home is still not quite there yet, but i am sure that soon, when the rest of the furniture comes in, the warm feeling of homeliness will soon fill the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Aloysius, his cousin Rayn, and i went to Tampines to have our dinner. We went to a restaurant Phins (did i get the spelling correct?). I recommended the Cornish Game Hen to Aloysius, and he regreted it much.Not because of the taste, in fact it tasted great; not any like the regular chicken, but it is the way that he (or he do not know how to) cut the chicken that made him regret. Rayne had a steak with a tinge of alcohol, and i had Kelong Delight. I should say the Tampines branch is not as good as the Bugis Branch. Somehow the taste lsot out by a bit, but overall, i would give the restaurant a 8/10 points! Anyway, he mentioned that that would be my Birthday treat, well, i am fine with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-113029744189037817?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/113029744189037817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=113029744189037817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113029744189037817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/113029744189037817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-stood-up.html' title='Been Stood Up'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112964831800656574</id><published>2005-10-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:11:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as usual, i went jogging. I met the girl next door, well, more of the girl next block. She is this interesting girl, with loads of wild ideas in her mind, such as passing items by throwing it acorss the block, or using torch light morse code to talk across the block. I met her and her another friend at the park where we all jogged, I tried inviting them to a drink at the coffee shop near to our place, but both of them rejected the offer, saying that they are going to have dinner when they reach home. Her friend also a churchmate, reached her place first, as it was nearer from the jogging place. Then we continued to walked towards our block. She was so worried that people always get her and her sister's name mixed up. Well Candice, i for one, do not have that problem. I can tell you apart from Samamtha. Being a pilot is sure hard work, even for the boys. I really do not know if the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF) takes in female pilots. I know they have other key appointments which are being held by female officers, but I am not sure about pilots. Well, Candice, if one have a dream, one got to find out how to fulfil it. Oh ya, then we were talking about a guy's appitite and that he eats everything when we were approaching the coffee shop. Well, do we really eat everything? Guys, say something, defend youeself! One thing for sure is that, for so long I have been in church, this is the first year that I have really get to know more people from the other Church ( 1 Building holding 2 Church. Mine, for the chinese speaking community, and theirs, for the english speaking community).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i did not go out with Russell, neither did i go to Creative. It was too late by the time i finish typing my entry just now, should have decided earlier, really. I was disappointed with the decision. But besides the bad decision made, the weather did not really grant anyone the permission to go out. The rain simply keeps one in; makes me want to stay home instead of getting wet. That comforted me a bit. I then called up Russell, and i can hear that he was also a little dejected, but he made me promised to go out with him on saturday, I'm okay with that. Haha. After that, i stayed home and had a great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day shift. It is not the end. After the shift, there will be a operation going on. So my working hours starts on 19october 0800 till 2000, then at 2200 report fot operation and it will end at 20october about 0700 hours. In a sense, in any organisation, whenever is punctuality a problem? Usually we will need to report earlier and kock off later, that is all. Technically, it is about 24hours, plus plus plus... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep now! For tomorrow! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112964831800656574?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112964831800656574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112964831800656574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112964831800656574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112964831800656574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112962573675497623</id><published>2005-10-18T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:12:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah! Sightings!</title><content type='html'>It woul be weird if you are an office worker and suddenly, one day while working, your friends (lots of them) pop up right in front of your face. But it will not be if you are doing field work and you get to walk the streets of Orchard Road, especially on one of the Saturdays. Last saturday, 15october, my team was dispatched to attend an incident along Orchard MRT station underpass. While proceeding to the exact location,my partner saw her frined, while i was wondering what was the probability that i would chanced upon mine, Daniel and Minqi (JC peeps) saw me, well, as expected, Daniel gave me a very gay slap on my arm. I was initially a bit shocked to see them, but got over it a second later, as I need to concentrate on my job. At my standby point, the underpass itself, Joe Koh (Secondary school buddy) chatted with him, he asked me about my NS and was sort of comparing with his, he also commented that i did not change one bit since the last time he saw me. Haahaa, is that good or bad news? Next I saw the Police OCT guys Xiao Hui, thought he did not reconised me, and also Song Loo, who gave me a very warm smile and waved to me. My team was stuck there for about 3 hours and man, our poor feets were tired. The day was not complete yet for without the next incident which adds to more torment to our legs. Right after we left the underpass, along the filter lane of Scots road into Orchard road, an accident, right in front of our eyes, actually it was right behind our heads. We were walking from a Toyota Wish parked at the end of the filter lane, when a motocycle sped past us and smashed right into it. We had to get the ambulance and to inform the incident to the various departments while standing. Directing taffic, waiting for Trafic Police arrival, and looking after both parties. Tired legs. Few case, but long procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was accused of seeing something that i did not see, and because i was true to God, true to myself, that i would be like Job, that i have made a covenant with my eyes not to look lustfully at a girl (Job 31:1). Well, it was like this, there was a commotion among a couple, and by the time my team arrived, the guy was like pulling and tugging the girl. As she was wearing someting like a tube, certain something should be out on the lose according to me partner. We were right in front of them, when i saw to that they have stop the struggle, i saw the girl pulling up the tube like dress. During debriefing, they were like teasing me saying that i should have. I denied i saw anything. Truth. My TeamLeader jokingly commented that he know that I did not see, but since the whole team was so sure that i did, it was really such a waste that i did not. Well, i beg to differ. I have a covenant with my eyes you know, and I have a covenant with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, the tour was not completed yet when we had not once again came across incidents during my night shift on the 17october. Some security guard has to be so fussy such that he had wanted the Police to do something when someone kicking some bin along the road, the best is that he could not really tell if the damages were done by the people whom he pointed out. It was during our standby at a certain Nightspot along Orchard Road. Well I have learnt a lesson to ask when in doubt no matter how pissed off or how busy my in-charge is, and to record the correct person's statement. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, now is 1645, and i am still considering if i wanna go out or not; to Creative to collect my cousin's Zen micro and for a movie with Russell after that. We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112962573675497623?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112962573675497623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112962573675497623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112962573675497623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112962573675497623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/wah-sightings.html' title='Wah! Sightings!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112926365199626357</id><published>2005-10-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:20:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd event,  coming right up</title><content type='html'>The Next event, was also near. At Pasir Ris. it was Andy's birthday celebration in advanced. Well, it was meant to be a surprised ne. But things went a bit wrong here, and a bit haywired there. The suspicion factor was basically, there. Yupp, it all started when early in the morning when Andy found out his mom had bought alot of fresh ingredients, commonly used only for steamboat. Next was Amanda showing him her phone displaying the missed calles from Andy's mother new number. Earlier, on a different date was Leo's and Bamboo's miscommunication about going out with him one of the coming saturdays.Subsequently the afternoon og the 24th was a hard time for Amanda to keep Andy away from home while preparation works comence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9164.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a hard time laughing real hard after the steamboat dinner, and the cake treat. Why? Because all of us dig out several "Campfire games" such as [Black Magic], [How many mae mae jumped over the wall], [1 2 3], [I like mummy but I don't like mum] etc etc. But one of it was one weblink Aloysius just found on the Web. We used real dice to play the game at Andy's place. http://crux.baker.edu/cdavis09/roses.html Try it, its called [Petals around the rose] take note of the last sentence of the first paragraph of the Background. The funny part is not about figuring out the pattern of the game, but figuring out the pattern of Bamboo figuring out the game. I am telling you this, it was really a hard laugh. Haahaa!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9169.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo And Andy, after the Cake cutting ceremony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112926365199626357?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112926365199626357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112926365199626357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112926365199626357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112926365199626357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/2nd-event-coming-right-up.html' title='2nd event,  coming right up'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112926485959188419</id><published>2005-10-14T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:40:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3ed event, coming right up!</title><content type='html'>This was a really really recent event. Well on the 10 october 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Nigel, of NPCO 1. Well we could not get the other peeps go come out, either they are enganed with pre-planned activities, or that they are on thier shift work thay day. Well, we will have to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it Logsheet style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1335 Met up at tiong Bahru MRT station, beside Macdonalds. Resource Foot patrol, no sign of one Nigel approach resource.&lt;br /&gt;1346 Arrival of one Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;1352 Proceed to tiong Bahru Plaza, top floor, simple restaurant, set lunch @ $9.90.&lt;br /&gt;1400 Lunch Commence&lt;br /&gt;1425 Lunch Ends, paid bill at counter.&lt;br /&gt;1427 Proceed to Arcade next door. Played Car-racing game and shooting game.&lt;br /&gt;1453 Comments by Nigel, "Car-racing, shiok!! Next time must come play more, experice driving!"&lt;br /&gt;1510 Proceed to Cinema ticket office next door, purchesed property, 2 tickets for [goal!] 1545&lt;br /&gt;1514 Proceed to basement one Cold storage, purchased property. 2 Bottles of drinks and 3 packets of snacks.&lt;br /&gt;1540 Proceed back to Cinema&lt;br /&gt;1545 Arrival at Cinema, entered premises, visual inspection around vicinity. Crowd size about 10. Commence on movie trailers of [Little Chicken], [Flight plan], [Doom] and [Sky High]&lt;br /&gt;1550 Movie Commence [goal!] at Cinema 6&lt;br /&gt;1750 Movie Ends&lt;br /&gt;1754 Proceed back to Arcade&lt;br /&gt;1757 Arrive at Arcade, played more car-racing game and more shooting game&lt;br /&gt;1813 Comments by resource,"Car-racing really helps in real time on the road experience." Comments by Nigel," in time to come, these games will help Singapore roads become a hazadous onee"&lt;br /&gt;1835 Left Tiong Bahru Plaza, proceed to Tiong Bahru Food centre.&lt;br /&gt;1842 Arrive at Tiong Bahru Food Centre. Ordered Roast Meat &amp; Char Siew rice and Soya bean Drink. Nigel had a Soya bean Drink.&lt;br /&gt;1859 Dinner ended&lt;br /&gt;1815 Proceed Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahaa.. too much work, too little play. That's what happened: you bring work into play. Haahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112926485959188419?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112926485959188419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112926485959188419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112926485959188419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112926485959188419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/3ed-event-coming-right-up.html' title='3ed event, coming right up!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112926327863349675</id><published>2005-10-14T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:17:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st events, coming right up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9142.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day. Yupp, it was one of the saturdays (24th sept 05) when i have 1724, a fellowship of my church that comprises people of 17 till they are 24! Cool combination. I remembered that day was emotional. Remembering the times about 5 years ago, when my Student Fellowship organised a night tour, and the last destination was Changi Beach. On 24th, it was a picnic outing, and while on the journey, we passed by the route when we used to reach Changni beach 5 years ago. Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional would be the right word that day. Because Qin Qin was sharing about her plans for her future; retaking O's english as she required the grade to enter the Polytecnic, and as such the date clashes with her trip to Taiwan for the Church's chior. She had mentioned that she had missed the trip the last time, both the paper and the trip are very important to her future. Emotions filled the air. I need not spell out what happened next. Well, we (SFers) had just received news that she had been accepted into the Polytecnic of her choice, which means that she could rest assured that the results O'levels English paper will not make much of a difference to her future now! Glory to the God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9137.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another emotional event happened on that day, if you consider being hysterical to be an emotion. After the sharing session we had a short game of frisbee. It was when the frisbee entered the waters that such emotion was being displayed on our faces. Excitment turned hilarious. The disc was mot far out at sea, but the continouous taunting of the graceful waves attracted it, like how a magnet, though small, but able to pull the weight of a heavy metal weight. Bit by bit, the disc inched towards the freedom of its own destiny, along time. Against this destiny came one man, a young one, hot-blooded, well, sort of. Using his intelects, initially, with improvisation, a stick to lure the disc back to where it belongs. But the elegant waves has been out too far, too dangerous. With the last breath, the man though that if he had missed this final chance, there will be no tomorrow for the disc. There goes him, waddles through the now angry waves which attempt to stop whoever wanting to rescue the disc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9156.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got it. Undaunted by the futile attempts of the evil waves. The pureheart raised his sword, i meant his stick, the shield by his side, i meant the frisbee disc in the other hand. He proclaimed victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/IMG_9157.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112926327863349675?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112926327863349675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112926327863349675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112926327863349675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112926327863349675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/1st-events-coming-right-up.html' title='1st events, coming right up!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112925811249907428</id><published>2005-10-14T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:48:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found out the truth</title><content type='html'>Actually, a lot of people have been wondering why i ipdate up blog so irregularly, and also at such a long time lapse. This is because, i have some problems with the computer/s at home. Either they refuse to connect or the computer system is totally down. My own's mainboard was short-circuited and my sis's had a bit of trouble while connecting, because there was an additional phone to the router, once removed, well, all is fine. Sad Life, without connection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming are the entries for the recent events!! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112925811249907428?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112925811249907428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112925811249907428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112925811249907428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112925811249907428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-found-out-truth.html' title='I found out the truth'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112722893186032421</id><published>2005-09-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:08:51.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends &amp; one's Golden age</title><content type='html'>Yupp, Yupp, you are right, there are, as usual two posts today, so read on, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i really enjoyed my secondary and JC life, with all true friends around us, we will not need to worry that you might get stabbed in the back anywhere you walk; friends who are true, who are pure at heart, most importantly, freinds whom anyone can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me into pondering about all these, on saturday night, when i met Hui Yee at Dolby Ghaut MRT station platform; i was on my way home from work. Seeing her let me thought of the times i was in my JC classes, the interaction between people of our ages then. Samanthia &amp; Li Jia were also there, it was their secondary school class sort of mini gathering. Yee and i brought up a lot of other people's name, like Aloy, Val, Russ, Hailing, Daniel, Fanny, Victor, Ibrahim, Ashik, Jerome etc etc. We find out about each other's life, also about the people-that-we've-mentioned's life. I actually realised how thriled she was to see an old friend, and also how she responded to htis very old friend. How true, how pure the friendship of ex-classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, i would really want to meet up with another old pal cum Metal Gear Solid fan cum partner. Edwin Kee. Where are you, man?? Hope to get in touch with you once your vacation starts. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm hitting the bed, gonna go work tomorrow. See you at Orchard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112722893186032421?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112722893186032421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112722893186032421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112722893186032421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112722893186032421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/09/friends-ones-golden-age.html' title='Friends &amp; one&apos;s Golden age'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112722723581838006</id><published>2005-09-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:40:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-up</title><content type='html'>Yupp, as of that day, do not you people out there thinks that the Orchard incident is some sort similar to Happy Tree Friends. You know, good friends, then somehow, in the end, the body ends up in pieces. No offence to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I am now begining to see how adults behave, how different people treat other people in front and behind their back. Really experience the errieness of this whole behavior thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those faint hearted, prepare for the bloody image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/Pics/Clipboard02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human. Adult humans are masked creatures, i hope i will not grow up to become the beasts that i detest most. Dear God, guide my path in this influential society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112722723581838006?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112722723581838006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112722723581838006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112722723581838006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112722723581838006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/09/follow-up.html' title='Follow-up'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112650203519302766</id><published>2005-09-12T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:13:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO POSTS today</title><content type='html'>There are 2 posts today, read both! enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112650203519302766?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112650203519302766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112650203519302766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112650203519302766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112650203519302766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-posts-today.html' title='TWO POSTS today'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112650198656035668</id><published>2005-09-12T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:22:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Road &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, it happened to be the third day in which the Fillipina maid's body was found. Orchard road and me. I work at orchard road. I did not expect to chance upon such raw stuff, except in the biology laboratory, in which we students cut things up. A head with long hair, in a red plastic bag, exposing the left ear. Beside it is a blue travel bag, unzipped, and also a blood stained newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v483/evanger/pic002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 4 hours in the sun, i have to direct passer-by to use the Orchard MRT station underpass because the other underpass was being cordoned off. 4 hours in the sun, i have to respond to passer-by's questions on who, what, when, where, why, how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took MC the next shift,because of 4 hours in the sun and 1 wedding dinner, in which a colleague warned me about the food there. i went ahead with my plan to go to Creative headquarters in the morning with Aloy to get my cousin's Zen Micro repaired, and also to take a look at the sale there. Bought a Singapore design mouse, nothing else. Went to the doctor's  later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, my stomach still feels funny right now.Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112650198656035668?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112650198656035668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112650198656035668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112650198656035668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112650198656035668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/09/orchard-road-me.html' title='Orchard Road &amp; Me'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112650090943387607</id><published>2005-09-12T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:55:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, i am so lonely...</title><content type='html'>Being a Police National Serviceman , especially now, since i am working shift work. Good, i gives me freedom, but then so, it does not give me the opportunities to meet up often with my loved ones, people like good buddies from the JC/Secondary school, people like my brothers &amp; sisters from church. i feel so empty when my off days falls on a weekday.i cannot ask them out. Either they are studying or in camp serving SAF/NS. Last  tuesday ( i think), my father was gong to suntec, i thought why not i go watch my show and he would go do his stuff but by traveling the same way. i would wanna catch &lt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&gt; as it was going to stop showing soon. I called up my several friends, none of them can make it as they either required some rest or they are engaged in either working or still in campus. My father left the house first to go to hougang to pay some bills. He ask me to decide where i wanted to go, then give him a call.  Subsequently, i decided to go to cathay to watch as i was not in time for the suntec's show. When i reached the bus stop, i told my father my decision, but after a while i got the "WHAT-THE-HELL-AM-I-DOING" feeling. i called up my father again and met him soon afterwards. We went to suntec in the end, done some window shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112650090943387607?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112650090943387607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112650090943387607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112650090943387607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112650090943387607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/09/lonely-i-am-so-lonely.html' title='Lonely, i am so lonely...'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112443484917725255</id><published>2005-08-19T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:00:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life, Or rather, a Different life.</title><content type='html'>New Life, Or rather, a Different life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in the English language, the way one pronounce different words in a statement makes the statement have various meaning. For example the title of this post: &lt;New Life, Or rather, a Different life.&gt;. You might want to try the different ways to read this title. Like :"new life, or RATHER, a different life" or "NEW life , or rather, a different life" etc. But for this post, read it with the emphasis on "different". "new life, or rather, a DIFFERENT life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life as an frontline officer is totally different from the life inside the Academy. Totally. I mean we have heard a lot (trust me, it is really a lot) of what is the jobscope of an officer once he or she passed out from the academy. I thought I was prepared enough to face the changes that I am going to face once posted out after hearing all those stories, facts, experiences of the senior officers who took us for classes. No, I am not, i dare say that the other squadmates are not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an NPCO, a police officer, a public servant. Really, a public servant. No doubt it will be one of the most interesting and fruitful post one might get in the force, but the message is that all those crime fighting drama mama action will most probably not happen in my lifetime as a NPCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have seen that we are actually more like servants, only that we are the public's. Why? Because we have to respond to the public's call for "help". Sometimes little things like small time couple quarrels, or "i suspect someone stole my bag, you know, the expensive brand, LV?" when in fact is that they hav misplaced it when we ask them do they have any suspect in mind. " Oh! em... i left it on the foodcourt table to 'chop' place, then by the time i return, vanished". We must be cautious, especially with LV bags. Or bigger time llike drunks fighting after mere seconds of night spots when they just walked out of the bar's door. Then police have to go there stop the fight. What are bouncers for. I mean the stsation is a few streets away, by the time we reach, we might be down there looking at dead corpse. Right? Sometimes, drunks call up police to say that people are harressing them, when we reach the scene and ask them, their friends keep on pulling them away, then say to us, "sorry sir, my friend had too much a drink, sorry to bother you" still trying to pull the friend away from the police. Crime fighting might not be the phrase, Crime management is more like it. We came to contain the situation, protect life and property. Well people do not call for the police before they see a crime in progression, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drame mama action. Not in my lifetime, but i wondered if it will happen at all. I am happy with the more noble management job. Manage the peace around townsville. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112443484917725255?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112443484917725255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112443484917725255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112443484917725255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112443484917725255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-life-or-rather-different-life.html' title='New Life, Or rather, a Different life.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-112200922991442697</id><published>2005-07-22T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T13:13:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh My... It seems to be months ago that i have touch you, Mr eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i will have to make some quick updates since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i passed my driving practical test with 6 demerit points, Thank God for keeping me calm while on the road. Next we, all the NPCOs have passed out from the Police Academy! But, but not without a powerful impact of a very very terrible changing parade on the second last day of the course conducted by our very weird OC squad. It left us with a deep impression because we deemed that our mistakes would not qualify us to be beiong punished this way. For what? Watching an original VCD while waiting for his ultimately late arrival to class, besides he has no plans for lessons anyway. We have not been having proper lesson for the last month of our course. Just wait in class, waiting for breaks, waiting for the meal times, just like in the zoo. The whole session included a raincoat PT session which was stopped by FI Hassan, then that was when the changing parade commence. Good, at least we have some sort of parade for our passing out. POP lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next for the relaxing part of our time in Police academy. Our peeps realised that actually we should have started playing volleyball a long time ago, beacuse it is simply so fun. One thing is that it is quite a new game to everybody, everyone has their own fun in making funny mistakes, hilarious in fact. Another thing is that the bond is there, it's exciting to just really play together. Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, The JC gang. Although the outings has been a little in draps and bits, but we somehow managed to get together. We went to Amanda's dad, stingray stall along kallang on one of the saturday Joanne fetched the rest of them (without me la, so late already) to some bar to have a drink., Then i think the following week we went to watch initial D at Suntec then play pool at Marina Square; spent the rest of the night searching for Joanne's car in Suntec's carpark. The previous week i went to Marine Parade K-Box, with the Double As , Aloy and Hailing. First time there. Felt weird at first, until i know how to just 'let go' Haha. Oh ya, i still owe you some money, Aloysius, this blog entry is the IOU... haha, so informal, i now. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sfers, i have got to tell you peeps that my schedule is irregular, so, plaeae do take note and try to remind me if my assistance is required whenever. i will not be able to attend neither service nor Bible Study regularly, so update me on the happeningd within Church. Trust me, my Faith is still strong, i will promise to so my own quite time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yan Fang's new house for house warming right after Bible Study the previous week. Then i went to watch War Of the World with Min Hui. Weekend tickets are still so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted out to E Division, Orchard NPC. The very first duties i have performed is the one at the NE show last week saturday. It was exhausting standing there monitoring the students and bus. Now i know that not everybody really understand the meaning or co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it until now. i think the frequency of me updating would be iregular too, but certainly more often now, after posting out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-112200922991442697?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/112200922991442697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=112200922991442697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112200922991442697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/112200922991442697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/07/gosh.html' title='GOSH!!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-111736191716283459</id><published>2005-05-29T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:19:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right on target.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to bring the book : &lt;Deception point&gt; to camp. So KY and Nigeress can't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was plain old uninteresting... until wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Wednesday, our barrack was raid again. PT punishment. PT kit, then did pumpings, crunches, jumping jacks, then 3 minutes change to full uniform. Afterwards another round of pumpings and jumping jacks. Afterwards we had a session of feedback session.. F I Danil asked us, " what u think of your squadmates?" sigh... The whole process took about 3 hours, then it was dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Thursday, 3 pm, F I Danil took us for PT. First, he came into our barrack, "PT kit in 3 minutes, bring some cash". we thought " wah, gone case". We had a round of warm up exercises at the basketball court, followed by a run to Macrichie reservoir via Mediacorp, then we went to Thomson Macdonalds. we had a break, got a drink, then off we go again, back to Tracom. then whole thing takes about 3 hours. Next was dinner, followed by movie night.. Guess wat.. i actually stay there trying to watch SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. i sat there, frustrated, because i was hoping that the show was spoiled like last week's amtyville horror, then the management changed to show to the exorcist. In the end, i started messaging the people seated within the near proximity. Bored i was. I did not enjoyed the movie one bit, i do not know why. actually i'm okay that i did not enjoyed it. Fine.. weird guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was okay. we got to walk out a bit earlier, it was Family Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was not bad. i attended my church's hokkein worship enent. the song was Fascinating. Title [i want to sing aloud] in hokkein. The live version made the audience so emotional! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week will be our fingerprint dusting &amp; photography course, and we'll be apply for for our PDL tomorrow!! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will going over to Australia for her overseas learning journey organised by the school. Hmmm, hey Dawn, if you are reading this, Haha, you better take good care of her while she over there!! Haha!! Or else i'll take good care of you!! MUHAHAha (evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-111736191716283459?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/111736191716283459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=111736191716283459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111736191716283459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111736191716283459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-on-target.html' title='Right on target.'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-111736042357548275</id><published>2005-05-29T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:53:44.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. I'm delayed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week. Ah, last week. Let me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was quite an event filled week. Firstly, we, NPCOs, got to know our Final theory results on the same week (on friday) as we took it (tuesday).. Wow. Most of us passed! It was actually quite like a joke as the practice session was so tensed up because the instructors kept on saying how tough, how tricky the paper was, choose A, B, C or D booklet, Never take the E or F booklet. I got the E booklet, it was actually very easy, so i can imagine how the previous booklets would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another eventful situation, sort or rather related to the Final theory test. On the test night, F I Danil raided our barrack. Of course being old birdies of TraCom, we were taking matters into our own hands: bedframes with hangers/clothes, bed messy, shoes arranged atrociously.. worst of the worst.. my bedframe was shifted from my place to the front to join with my another 2 squadmates, it will book like 3 bedframes together, mine in the centre, except that my frame was a single frame, the side ones are double deckers. So, after his raid, he made wat it looks like a aftermath of a typhoon out of the barrack and made those who were not taking the test do PT. As we received the news just before we entered the testing ground, somehow it affects our feeling at that point of time. The next thing we knew, the next day, or Officer-in-charge, blew his top, and left the classroom. we never get to see him for the whole week after that, partly due to our actions, partly because he was also on course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-111736042357548275?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/111736042357548275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=111736042357548275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111736042357548275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111736042357548275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/05/missed.html' title='Missed!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-111614596653382098</id><published>2005-05-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:32:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fellowship of the Clique</title><content type='html'>Hey, our clique. Aloy, Daniel,  Dean, Joanne, Minqi, Russell, Valerie &amp; me. Some of you all really, seriously, had not meet up for a long while. Phew. So long. Since Prom Night, if i'm not wrong. So yah, the rest of us, like Daniel, Dean, me, met up yesterday again! For a movie: Kingdom Of Heaven. Although it was not an official our clique thing, because one of my squadmate initiated a movie event for yesterday, then ask me along, i took this opportunity to also gather our clique. Great idea, right? So the movie, was a little strange to me, because i lack the background knowledge of Jerusalem then. But the entertainment value is there, definitely, great cinematography, and lastly the message was quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i am still not so good at arcade games. Lost so easily. This i got to know before the movie, while playing Time Crisis 3 at X-zone Dholby Ghaut. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-111614596653382098?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/111614596653382098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=111614596653382098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111614596653382098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111614596653382098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/05/fellowship-of-clique.html' title='The Fellowship of the Clique'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-111614546578632435</id><published>2005-05-15T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:24:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NPCO + Class 3 licence = Better policeman</title><content type='html'>Wow, i really could not believe the i am going to take my Final Theory this coming tuesday when i just took my basic theory last friday. It is simply too fast, usually other people would require to wait for about 2 months or so to sit for it. But i believe the lessons we, NPCOs attend every night had so far prepared us well for our tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week in camp, was a neutral. Highs and lows. i had good interaction with my squadmates like Eyebrows, Kuan Yong, Yuan Kai, Zhang Feng, this bunch of people, chated a lot, about games, lifestyle, habits, our childhood, NCC, sisters, etc. Bad time, actually waste of time, because of the "too much free time" between programmes. People get restless, peopl gets rowdy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp; Demons. The book i lend to KY and Brows. KY finished it. Fast. I'm currently reading Wisely, book 47: The other species of human. Science Fiction. Chinese book i'm still at chapter 7. Slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-111614546578632435?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/111614546578632435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=111614546578632435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111614546578632435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111614546578632435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/05/npco-class-3-licence-better-policeman.html' title='NPCO + Class 3 licence = Better policeman'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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-8481948.post-111503641583158258</id><published>2005-05-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:20:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to training;  1 2 3 4: left right left. 4 3 2: 1 N P C O!!</title><content type='html'>Ahem. It has been 2 weeks, right? Nothing much has happened during this time though, that is one reason why i did not really bother to blog in too often nowadays. The NPCO training did not comprise much content. I guess (and the officer in charge's too) that the reason why the training is made residential is .. Well.. Because of the driving lessons. By the way, i started my first basic theory lesson last thursday evening. Then, also, i felt for my Airport police officer squadmates because they are not entitled to the driving license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, other than last thursday evening, the past 2 week has been identical. Morning wake up, flag raising, breakfast, lesson, lunch, lesson, dinner, end of the day; except for wednesday we have mass-calisthenic (basically all staff and trainees will be at the parade square for some light warm up then compulsory run will be conducted by the respective officers) and also some Physical training or Drill lessons by my Field Instructor. The only hilight is that we have change from a slacker instructor to a stricter one who likes running a lot. So, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mentally, spiritually and emotionally, i felt that the 3rd week of NPCO training actually brings the squadmates to a greater extent, if a graph was to be used, i would describe that the graph of unity start to increase EXPONENTIALLY. Wow, that is a strong word, man. But in any case, there would be some people who still do not see the commom direction the squad is heading towards. I hope that they will not take long to realise. God please help to lighten the burden of squad NPCO 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long a time the clique has not meet up. Finally ther is a small get together of the MJC guys, Aloysius, Daniel, Dean, Russell with a special guest MinQi. Although some people came at the wrong timing and some cannot come due to unforseen circumstances, i appreciate the effort man. We should get together more often man, hang out at great places like Brewerks, Marcee etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, i will be walking in soon. Taking taxi tonight, as my father will not be driving me there. Got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8481948-111503641583158258?l=originaltpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/feeds/111503641583158258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8481948&amp;postID=111503641583158258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111503641583158258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8481948/posts/default/111503641583158258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originaltpc.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-to-training-1-2-3-4-left-right.html' title='Back to training;  1 2 3 4: left right left. 4 3 2: 1 N P C O!!'/><author><name>Eternity Evan B.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12032066212694196059</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>
