<?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-3638048256399950345</id><updated>2011-09-12T22:21:13.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bombastic Crap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6036279929600764752</id><published>2011-07-10T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:52:59.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job, New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I finally quit my job in Jones Lang Lasalle last month on the 28th. It took me forever to come up with the courage to send in the resignation letter without a job on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after serious thoughts about my commitments and financial status, i decided to to take the plunge and leave JLL jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider it as taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with JLL for close to 4 years. During my tenure, i have learnt a lot things, made a lot of good friends and met a lot of good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were nice there. I could come in late to work and still leave on time. I was damn good with what I'm doing and people always look for me for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to a certain circumstances, all these good things were marred and made my experience in JLL, not a very pleasant one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes are always hard to accept, but only with changes then will come improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to secure only one interview when I was serving my notice and i seriously didn't bother to look for other jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt blast my resume, nor was I actively looking for job openings. Basically, i was only of thinking of NUAING. At least for the next 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the only interview that I had secured, turn out to be the biggest surprise. I managed to get the job through one round of interview, and on the same day no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised. Never expect that to happen. I even managed to meet the team on the day of interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am with iDA. Been working there for last week and tomorrow is my 2nd week. Hopefully, I can learn as much as I can here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6036279929600764752?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6036279929600764752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6036279929600764752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6036279929600764752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6036279929600764752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-job-new-beginning.html' title='New Job, New Beginning'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6232249113962604829</id><published>2011-05-16T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:24:31.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw...</title><content type='html'>I was having a late dinner at Hougang just now. While having dinner, I saw an old man, with a green t shirt, a cap and a cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was limping towards an empty table, with a cloth in hand, started wiping the table while clearing up the empty plates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man looks to be around 60 to 70. The wrinkles on his face marks the path of time. His hands, wrinkled, with green veins popping out. He shuffled with a limp, as if every effort to move requires him to exert every muscle in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a tired look, his eyes, as if resigned to fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His trembling hands carried the empty plates and bowls, with the dirty cloth in hand, shuffling and limping towards the collection point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the collection point, there was this young man. Fit and strong, standing down there, having the easy job of sorting the plates and bowls. If the plates and bowls are not empty, he would just poured them into a trash bin and sort them accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job that even a three year old or a elderly that could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man handed over the plates and bowls and continue shuffling to another table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However before he could move, a stout, pot bellied Indian stopped the old man. He gestured towards the old man and for awhile, the old man watched him intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, the old man took a bag of plastic bags and proceed to stock up the stalls. While the old man was busy, the stout pot bellied Indian was eating nuts and chatting with other cleaners. Young and fit Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not long before there was another empty table. The stout pot bellied Indian called to the old man and pointed to the empty table. Gesturing to the old man to stop stocking up the stall and wants him to clear the table immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man, without a word, a complaint, set down the plastic bags to one side neatly, shuffled and limped towards the table. While the stout pot bellied Indian continue chatting with the Young and Fit cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke when I saw that scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a man who had gone through life almost more than any of the cleaners being deployed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Singaporean, who MM Lee has mentioned, the generation that remembered, the generation which built the foundation of our modern Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an individual who had to struggle with such little dignity and pride, in order to survive in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the FT lording over the old man, while being biased towards his own fellow country man, is this the Singapore that we want to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Fit and Young man at the sorting station stands down there and do simple job, the old man has to shuffle and limp around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloody contrast, a young FT having an easier job than an old Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the country done for the generation that Remembered, Contributed, Built and Brought our glory today? Is this the future that you want to see? Is this the way of how the country treated the contributors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we really wanted and is this how we take care of the ones who had help built what we are today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6232249113962604829?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6232249113962604829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6232249113962604829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6232249113962604829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6232249113962604829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-saw.html' title='I saw...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1890615997848594618</id><published>2010-12-16T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:38:55.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N8 Reviews Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>Okie people... I will be getting the N8 at Jan next year, which is just a few weeks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing a lot of negative review on the phone but also, tons of valid argument against those review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as i am a stubborn ass when it comes to gadgets, i wont believe any of those reviews who wrote them. I only believe in what i used, touched and have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, those interested, watch here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1890615997848594618?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1890615997848594618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1890615997848594618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1890615997848594618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1890615997848594618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2010/12/n8-reviews-coming-soon.html' title='N8 Reviews Coming Soon!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3695965860554189977</id><published>2010-10-14T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:20:14.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa, too long no update~!</title><content type='html'>Sheesh, this place is gathering dust as i type. its almost a yr and more since the last update... I almost forgot this place &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to clear up the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, time to update what had happened for past 1 yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sep 2009 After 10th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my PS3 Limited edition 10 days later. Set me back about 1200 &gt;_&lt; Had fun, a lot of fun! it even came with FFVIII demo and FF AC complete Blueray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2009&lt;br /&gt;celebrate my birthday with my gal at a place call Wens. With Ah Huat, Erin, Glenn and forgot who. I drink, drank and got drunk. I cant really remember anything much except that after the drinking session, we went for frog leg porridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;My PS3 lens got burned after trying out a game call cross edge. will never touch that stupid game again. Boring as hell and it burned my lens! cost me $90 jus to repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2009&lt;br /&gt;Lost in wonderland till Christmas! Christmas was so so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;Start of the new yr! a very busy yr in fact. got so many things to do and so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;Okie seriously i think im missing out something here. I have forgotten when i started schooling again! anyway, school was great! to those pple who keeps on screaming that school sucks and is a waste of time, i have to tell u this. You are missing out the best time of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar 2010&lt;br /&gt;forgot what had happened. maybe its bcos its too uneventful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr 2010&lt;br /&gt;Bonus! LOL, ar! i suddenly remember when i go sch already! cos i paid my school fees using my Bonus! yea yea, school starts at Apr. then know this auntie call esther at the 1st day of school. exchange phone numbers cos 1st day nia lec already give team assignments! And hell yea, Im de only guy in the class... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of the class, recruited Kopi and Gu Lian into the team for assignments. these 2 aunties also funny... we joke during class... kinda defeated the purpose to sign up for studies &gt;_&lt; but heck, learning is fun when you have these pple with you! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes and work and my gal became the center of my life. things look so ok at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams and homework i think! i know its damn hectic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got my results back. 1 b and 1 c. LOL gu lian and kopi got shocked by my results. thinking i would get an A. i tell them no la. i lousy one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest event of the year happened in this month! you guessed it! but no prizes! its NDP! the only day when every Singaporean is patriotic and really really love Singapore. After NDP, we jus shut up. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of ICT. 3rd one. 3rd high key in fact. Big things happened, mutiny occured. shall not go into details, not my issues anyway :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa Wa, so fast oct liao! my bday coming again! hmmm&lt;br /&gt;going batam for bday :p my classmates got me a electric shaver for my bday! they don like to see me full of mao mao! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.. think i will update this blog once a month or once very fornight. Yearly affairs are tiring &gt;_&lt; too damn taxing on the brain :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3695965860554189977?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3695965860554189977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3695965860554189977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3695965860554189977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3695965860554189977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2010/10/wa-too-long-no-update.html' title='Wa, too long no update~!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6205906437934732971</id><published>2009-09-10T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:47:46.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long update</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I update this blog of mine... Time for a major update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yr's reservice is crazy, I have been summoned back to camp for 5 weeks straight. 3 weeks of normal in camp and 2 weeks  of CSM course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 weeks are crazy as this is de first time tat we have to train as an Ops unit. We were made to move like as we were in combat. A lot of us were first timers as we have not went through this before... Even for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chaotic. We spent a lot of time planning the movement, including traffic control. However, on tat day, nothing went according to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vehicles were going to all de wrong places at the wrong time. People not following instructions as they try to do what they think is right. I was not there to suprvise as I was made to go outfield. My RQ was basically screaming all de way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were out in the field, we do not have enough manpower to set up the obstacles. I have to work alone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I went outfield. And there are a lot of things that I cant take it as when I was a regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having the NS man mentailty. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 3 weeks in  camp, I managed to rest for 1 week before going for the CSM course at ASTW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another 2 weeks of hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trainees there. We got screwed left right centre with all kinds of abuse that you would have never come across. We were being trained in the 84mm gun, which is heavy as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was crazy. I can be as wet as a duck a few moments ago and I could be as dry as a stick a few moments later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final 5 days 4 nights mission was held in Tekong. Only 1 word could describe it. Nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ovrerall we had fun. We ordered $300 worth of pizza and $80 worth of drinks at the last nite of the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6205906437934732971?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6205906437934732971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6205906437934732971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6205906437934732971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6205906437934732971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-update.html' title='long update'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4632981277170548121</id><published>2009-08-09T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:40:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Ago Till Now</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever since the last time i updated this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus came back from ICT. another 3 weeks of suffering, except this time its worse. theres outfield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got both hands cut by concertina wires. my boots were destroyed, my pants were torn, my shirt got extra holes for ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, i didnt lose weight! WTH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4632981277170548121?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4632981277170548121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4632981277170548121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4632981277170548121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4632981277170548121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-long-ago-till-now.html' title='Long Long Ago Till Now'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-396623366607334175</id><published>2009-05-19T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:35:06.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Vs Women, Mars is different from Venus</title><content type='html'>Look at the title. Guess it you can know what this post is gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this issue has been debated thousands of times, more possibly, millions. up to this date, i still can never understand the most mystical creature in the whole universe. Women that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who came up with the rule that women must 1.)be hoax, 2.)have things their way, 3.)is always right, 4.)to throw temper as and when they like it without men knowing the damn reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on, but it might take me forever just to complete it. Its no joke, just ask the men ard you, you can try the ladies too. that is if u don mind dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments can start with no reasons nor trigger during a conversation or any action. Like walking through a landmine field. And surprisingly, it can jump from one genre to another without and indication, warning nor hint. just like 4D, whatever combinations or possibilities u can come up with, it jus continues to amaze u more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women is good at jumping and most probably no men can win in this sport. whats the best thing they jump into? Conclusions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, if u don believe me, ask ard again. and they do follow the famous investigator's rule, which is "Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable must be the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DE HECK IS TAT!!!??? by taking things at face value, their over creative brain starts to go into CONCLUSION mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I need a new computer for work. There's a lot of things to do tonight&lt;br /&gt;Her: okie, lets go get one.&lt;br /&gt;Me to sales lady: I need something that can run excel with a huge data load.&lt;br /&gt;Sales lady: sure, this thing can *blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Me: okie i will take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, comp set up, I started to work. due to MY COMPETENCY in excel and the POWERFUL PROCESSING of the computer, i managed to get this done quite fast. So fast that its out of my expectations by 10 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to look into the specs of the PC and decided TO TEST THE GRAPHICS PROCESSING POWER of the PC. So i log on to Audition since its a graphic intensive game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Wa you told me you are going to be very busy hor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i finished my work, jus plain testing de graphics.&lt;br /&gt;Her: YEA RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Me:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she didnt even wan to talk to me after tat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean thats her way of showing her displeasure and i was like WTF HAVE I DONE WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don know y she thinks that i cant finish my work fast even though my workload is heavy... CANT A WOMAN PLACE HER TRUST IN A MAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*** if tats de case, then be together in the 1st place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-396623366607334175?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/396623366607334175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=396623366607334175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/396623366607334175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/396623366607334175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-vs-women-mars-is-different-from.html' title='Men Vs Women, Mars is different from Venus'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4347354041051637402</id><published>2009-05-03T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:37:36.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Project</title><content type='html'>Secret project in progress... Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4347354041051637402?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4347354041051637402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4347354041051637402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4347354041051637402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4347354041051637402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-project.html' title='Secret Project'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2096060042932978904</id><published>2009-04-25T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:52:27.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT</title><content type='html'>Jus came back from 2 days Bn day. It was PAINFUL. not physcially but mentally... its worse than being in a meeting at work and thats for the 1st day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day wasnt so bad. thats when the men starts to come in. we had a Q&amp;amp;A session between the men and the commanders. The men decided to question me about the out pro for last ICT. why we were the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I explained them in details and they accepted it. The day whizzed by and we are allowed to book out. Fauzi gave me a lift home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home, the subject of the company was being brought up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him a very simple question. Does the men hate me as i have always been the devil. Fauzi looked at me in surprise then ask me why do i think tat way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him i jus had a feeling abt it. He laughed and says that i have gotten it all wrong. he told me tat the men and commanders were actually happy that im the CSM instead of the others. (Fauzi is the 2nd in command) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has talked to men and junior commanders and he told me what de men thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men understand my situation and they had put themselves in my shoes. They know the reason why i have to be the devil and be so strict with them. they know the reason why i have to make them do so much and make them do so much drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they know why i have to push them so much despite the fact that its jus reservice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they saw my company tag changed to Alpha, they asked me why am i not in HQ anymore. i told them that HQ don like me and so they transferred me to Alpha. I told them then Fauzi would then become the new CSM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then when i realized that how much control and command i have over the men. One of men told me straight in the face that if the transfer is true, then HQ will fall cos they know Fauzi cannot control them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were actually happy to have me as their CSM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2096060042932978904?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2096060042932978904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2096060042932978904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2096060042932978904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2096060042932978904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/ict.html' title='ICT'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4490800650435926068</id><published>2009-04-12T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:54:31.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!!!</title><content type='html'>Wa! its been so long since i last updated this blog of mine... think its gonna rot soon if i don post something up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for some recap, all in chronological order...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Got a new toy for Wii. A dancing mat with DDR Hottest party game. Was having fun with it, sweating buckets. Played till late night, mum came and showed us her fury. Decided to dance by landing on toes. Got a fast song, jumped too high, landed badly on a bad angle, sprained my ankle. Out of action for 3 weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Receive news that there is gonna some movement in my department but no confirmation from anyone. Then receive news that there might be another opening in another department. But still waiting for the new structure to be set up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Bought 4 DVDs. Red Cliff 2, 200 pound beauty, Yip Man, The Tokyo tower. Watched 3 of them at one shot. Still have not watched Tokoyo Tower... Must find time for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A frd decided to help me print my book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Continued writing story for He &amp;amp; She. Left off from Dec last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Got a new game for Wii, The Legend of Zelda. Fun Fun Fun and the puzzles almost drove me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Got myself a new portable HDD, 360 GB. Cool looking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Night ride to Mount Faber. Challenged the mother of all climbs. Almost kaput... Saw Antony dismount and push. Straight away give up and push also... Then realise how close i am to the summit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Night Ride to Tampines Trail. Hougang -&gt; ECP -&gt; Changi Coast Road -&gt; Changi V -&gt; Pasir Ris -&gt; Loyang -&gt; Tampines. Never went in the trail, too dangerous. Some of us went to the coffee shop and wait for them. Seehow got battle scar when he was in the trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Bought another new toy for Wii. Guitar Hero World Tour, with the band set. Hell lot of fun playing drums in my room! Hell Yea!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Received news about movement in the company again. This time more clear. But decided not to tell anyone or say anything and its still sketchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Wilson msned me, asking for ideas on how to declare his love to a gal he like. In de end fail... LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Registered for NTU bike rally, 128KM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Started a 1 time training for NTU bike rally. Full island. Pong chek on mandai road on the way back. Too many climbs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Changed tires for my bicycle. Kept kenda nevegal for the front, Maxxis ignitor for the rear. Test ride was so damn smooth~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. News about movement for the department again. Rumours!!! But still have some truth in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. 128KM Bike rally day! woke up at 430 am. Met jeremy, moved off. Seehow overslept so we went to ECP 1st. Registered, seehow came, loaded ourselves with carbo. Flagged off at 730am. Clustered F*ck initially, so we stayed behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many god damned climbs, luckily changed tires, else will die. Finished at 3pm. Jeremy came in at ard 315pm. We collected our goodie backs then moved to Carls Jr to rest. Rain came, hungry, bought Carls Jr. Rain stopped ard 5pm, cycled back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a sore butt, sun burnt arms and 2 color tones for the skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Bought a new watch for her. Original price $800++. Discounted: $400. Sherry bought a watch for me too. Ellesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Brought mother to Cafe Cartel for dinner. Had St Louis Pork Ribs. She almost fainted when she saw the size of it. We ordered 2 servings of St Louis, 1 Chicken and Fish, 1 chef salad. 1 Hot chocolate, 1 mocha and 1 cookies and cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Short ride from Hougang to Seng Kang. Met new frds. Joel joined us when we were almost ending the ride. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Received news that Ash is leaving us. The department got her a watch from Fcuk. Wondering when its my turn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Bought 1 Ipod Nano and 1 Ipod Touch. Impulsive purchases for the Touch. Nevertheless, still having fun with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Bought new games for Wii! My fav game series of all times. Final Fantasy! Echo of Times. And also Super Smash Brawl! Had fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Mahjong from 11am to 630pm. Brought mom and dad to Cafe Cartel. 1st time for dad. Was planning to go Pasta Mania, but dad says he wan pork chop. Same as mom, almost fainted when he saw the ribs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Had dinner at NeBo. Tried the Gladiator Sandwich. KOAZ, Bigger than Carl's Jr.... Had a hard time trying to finished it. In de end take away. Watched Handsome Suit today. Laughed my ass off. Damn funny and touching too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SeIbhgKt82I/AAAAAAAAAYg/YocKDij89lc/s200/SNC00154.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323847971889869666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of the Sandwich! 4 Pieces of chicken, 8 pieces of Ham. Tons of Cheese and Gravy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched a documentary on Chinese History today. Awww! I wanted to study Chinese History! Damn it! It has been a long burning passion of mine but no chance to fulfil it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4490800650435926068?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4490800650435926068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4490800650435926068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4490800650435926068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4490800650435926068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='Updates!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SeIbhgKt82I/AAAAAAAAAYg/YocKDij89lc/s72-c/SNC00154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8725895591232366172</id><published>2009-02-13T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:31:11.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent updates... 100th Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Have been busy these few weeks due to quite a bit of stuff....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the order of importance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cycling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. RT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy with work for the last few weeks. I have to cover my work, take on new stuff and train my new assistant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new assistant holds a Master in Finance. In a way, one should expect more from her. I had high expectactions from her and yet, the more I hope, the more I fell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was with Stand Chart as a Finance Analyst before she came over. One would have expected her to be proficient in certain aspects of MS office, notably, Excel or Access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I asked her whether she knows the basic functions, such as, Vlookup/Hlookup, IF, Date, etc... She said yes. But when I saw her struggling with the functions, I knew we are screwed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been eating into my work time as I have to break off from whatever Im doing when she asked me for help in some simple things. My productivity dropped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im taking on new stuff at the same time because I have new assistant. But it seems that Im being taxed on a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cycling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been banging around the place on my little bicycle for last few weekends. It was nice and fun and I got good workouts. I and Jeremy had planned for breakfast on every sunday morning at CV, cycling to there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New poison, new toy, new interest. Whatever you say it, whatever it is! Been stuck to this cute high tech little white box that has provided me with intense game play (Motion sensored!) and the pretty graphics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing of all, its Party Games aglore!!! Which means, the whole family can join in together!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room has become a Zoo, an arcade, a mental hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wii sports has been thrashing quite a bit of my family members right arm. (Boxing and bowling!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. RT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worse thing ever to happen to someone who has ORD from the army. Shall not elaborate on it. Anyone who went through it knows how troublesome and how stupid it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, apart from those issues above, I did something drastic today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE SENT IN MY RESIGNATION LETTER. With immediate effect as on today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to ask Kimi-chan to help me draft the letter as I have not written any before. (I bang table with the upper management last time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi-chan thought I was joking when I asked her to help me draft the letter. Her eyes were going to pop out when she saw who I was going to mail it to. She asked me why I wanna quit since Im doing so well currently. (Im one of the highest paid in my department)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her that its my own personal decision and I need a new enviornment. She then asked about my new job status. I told her I got none pending, which means, JOBLESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got a double shock upon hearing that. I told her I need a break first before doing anything else. She then shake her head and said that people like me can afford to do that while she cannot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8725895591232366172?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8725895591232366172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8725895591232366172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8725895591232366172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8725895591232366172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-updates-100th-post.html' title='Recent updates... 100th Post!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3213932253673932327</id><published>2009-02-05T01:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:01:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Empire</title><content type='html'>Read the papers 2 days ago and the headlines had grabbed my full and immediate attention. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chiefs of Sunshine Empire has been charged and is waiting to go trial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a big news which is worth celebrating as Singapore's Biggest scammers were caught. The net of justice has caught up on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had absolutely hated the Sunshine Empire and the management group even though I do not have any involvement in it. However, the way they scam people makes my fist itchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across them a few years back when I was still a regular in the SAF. At that point of time, a lot of my colleagues and friends were in to it and told me that its a good way to earn money. Basically, just throw money in there and let it roll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I declined them countless times and yet they were very persistent. I even had some friendships that soured because of this issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relenting to pressure and not wanting to have any friendships broken up, I reluctantly followed them to their so call seiminer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, the number of people over there is over-whelming. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and there was a buzz in the air. There were people wearing black suits walking around the place, telling people that they are going to have their lives changed. I stood by in a corner waiting for the seminar to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour came, we were ushered into a room. There stood a man who introduced himself as James Pang. He said that he is to help us change our lives for the better and to earn big money. And then, the power point slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar was more like a brain washing seminar. Almost everyone seems to captivated by his speech and his fraudulent promises. I have done the maths in my head before I went to seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The returns were too good to be true and its unsustainable in the long run. Even banks can't promise you returns that were so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the seminar, my friend drag me to a corner and introduced me a man who wore suits. He sat down with me and asked me how was the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I am very skeptical about the whole thing and its very hard to convince me to part me with the money. He laughed and said that everyone who came had the same mindset as me and he will changed my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started by taking out a pen and paper (the usual stuff) and started to draw and write figures while explaining how the payout system works. When I asked about the products and services that the company provide, he said that they are not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADCOUNT is the main revenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know its a scam. However, I decided to stay on let him finish his talk as I do not want to offend him as my friend was still standing beside me. When he was done talking, he told me not to wait anymore and produced a paper to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I wanted to go home and think about it as the amount is huge. He told me that the longer I wait, the more chances I'm losing and I should act fast. I gave a firm no and persisted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, my friend called me and ask me to make up my decision fast. I told him that after discussions with my family, I decided not to as we might need the money for emergency. He told me to call him when I had changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin searching the net and found quite a bit of information on the founder, James Phang. After going through all the data, I realised that its a scam and called my friend to warn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wrong move. My colleagues in camp start to ignore me and my friends stay away from me. Some even called up and scold me. I took it like a pinch of salt till the point when people who I do not even know started to call me up and demanded a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fearing these people, I went down and meet them. We had a heated argument and some said that I'm one of the worse kind around. I give up talking to them and give them a piece of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell the truth. And the time is now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those people who dissed me and said that Jame Phang is their father, I would say that you are blinded by greed and become stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3213932253673932327?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3213932253673932327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3213932253673932327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3213932253673932327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3213932253673932327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunshine-empire.html' title='Sunshine Empire'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2415927853922898922</id><published>2009-01-22T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:02:43.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling Pictures and Picutres of Bling!!!</title><content type='html'>Weeeee!!! its a long over due post of cycling pics!!! Here we go~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up! The pictures of the new Bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh50Nj-rZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GT7e-mR7qIQ/s1600-h/SNC00143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh50Nj-rZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GT7e-mR7qIQ/s200/SNC00143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294115299874745746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bling tat I have been talking about! My new Shimano XT Hydraulics Brakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The levers damn bling right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh7PI6K8sI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ikk6dHQ62bY/s1600-h/SNC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh7PI6K8sI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ikk6dHQ62bY/s200/SNC00147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294116861993743042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh7O5sbFoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/l0CdtPlRQIc/s1600-h/SNC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh7O5sbFoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/l0CdtPlRQIc/s200/SNC00146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294116857909548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rotor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh6T6yLffI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nYrQKZl4OSY/s1600-h/SNC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh6T6yLffI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nYrQKZl4OSY/s200/SNC00145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294115844589846002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I and Jeremy got new lights! Damn bright! Next time when me, Jeremy and Elias went cycling, its gonna be a like day ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics tat we took while we were at the bridge to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70e7E0CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TQ1tg1X37ok/s1600-h/SNC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70e7E0CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TQ1tg1X37ok/s200/SNC00140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117503558275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70AaFc9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9Lt8cqBiGCg/s1600-h/SNC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70AaFc9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/9Lt8cqBiGCg/s200/SNC00139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117495366841298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70Js_PpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_majSIUM0Sk/s1600-h/SNC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70Js_PpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_majSIUM0Sk/s200/SNC00134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117497862045330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias and Jeremy                        Me and Jeremy                         Me and Elias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70OBdYZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RRwT00TKAh4/s1600-h/SNC00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh70OBdYZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RRwT00TKAh4/s200/SNC00133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117499021648274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh7z6sdjxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GbROZoiDpbA/s1600-h/SNC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh7z6sdjxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GbROZoiDpbA/s200/SNC00131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117493833305874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elias                               Jeremy and Elias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2415927853922898922?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2415927853922898922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2415927853922898922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2415927853922898922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2415927853922898922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycling-pictures-and-picutres-of-bling.html' title='Cycling Pictures and Picutres of Bling!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SXh50Nj-rZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GT7e-mR7qIQ/s72-c/SNC00143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6542973093026658102</id><published>2009-01-18T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:41:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLM, What the heck?</title><content type='html'>I got a meeting request from a friend a few days ago, asking me to meet her up for coffee. Since we had not met each other for a long time, I decided to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met, I was amazed at her transformation. The last time I met her, she was a girl who wore T shirt, Jeans and sneakers. Now, she looks like a executive, the standard 3 piece suit. A shirt, blazer, skirt and high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down, ordered our drinks and talked about old time. Barely 10 mins into the conversation, she started asking me whether am I interested in a business deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised yet already half expected it. (Not the first time, wont be the last too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be rude, I act interested. I gave her the 'WoW' look and used the exciting tone in my voice. She was beaming with smile when she saw my expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a damn good actor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceed to introduce me the company, her position in the company, the products of the company... All the standard opening fare with all the bells and whistles and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she took out her weapon. The paper and the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have to talk about the rest. I believe most of the people who went through this knows what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, after the presentation is finished, I asked for 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Business Plan/Business Proposal&lt;br /&gt;2.) Official Company Profile / Product or Service description&lt;br /&gt;3.) Official Financial Statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her replies were so beautiful till I'm stupefied by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) There's no need for Business Plan or Business Proposal as the CEO fully knows the direction for the company. Business Plans or Business Proposal are for amateurs only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) She has already shown me the Official Company Profile / Product or Service description when she showed me the printed Powerpoint slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) She says that the company Financial Statement cannot be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what the fuck? (Pardon me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an investor/member/partner, the company should have allowed access to these publications easily to us. Unless, I'm a consumer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, if someone ask you whether are you interested in a business proposal, ask for these 3 items. Else, you are either a consumer, or just a freaking big carrot head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6542973093026658102?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6542973093026658102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6542973093026658102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6542973093026658102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6542973093026658102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlm-what-heck.html' title='MLM, What the heck?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7929378396126124276</id><published>2009-01-11T05:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:16:30.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Specs of my bike Giant XTC SE 2 2008</title><content type='html'>Frame: Giant XTC SE (Special Edition) 2&lt;br /&gt;Material: Giant Allu Alloy 6000 Series Double Butted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fork: Rock Shox Tora Solo Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handle Bar: Giant AI Racing, Giant Alloy 30.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handlebar Stem: FSA OS 140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headset: Crane Creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seatpost: Easton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle: Giant Comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifters: Shimano Deore Rapid Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD: Shimano Deore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: Shimano Deore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brakes: Hayes 9 Hydraulics Disc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brake Levers: Hayes 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassette: Shimano CS-HG50, 11/34, 9-speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain : Shimano HG53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rims: Xero Maravilloso Disc XPD 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs: Shimano Deore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spokes: DT Competition 14/15g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tires: MAXXIS Ignitor 26" by 2.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranks: Raceface XC Prodigy Forged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7929378396126124276?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7929378396126124276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7929378396126124276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7929378396126124276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7929378396126124276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/full-specs-of-my-bike.html' title='Full Specs of my bike Giant XTC SE 2 2008'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3540512482433506262</id><published>2008-12-31T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:25:33.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Injury &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>okie, i got another injury last fri... A kid riding a bmx without brakes shot out from nowhere and bang into me on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew and landed like a ragged doll while scraping de floor... my left side of my left calf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay down there half stunned. After awhile, I realised tat i was bleeding. When i took a look at de wound, i curse and swear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was big.. approx 11cm by 5 cm. It was a 2nd Degree Abrasion. Theres was no doctor at tat point of time so i have to cycle back home while bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i didnt even check my bike for damage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, I washed my wound and let it dry. I preferred to let it heal de normal way. Which means let de scab form. however, after 2 days it still didnt look good. so i went to de doc. the doc says tat i got bacterial infection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i have to cover it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres de wound before i cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SVpm-KF3a9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/_c5Ueyzgx7o/s1600-h/SNC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SVpm-KF3a9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/_c5Ueyzgx7o/s200/SNC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285650330719579090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i die die have to listen to my doc advice to cover it up. Doc says tat for a injury this size, its gonna take at least 2 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SVpnWP_oN-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/dm1Zh1_5tUs/s1600-h/SNC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SVpnWP_oN-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/dm1Zh1_5tUs/s200/SNC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285650744620890082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, here's all covered up. i seriously hope this can heal fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post pic when i change dressing tomolo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3540512482433506262?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3540512482433506262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3540512482433506262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3540512482433506262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3540512482433506262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-injury.html' title='New Injury &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SVpm-KF3a9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/_c5Ueyzgx7o/s72-c/SNC00101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5973662095696960636</id><published>2008-12-22T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:52:34.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Km trip from HG to Changi Village and back</title><content type='html'>Totally shagged out today... my gal, Jeremy and I went for a 60km ride today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started from hougang at 2045. Our 1st destination is East Coast Park. when we reached east coast park, we did not take any break till the starting of the Park connector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we move off from the park connector and then travel to Changi Coastal Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coastal road was like a never ending road... after some time, we reached changi village...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our pit stop there and had some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat we cycle all de way from changi village to ecp via coastal road... its was a trip from heaven to hell... hahaha... especially for my gal.. cos she is using a $200 market bike... wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat we make our way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMrXKSmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/srIyTn4oeY4/s1600-h/SNC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMrXKSmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/srIyTn4oeY4/s200/SNC00091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282331154564401762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle parked together to prevent theft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMZvvYdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9LjuSb5wTFY/s1600-h/SNC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMZvvYdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9LjuSb5wTFY/s200/SNC00089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282331149835657682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Cane Juice (Before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a5pTq9qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_LKd0dvT4Uo/s1600-h/SNC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a5pTq9qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_LKd0dvT4Uo/s200/SNC00088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282329728083752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Can Juice (After)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a3_TNpEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oOTBa-3M3uA/s1600-h/SNC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a3_TNpEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oOTBa-3M3uA/s200/SNC00082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282329699627672642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a4iMH7lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UhTMhWBk9bE/s1600-h/SNC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a4iMH7lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UhTMhWBk9bE/s200/SNC00085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282329708993179218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy chionging on de noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a4QsWjuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QXyP-2A4TOs/s1600-h/SNC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a4QsWjuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QXyP-2A4TOs/s200/SNC00084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282329704296517346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gal looking at the food before ploughing into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cNWmhlgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fqclXNCY860/s1600-h/SNC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cNWmhlgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fqclXNCY860/s200/SNC00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282331166171567618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag until she doesnt care abt her image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a45ZkzNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CoP4V8q7fZc/s1600-h/SNC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6a45ZkzNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CoP4V8q7fZc/s200/SNC00087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282329715223612626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the war with the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMx9ja7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/II0eTdXW4mw/s1600-h/SNC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMx9ja7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/II0eTdXW4mw/s200/SNC00092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282331156336044978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's bag. Can fight with Doremon liao! Jus ask and u will have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cN80Jt1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v4ZSmKBozHw/s1600-h/SNC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cN80Jt1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v4ZSmKBozHw/s200/SNC00094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282331176429270866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going back ECP... Must take 1 nice picture ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6eSH3nbnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rqm6cg97Pco/s1600-h/SNC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6eSH3nbnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rqm6cg97Pco/s200/SNC00095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282333447139323506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gal wan to take a swee swee foto even though she shag out liao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5973662095696960636?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5973662095696960636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5973662095696960636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5973662095696960636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5973662095696960636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/60-km-trip-from-hg-to-changi-village.html' title='60 Km trip from HG to Changi Village and back'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SU6cMrXKSmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/srIyTn4oeY4/s72-c/SNC00091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8287352041725566759</id><published>2008-12-13T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:10:37.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>injured!!!</title><content type='html'>Hiaz... Endo today while cycling... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffered some injuries which cut short my ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjpmpMkYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p10LZ8HHHcM/s1600-h/SNC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjpmpMkYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p10LZ8HHHcM/s200/SNC00078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279243123351654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrasions on my right hand. Lucky got glove... Else confirm lagi worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjpaOVGjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gmNvoe4OLco/s1600-h/SNC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjpaOVGjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gmNvoe4OLco/s200/SNC00077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279243120017742386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep abrasions on de right forearm. Can consider as cuts liao... Painful like hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjoxLgW9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/x3qqI71vxKE/s1600-h/SNC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjoxLgW9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/x3qqI71vxKE/s200/SNC00075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279243109000043474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight abrasions on the left knee... very heng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjoMvs8tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i2Pw9RK4VE4/s1600-h/SNC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjoMvs8tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i2Pw9RK4VE4/s200/SNC00074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279243099219751634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right knee... Busted... Landed very heavily on it. Big open wound with deep abrasions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8287352041725566759?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8287352041725566759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8287352041725566759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8287352041725566759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8287352041725566759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/injured.html' title='injured!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SUOjpmpMkYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p10LZ8HHHcM/s72-c/SNC00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7650761539017891155</id><published>2008-12-07T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:28:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride to ECP and back</title><content type='html'>Went riding with Jeremy and my gal today... was suppose to meet at 1130 and then move off at 12 after he change de brakes and got his lights. when he prepared to move out, his mom called and says tat de window makers are here... so he has to go back and look after de house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we call off the ride temporary and we decide wat time to move off later in de day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat we decided to move off at abt 2000hrs. Jeremy got cramps twice on de way before he reached... lol... so we stop and waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cycled the whole length of ECP before we decided to go back. we made a stop at mac before we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR3u-nXXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5AWkPeW4jxE/s1600-h/SNC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR3u-nXXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5AWkPeW4jxE/s200/SNC00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760668851625330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy with Uncle Ronald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR3MbSEoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/g5-jBKYPL-A/s1600-h/SNC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR3MbSEoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/g5-jBKYPL-A/s200/SNC00070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760659576623746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl's bicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR2qR0woI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P0Ik1ZwD9W8/s1600-h/SNC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR2qR0woI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P0Ik1ZwD9W8/s200/SNC00069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760650410148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR2URzgOI/AAAAAAAAALw/iigxRuqjJ1I/s1600-h/SNC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR2URzgOI/AAAAAAAAALw/iigxRuqjJ1I/s200/SNC00068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276760644504486114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's bicycle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7650761539017891155?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7650761539017891155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7650761539017891155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7650761539017891155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7650761539017891155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-to-ecp-and-back.html' title='Ride to ECP and back'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/STrR3u-nXXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5AWkPeW4jxE/s72-c/SNC00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8366643424831258118</id><published>2008-11-29T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:40:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WA Dah~~~~</title><content type='html'>It came!!! it came today!!! Finally~~~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to post the pictures~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the black one is the old bike and the white one is de new bike~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYtbUaiwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_fMTb8dG99c/s1600-h/SNC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYtbUaiwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_fMTb8dG99c/s200/SNC00062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023807334124290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYtE2dkLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bco-VYOVVe8/s1600-h/SNC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYtE2dkLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bco-VYOVVe8/s200/SNC00061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023801302913202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYs6VUdJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sJ8CheAA8Ak/s1600-h/SNC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYs6VUdJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sJ8CheAA8Ak/s200/SNC00060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023798479549586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are 18" frames with 26" wheel sets~~~ the old bike is ard 20kg and the new bike is exactly 13 kg wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old bike uses Shogun Shocks with no lock options. the new bike is Road Shock Tora with Lock options~~~ Weeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old bike has only 21 speeds (3:7) the new bike? 27!!! (3:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old bike uses V Brakes, very reliable as they have save my fatty bum from mutilation countless times! the new bike uses disc brakes! supposingly better than V brakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ready for XC again! Trails! Anyone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8366643424831258118?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8366643424831258118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8366643424831258118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8366643424831258118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8366643424831258118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/wa-dah.html' title='WA Dah~~~~'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/STEYtbUaiwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_fMTb8dG99c/s72-c/SNC00062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8322000823768295622</id><published>2008-11-28T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:52:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee~~~~</title><content type='html'>Yay~~~ I got my new bike today le... the feeling for this bicycle is a bit different but i shld be able to get used to it soon. the new bike will be deliver to me by tomolo~~~ then tomolo i will take it for its virgin ride~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha~~~ Trails! Here i come!~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8322000823768295622?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8322000823768295622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8322000823768295622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8322000823768295622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8322000823768295622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/yipee.html' title='Yipee~~~~'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2305878394456135655</id><published>2008-11-19T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:54:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Im waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting~~~~ the bike shop has confirmed that they will do *FREE* delivery of the bicycle from Tampines to my home! so i jus need to go down and choose, test and and pay... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know that they had delivery services in the 1st place &gt;_&lt; and i was contemplating on cycling it back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for dec to come~~~~~~ Weeee~~~ I read that OCBC is going to have a cycling event at Feb next yr... was wondering whether i shld go or not... there are 2 types available wor. 1st is de 5km cycling event... the other is a 50km endurance cycle!!!! I wan de 50km!!!!! so who wan to accompany me?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2305878394456135655?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2305878394456135655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2305878394456135655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2305878394456135655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2305878394456135655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-89610570081079554</id><published>2008-11-16T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:19:21.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>Okie, i couldnt get de pictures of my new fone &gt;_&lt; style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8EVib2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/InZypE8dK0c/s1600-h/SNC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8EVib2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/InZypE8dK0c/s200/SNC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268934857114150242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8AJl6ZGUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HxzgYrs3Yos/s1600-h/SNC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8AJl6ZGUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HxzgYrs3Yos/s200/SNC00012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268930253842618690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rama, Global System Analyst for HR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8AJMS_mKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mf-lNMrkql4/s1600-h/SNC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8AJMS_mKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mf-lNMrkql4/s200/SNC00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268930246966483106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan and HKG SSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8AI_jeaGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p_7BTHZ16ro/s1600-h/SNC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8AI_jeaGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p_7BTHZ16ro/s200/SNC00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268930243545950306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now hor, i think its time for me to change my bicycle le... I have been looking ard net and decided on a Giant Performace Hardtail, XTC SE 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8BUIMfcAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/V2TmUM5X6B0/s1600-h/XTC-SE2_WHITE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8BUIMfcAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/V2TmUM5X6B0/s200/XTC-SE2_WHITE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268931534355656706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have check out de price for this bicycle. its $1500!!! Heh, and im getting it next month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-89610570081079554?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/89610570081079554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=89610570081079554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/89610570081079554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/89610570081079554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SR8EVib2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/InZypE8dK0c/s72-c/SNC00028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-506487361399475943</id><published>2008-11-05T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:51:54.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time...</title><content type='html'>Wa dah... Exercise schedule  has been set up... been cycling with my gal for de last 2 nites... the amount of accidents she had far exceeded the number of accidents that i had for the last 3 years.. Pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good laugh when she try to mount on her new bicycle.. it looks like a little gal who try to tackle a bicycle too big for her... which in fact, the bicycle is jus nice for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going jogging tomolo... it seems that she wans me to slim down fast and efficient. so yea, now i got an exercise kaki liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to lose de fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by de way, my gal weighs ard 43 kg and im ard 3/4 more heavier than she is... wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, im still trying to find time to take de pictures for samsung omnia.. :p&lt;br /&gt;will post them up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-506487361399475943?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/506487361399475943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=506487361399475943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/506487361399475943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/506487361399475943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-time.html' title='Its time...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3572901466200081756</id><published>2008-11-01T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:34:09.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone!!!</title><content type='html'>I bought the damn phone today! LOL... Its samsung omnia! The pics will be up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3572901466200081756?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3572901466200081756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3572901466200081756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3572901466200081756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3572901466200081756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-phone.html' title='New Phone!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7434359598545746139</id><published>2008-10-27T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:10:26.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Wa, long time no blog... &gt;_&lt; guess im too busy and lazy to blog for the past few weeks (feeling guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a little update... lets see how much i can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week was hell... was rushing 5 dashboards in a week with all the ad hoc and regular reports... Plus locations and departments creations... i have to complete them in 1 week as im going for reservist at de 2nd week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i was OTing all the way for the 1st week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of September 2nd week was crazy... Its my 1st In Camp Training aka ICT. I was totally clueless on what i need to do and where to go. Nevertheless, its also de same for the rest of the pple... But since I am de CSM (Company Sergent Major) for HQ, Im force to know everything in a short notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not de only one who has to do tat. Delta and Support CSMs also walked the same path as me. The good thing is, the 3 of us know each other before hand... so we can communicate well enough to get things going smooth and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin was a huge headache as all of us are 1st timers. Wats worse is tat our RSM (Regimental Sergent Major) was not ard. He was away on course. He is the one who should give us instructions and guide us on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because he is away, and according to hierarchy status, i became the Stand In RSM. it was stressful as i have never taken upon a CSM post when i was active... let alone the RSM post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, the 1st week was horrendous... even though only the commanders come in at de 1st week, (the men starts to come in at the 2nd week) the admin is still chaotic as my company, HQ, has its full strength in from the very 1st week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline is always an issue when we are in a uniformed organization. If you don take tame ur subordinates, they will climb over you. Too much of a iron fist and they will rebel. And since its ICT, the balance of discipline is very delicate. one wrong move and its all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i managed to get them going. the good thing is, all of them are good pple. its not hard to convince the commanders. its harder to convince the men on the things that you ordered them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the CSMs has said that its hard to get the men to listen to them. To me, its not all that hard once u know how to play on their maturity, how to use their age against them, and also, let them know the reason on the orders that you gave to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to instill discipline and my authority over them, the 1st move i made is to make them clean up the bunks. This is not easy. Even commanders in active them has problem making them men clean up the bunk on their own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out the same the moment u tell them that u wan to clean their bunk up to the standard u set for them. They complain saying that they are reservist, they are going to stay in that hell hole for 3 weeks. so whats de point of making them clean de bunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my junior commanders were looking at me for an answer and my officers were looking at how i perform... i have already anticipated this problem to surface once i pass this order. i can do it by 2 ways. One is to tell them its an order and rule by the iron fist. Or i convince them to clean the bunk themselves, happily without complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opt for the 2nd option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered all of them on their accommodation level, right outside one of the bunk. I told them the reason why i wan them to clean their bunk. The reason is simple, so simple that they cant say no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Since they all are living the bunk, its better to live in a place where its clean, bright and comfortable. These pple have wife, gf, children waiting for them at home. Its not nice to come to camp, stay in a dump and get urself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Once the bunk got cleaned, its jus maintainance. they don have to do a large scale cleaning everytime before they booked out. saves time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they agreed with me and proceed to clean the bunk up. i have won half the battle... or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week was pure hell... our RSM is still not back yet and i have been running the show for the past week. i lost of my voice on de 3rd day. all the rifle company men starts to come in. its another scamble for chaos admin issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the CSMs already has experience and things were hectic but not so bad. during the 3rd day of the 2nd week, i ordered a bunk inspection at 1500 hrs. the men told me that they would be ready by 1430.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at 1400 hrs, i receive orders from CO to move out with de rifle company to take a look training issues... which means, to move out to field with him to overlook training. before i left, i told the men tat i cancel off the bunk inspection and they are allowed to do what they wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back from field at around 2200 hrs. when i reach camp, one of my fellow CSM told me that my men has been cleaning their bunk till now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, 'huh? wth? i told them that i cancel off the bunk inspection...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went upstairs and take a look. true enough, most of them are still cleaning de bunk. They even take out the moss which grew on the ground and on de wall... the fire extinguishers were free of dust and the corridor was devoid of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked and i ask them whether did they receive de orders that i had cancel the bunk inspection. they said yes... but they still think tat since they have time to work more on it, they might as well do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i had win them over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tat nite, i conduct a informal inspection. even i was shocked by the cleanliness of it... If BMT recruits came and saw, i believe tat they will be in awe... even them cant set the standard and yet these grown up men has shown me wat they can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other CSMs heard me boasting abt the standard and decided to come up and take a look... after they saw it, they walk away dejected... they told me tat theres no way they can make their man do like how i make my men did it. One even commented tat its a resort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd week was relatively easy since my RSM is back from course. Things were left to him and i managed to have more time to myself... and things ran more smoothly as i can focus on my own company more... so no hiccups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot more time with my gal. since she stay in the west and i stay in the north, we decided to stay over at each other place every now and then. Life was blissful~~~ however, work is hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened except that i have rushing work all the while. Normal anyway :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my birthday~~~ which was the day before. my bro had bought a PSP for me, my gal for me a Braun Buffel Wallet and Keypouch. We had a little gathering of close frds in a small K pub at Central Mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy ourselves till the wee hrs of the morning and we went for frog legs and fish porridge. After tat we went home and slp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much happen today... maybe later will organize a K box outing ba... Tois, useless, beware!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7434359598545746139?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7434359598545746139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7434359598545746139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7434359598545746139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7434359598545746139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7750866038090036696</id><published>2008-09-02T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:08:41.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did...</title><content type='html'>I told her la... &gt;_&lt; I hinted her very very strongly la... but she like don know like tat... in de end i have to tell her la... she paiseh and i paiseh also... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after tat, things well, kinda take off~~~ LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7750866038090036696?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7750866038090036696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7750866038090036696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7750866038090036696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7750866038090036696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did.html' title='I did...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7449507045266329106</id><published>2008-09-01T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:22:39.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WA????????</title><content type='html'>WA??? Someone actually bother to read the wish list and get a psp for me!!! I feel so happY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down 2 to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7449507045266329106?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7449507045266329106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7449507045266329106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7449507045266329106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7449507045266329106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/09/wa.html' title='WA????????'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3927270258435537064</id><published>2008-08-28T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:29:03.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwriting Analysis. How true is it?</title><content type='html'>I just did an online handwriting analysis test. The results are as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wilson is moderately outgoing. His emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, he can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. He has the ability to put himself into the other person's shoes.&lt;p&gt;Wilson will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes he will be happy, the next day he might be sad. He has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because he is in between. Psychology calls Wilson an ambivert. He understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, he will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." He doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When convincing him to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to him. He puts himself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet he will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Wilson is an expressive person. He outwardly shows his emotions. He may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wilson is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. He weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when he finally has to. He basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Wilson doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. Wilson believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson will be candid and direct when expressing his opinion. He will tell them what he thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want his opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson can be defiant. He sometimes has the attitude that if someone doesn't like it the way he is doing it, then they can just "go to hell!" This trait may reveal itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which he thinks are infringing upon his freedom of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to Wilson's mental abilities, he has a very investigating and creating mind. He investigates projects rapidly because he is curious about many things. He gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but he soon must slow down and look at all the angles. He probably gets too many things going at once. When Wilson slows down, then he becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, he must slow down to do it. He then decides what projects he has time to finish. Thus he finishes at a slower pace than when he started the project.&lt;p&gt;He has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. His mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. He can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Wilson can then switch into his low gear. When he is in the slower mode, he can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. He is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;Wilson's true self-image is unreasonably low. Someone once told Wilson that he wasn't a great and beautiful person, and he believed them. Wilson also has a fear that he might fail if he takes large risks. Therefore he resists setting his goals too high, risking failure. He doesn't have the internal confidence that frees him to take risks and chance failure. Wilson is capable of accomplishing much more than he is presently achieving. All this relates to his self-esteem. Wilson's self-concept is artificially low. Wilson will stay in a bad situation much too long... why? Because he is afraid that if he makes a change, it might get worse. It is hard for Wilson to plan too far into the future. He kind of takes things on a day to day basis. He may tell you his dreams but he is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how loud he speaks, look at his actions. This is perhaps the biggest single barrier to happiness people not believing in and loving themselves. Wilson is an example of someone living with a low self-image, because their innate self-confidence was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. He pokes people harder than he gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson is constantly disappointed when trying to reach success. He works very hard, perhaps harder than most, then just before succeeding, something happens that keeps him from success. Often, Wilson changes to a second project just before the first one is finished, thus failing to complete the first project. Sometimes he changes because he feels he needs a different challenge. Wilson feels dejected. This feeling relates to his failures. This trait is very important in a working situation and in a relationship. He must be handled in a very special way to get the most work from him or to make a relationship last. Concerning this trait, personality modification is available to change his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how true it is as one does not know oneself. Its better for you all to make the judgment.. Tag on my board, is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3927270258435537064?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3927270258435537064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3927270258435537064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3927270258435537064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3927270258435537064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/handwriting-analysis-how-true-is-it.html' title='Handwriting Analysis. How true is it?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5260719835667893746</id><published>2008-08-24T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:15:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day</title><content type='html'>wanted to cycling today de... but hor, i woke up at 1330... wanted to plan to go later, but raining... so i lie on de bed, thinking wat i wan to do later... think think think, then look at de window. then i go back to slp... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de weather very nice la... so good for sleeping... somemore with de condition of road like tat, de near misses are bound to be aplenty... so yea, de correct decision is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO BACK TO SLP... &lt;/span&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go back to slp &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my beauty slp was short lived... my mom come in and started with her relentless verbal attacks... its de same old thing over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wake up, wash up then go help her buy food... after tat i sit down in front of my comp and doze off... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time worrrrrr... i doze off in front of de comp... somemore sitting down... cannot blame la, weather too nice to slp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my mom's verbal attack tat woke me up again... this time de victim is my bro.. wahahaha.. i crawl back to my bed and on de tv... somehow i doze off again... dotz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5pm, then realise tat de tv is still on... so continue to watch tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closing ceremony for olympic is cool la... hope tat london screwed up for 2016... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5260719835667893746?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5260719835667893746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5260719835667893746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5260719835667893746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5260719835667893746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6366362507817505212</id><published>2008-08-24T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:51:00.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>decided to go cycling jus now even though it has been raining the whole day... i know de ground would be wet, i know its gonna be slippery... but heck i still go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still drizzling very lightly when im on de road... my 1st near miss came when i was nearing de junction... normally i would jus bank down to de left and cut straight out, but when i did tat jus now, my rear tyre caught de drain cover causing it to lose friction, i skidded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im too used to and crash and roll... (u don crash and burn on a bicycle) when i skidded, i still remain composed and nudge de damn bicycle back on to de track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i tell myself tat i must watch out for drain covers... was doing fine until i hit de zebra crossing... this time i bank left again, and as god would have it, i skidded again... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rear tyre caught de white stripes on de road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost crash into the traffic lights, then almost shot on to the road with de oncoming traffic flying ard like some crazy maniacs... thankfully de brakes were well maintained and they work pretty good.. stopping me jus right at de edge of de kerb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tell myself again, no drain covers, no white strips, go slow and go damn slow while turning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i happily cycle and was trying to make myself go deaf with loud blaring music, courtesy from my W960i and its bluetooth headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was going well until i hit defu lane... it was all de way down slope... i let my guard down and started going at full speed. when i was reaching de zebra crossing, i tried to slow down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad move... de damn tyre caught another drain cover. instinct kicked in and i jam de rear brakes while trying to bank to de left... so i wont fly out of the path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burned quite a bit of rubber, left quite a long trail...  and i don know is it luck or de one on top is trying to mock me... i stop jus right in front of de zebra crossing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and de best thing of all, de phone was playing Crash and Burn from Salvage Garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to be more careful, added another point to my checklist... No speeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea... with these 3 points in my small puny brain which is plagued by STM, i managed to reach ECP safely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycle one rd and then decided to cycle back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld put spikes on my tires when i cycle on wet surface next time... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6366362507817505212?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6366362507817505212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6366362507817505212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6366362507817505212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6366362507817505212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2242151126605406862</id><published>2008-08-23T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:48:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orders...</title><content type='html'>ar, landy's birthday is coming... was cracking my head on wat to buy for her... then was out at bugis walking ard, then decided to walk to SK to see see wat i can get for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then so HENG tat *shes* there... but i also never say anything la... keep quiet better... lol, lest i sia suay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look look see see, then something caught my eye... hehehe... de price range is quite high wor... start with 6 de...  how many digits, u all go figure ba... wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hor, i don wan to take it so early wor.. cos its still abit far... but i also scared tat de design will be taken by someone else ma... so i place and order and make a deposit! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont send by normal mail this time ba.. most likely courier over... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2242151126605406862?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2242151126605406862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2242151126605406862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2242151126605406862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2242151126605406862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/orders.html' title='Orders...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-778297139756869643</id><published>2008-08-21T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:55:48.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder</title><content type='html'>I receive this email from a frd today... its very meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny ay. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something mpossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a atisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as ossible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;has anyone ever wonder how a relationship broke down? its bcos we take things for granted and we did not notice de very little details in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when things get monotonous, we tend neglect de little things tat used to bring de both of them together in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if there's a chance for us to go back into time, i would promise u tat no matter wat happens, my priority will always be you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-778297139756869643?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/778297139756869643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=778297139756869643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/778297139756869643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/778297139756869643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something to ponder'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6836733957731973763</id><published>2008-08-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:08:25.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kit Kat!!!</title><content type='html'>ar... saw a BIG BIG box of kit kat on my desk when i reached home. i pointed to it and ask my mom 'WAT IS TAT??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said tat its a gift from my neighbor cos i helped to fix their comp yesterday. It is really BIG lo! how can they give me this when i wan to slim down!!! torture ar~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6836733957731973763?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6836733957731973763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6836733957731973763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6836733957731973763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6836733957731973763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/kit-kat.html' title='Kit Kat!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1272734931343984090</id><published>2008-08-18T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:52:48.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish list</title><content type='html'>Okie... the day of the year is nearing again... its making me feel damn old... however, old tradition never die!!! its time for me to put up my wish list again!!! Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a bit early la... but have to let pple prepare ma... hehehe, cos im a bit greedy this year. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) PSP!!! no need slim version la... as long as its psp can liao! oh yea, i prefer it black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) PS3!!! no matter wat version, as long as it PS3, i will gladly take it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) HTC touch Diamond phone! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) A lady who i can entrust my life to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of de above wont come true ba... tats y its called a 'wish' list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1272734931343984090?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1272734931343984090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1272734931343984090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1272734931343984090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1272734931343984090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-wish-list.html' title='My wish list'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2509461391771838737</id><published>2008-08-18T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:09:06.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Weeee, added a new song into my blog flash player... a lone chinese song wor~~~ hehehe... its a very nice song by the way... hope those who were reading de blog will like this song~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2509461391771838737?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2509461391771838737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2509461391771838737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2509461391771838737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2509461391771838737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6408436568870534440</id><published>2008-08-17T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:21:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6pm today... sit down stone a bit, then instinct kick in, went to turn on de tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not totally woken up, i sit there stare stare at de tv until i see our PM talk talk... then at 1925, instinct kick in again, i tune to Channel U. tat was when i was totally awake... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore didnt clinch gold in de end... however, its a great feat to have a silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Singapore~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6408436568870534440?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6408436568870534440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6408436568870534440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6408436568870534440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6408436568870534440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-293184355054030190</id><published>2008-08-16T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:34:39.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>cleared Elsie's report last nite and sent it to her already. so yea, a rock was lifted... instead of slping, i decided to work on another report and i work till this morning while having a teleconference about PS... my work seems never ending... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom came charging to my rm while i was still working, with a broom... then she started screaming, nagging, abt the tidiness of my room... i was on headphones with music blasting so i didnt really get to hear her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her attacks continued for at least 20 mins, then she suddenly lifted up one side of my headphones and said 'you need not a wife. u need a maid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and told her tat she has finally said the right thing. I need not a wife, but a maid. she then shake her head and left the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the time and realised tat its ard 7am... was toying with de idea whether to go to ECP for de run... if i wanna go, then  i would have to give an excuse to leave de conf... but i cant find any good excuse... so yea... im stuck... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now de report is done good and proper, i wan to go cycling~~~~~~~~~~ but cannot find pple leh... somemore de sky so black...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-293184355054030190?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/293184355054030190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=293184355054030190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/293184355054030190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/293184355054030190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6899073610752036400</id><published>2008-08-15T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:10:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working...</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~~~ Im still working now... So sad... Stupid excel crash like don know how many times... Die die cannot finish PAM Analytics before work end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So LL call Elsie... Told Elsie that my comp crashed... She was shocked and then she asked me when i can deliever the report... told her i will try to deliever it asap. she asked whether monday is okie or not... i said yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don think i will deliever it on monday ba... hahaha, i will deliever it by tonite~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, im still working now~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6899073610752036400?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6899073610752036400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6899073610752036400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6899073610752036400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6899073610752036400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/working.html' title='Working...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6981204180854521154</id><published>2008-08-15T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:36:53.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>Learnt photoshop~~~~ okie not exactly in depth but at least i got something going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is~~~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SKRfFD8_2BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gd1FE1nk5kg/s1600-h/1st+step1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SKRfFD8_2BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gd1FE1nk5kg/s200/1st+step1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234413207476492306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don laugh at me... i know its simple to a lot of pple.. but this is my 1st time wor... working with lines, shapes and layers... i can do text pretty fine, but shapes, lines? They are hell... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6981204180854521154?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6981204180854521154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6981204180854521154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6981204180854521154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6981204180854521154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SKRfFD8_2BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gd1FE1nk5kg/s72-c/1st+step1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7168546044624378213</id><published>2008-08-14T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:05:05.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated</title><content type='html'>ar well, im not exactly a genius... so i cant learn photoshop totally on my own... so whos gonna teach me? Im looking for a teacher~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are so fake... You know how to fake your way in front of everyone, you know how to fake it in your blog... You are not as what you seem to be. It doesn't take too long to see your true colors... I have seen it through and through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7168546044624378213?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7168546044624378213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7168546044624378213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7168546044624378213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7168546044624378213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/defeated.html' title='Defeated'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5868300145456124187</id><published>2008-08-14T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:46:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hopping</title><content type='html'>hmmm, was blog hopping jus now to waste a bit time while excel is recovering my crashed documents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was at tat point of time, the nature of an analyst kicked in. Realised tat almost 90% of the blogs that I had hopped on to, were Dark Theme... LOL including mine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is life tat bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5868300145456124187?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5868300145456124187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5868300145456124187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5868300145456124187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5868300145456124187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-hopping.html' title='Blog Hopping'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1545127310526983119</id><published>2008-08-13T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:30:31.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing of blog?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Im toying of the idea of closing this blog... cos i don see de sense of having 2 blogs since i wont be writing super long stories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1545127310526983119?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1545127310526983119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1545127310526983119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1545127310526983119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1545127310526983119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/closing-of-blog.html' title='Closing of blog?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3278749773053306521</id><published>2008-08-12T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:29:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Skin Changed!</title><content type='html'>Finally changed the blog skin! LOL, i love this blog skin! really tested my html knowledge... &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3278749773053306521?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3278749773053306521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3278749773053306521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3278749773053306521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3278749773053306521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/gar.html' title='Blog Skin Changed!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6981264583518591963</id><published>2008-08-11T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:40:25.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting of Long Time Friends</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, Seriously i need to do something abt de blog skin... even i, myself cannot stand it... lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was suppose to meet jing shun at ECP today at ard 7pm... he was there for his 21km run training while i was there for my daily cycle routine... but hor, when i reached there, he was nowhere to be seen... so decided to call him, but he never pick up... Dotz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so decided to cycle 2 rds to find him... but hard la... 1st i don know which route he is taking... 2nd, too dark le la... 3rd... my eyes can only see pretty gals better in de darkness rather than some guy... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in de end never found him... so decided to cycle back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called while i was near home, ask me wat time to meet up later for some chit chatting session... i say anything lo, in de end set at 11pm at sengkang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I protested VIOLENTLY. i don like to go sengkang... cos i always lost my way there de moment i cycle into tat area... its like tat place got some DEMONIC field which make me lost my bearings everytime im in there... !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in de end still cannot out talk him so LL went... i reached on time and SUCCESSFULLY linked up with him in sengkang... but hor, no signs of yi xiang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS called him and he said tat he is still at outram... DoTz... rather than sit down and wait idly, we went to Ke Kou to drink drink... at ard 12+ YX says he had reached compass point... we were like 'WTH' told we told him we are at Ke Kou. JS then said tat he shld have called us when he reached Compass Point and not treat his fone as a useless piece of junk... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up eventually and started to talk abt recent conditions... we found out tat we are doing ok in terms of work... but hell yea, we all face de same problem during work... Difficult bosses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow de topic drifted to RS... YX is wooing at gal right now... but he doesnt know is it de correct time to declare or not... so we talked quite a bit on de issue... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in de end, we came up with a conclusion in 4 sentences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ask and you shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Seek and you shall find.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Knock and the door shall open.&lt;br /&gt;and the 4th... we made it up ourselves... LOL&lt;br /&gt;4.) GRAB HER HANDS AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND SHE WILL BE YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny right? although its corny, and old, but never diss old and corny methods. They exist cos it works! it has been TRIAL TESTED and PROVEN!!! and tats y it can stand de test of time... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked a bit more and after tat go home le... so now im here blogging lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired le... now going to slp... see ya all next time~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6981264583518591963?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6981264583518591963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6981264583518591963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6981264583518591963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6981264583518591963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting-of-long-time-friends.html' title='Meeting of Long Time Friends'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5280277828113962486</id><published>2008-08-04T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:45:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy~~</title><content type='html'>Okie, i know tat my blog format is screwed and it makes reading hard... But hey, it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint my fault... im no MM (MultiMedia) student! Heck, Im jus an O lvl holder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of the month again... Sounds like period eh? Sure is! And wats worse is,it got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extended into 2 weeks for a month. (By the way, im talking abt work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not real period!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im being thrashed left right centre by the HR dashboard... As if working on Asia Pac &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR dashbord isnt enough, they decided to split de damn thing into another 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dashboards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i not only had to work on AP Dashboard, I also have to work on India's Dashboard, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China &amp; PRD (Pearl River Delta) Dashboard and also PAM (Property and Assets &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Dashboard)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of tat, I still have 22 monthly Reports to run, 6 quarterly Reports, 7 Half &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearly Reports and at least 60 Ad hoc reports per month... Im a REPORT GENERATOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only tat, I still have Bank and Bank branch creation, Location Code Creation, Pay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Creation, Pay calender creation, Pay group creation, Company Creation, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Department Creation, and all the crazy stuffs like Trouble shooting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck man, Im overworked!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my financial powers are back on track... tats de only thing i can be happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5280277828113962486?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5280277828113962486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5280277828113962486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5280277828113962486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5280277828113962486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/messy.html' title='Messy~~'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6556098523424187683</id><published>2008-08-02T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:22:37.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa Kaoz</title><content type='html'>Wa Kaoz!!! I didnt know de damage done by de kid was so extensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st story: I went cycling a few weeks back. A kid bang into me at ECP. He bang into my pedals and then my Derailler. My derailler was busted on de spot so i have to WALK all de way home from ECP to Hougang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i fixed derailler and presto! it work like new. Okie, im lying, it didnt work like new. It is working, but i have to retune it. And tat includes repositioning de Derailler hanger. I got it done anyway and it works like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I was cycling halfway when suddenly my bottom bracket starts screaming. It goes 'Creak, Creak, Creak creak creak!' I unsaddle immediately and took a look. Visual inspection couldn't see anything wrong, so i decided to cycle to a bike shop and ask for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach de bike shop, i told de boss wat happened. He look look a bit and then said tat de whole bracket is screwed and need to change. Then I asked him how much, he told me tat he don carry my brand of bracket as its cheap stuff... My heart sank... He said its CHEAP STUFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try my luck at de other shop. When i told this boss wat had happened, he also said tat my bottom bracket is screwed. Then he look look and touch touch. Then he said 'Your bike is good quality stuff, i don carry ur stuff here...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so STUNNED. 1 said tat its CHEAP, other said tat its GOOD. Im confused. DOTZ&lt;br /&gt;When I told him wat de other bike shop said, he laughed and told me tat my bike is in de semi pro range. So its consider GOOD at normal level but CHEAP at high level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I LL go find another shop. De boss look look see see, then CYCLE... When he made a round and came back, he said tat de bracket is jus loose. The main issue is the bearings. He told me tat its not expensive and he said tat he carries de goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy~~~~ then he proceed to change. Halfway through, he said tat he can see tat I have been torturing my bike quite a bit. I said yea, he said tat i got GOOD judgment when I bought this bike, cos its super durable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he remove de bearings, he show me de bearings, de bearings are screwed... After changing de bearings, all is well again~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6556098523424187683?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6556098523424187683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6556098523424187683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6556098523424187683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6556098523424187683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/wa-kaoz.html' title='Wa Kaoz'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2611803036387347754</id><published>2008-08-02T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:11:51.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Fees</title><content type='html'>Jus received news last nite from my mom that she needs to go for an operation for her spine... The operation fees cost 10k... ar well, then have to give her $120 for consultation also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realised tat my mom is old liao... its time for me to really take care of her le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2611803036387347754?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2611803036387347754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2611803036387347754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2611803036387347754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2611803036387347754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/medical-fees.html' title='Medical Fees'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3065224480135720003</id><published>2008-08-01T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:27:55.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts</title><content type='html'>I need to get new daily disposable contact lens again.. Shall get them this sat... Think i will try de new one from acuvue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3065224480135720003?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3065224480135720003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3065224480135720003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3065224480135720003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3065224480135720003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/contacts.html' title='Contacts'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3561989141493510703</id><published>2008-07-24T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:37:32.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨天</title><content type='html'>朦胧细雨夜虚空,&lt;br /&gt;深处情感此时涌,&lt;br /&gt;男儿有泪不轻弹,&lt;br /&gt;只是未到伤心处.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脱口而出意非意,&lt;br /&gt;不知是好错再错,&lt;br /&gt;悔不当初言不言,&lt;br /&gt;千言万语埋又埋.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此时此刻回忆现,&lt;br /&gt;拨起当时伊人颜,&lt;br /&gt;唤起那时汉娇恋,&lt;br /&gt;刹时刹刻念盘旋.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山盟海誓皆情深,&lt;br /&gt;天长地久皆永时,&lt;br /&gt;天荒地老皆白头,&lt;br /&gt;海枯石烂情却灭.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不怨苍天不怨谁,&lt;br /&gt;只有花开又花落,&lt;br /&gt;天若有情天亦老,&lt;br /&gt;人间正道是沧桑.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一寸光阴一寸金,&lt;br /&gt;寸金难买寸光阴,&lt;br /&gt;一生能有多少回,&lt;br /&gt;轰轰烈烈爱一回.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3561989141493510703?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3561989141493510703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3561989141493510703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3561989141493510703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3561989141493510703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='雨天'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4627635263019406223</id><published>2008-07-14T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:11:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>I have been busy with work for de past few week... I seriously don know wat i wan out from my work now... i think wat im doing now is not wat i really wan... I have&lt;br /&gt; been goaless  since i took over data analytics and dashboard... Now work is no longer as interesting as it is... Although de workload is heavy enough to keep my tots from straying... Its not doing enough to keep some feelings away... De worst thing is, it came when i was working in de office late at nite... And it affects my emotion at tat point of time...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my next goal in work appear to me just now... It didn't come as a surprise to me... it was one of my next goal... But i didn't know tat i would come to this point so fast... After considering de fact tat i have cleared de most recent goal, its only natural tat de other step is to go towards de next step... &lt;br /&gt;So i guess its another meeting with boss tomolo in regards to this issue... &lt;br /&gt;Its not tat i have not let him know abt my ROA... He knows wat i wan from this dept... we had a very in depth discussion on this particular issue. We made known to each other wat's our plan and how things should go... So tomolo's short meeting is to reinforce my target and de achievementstattat i wan to achieve... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell... de virtual keyboard for SE's phone sucks... Oh by de way, im blogging through my hp now... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4627635263019406223?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4627635263019406223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4627635263019406223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4627635263019406223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4627635263019406223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8595195191648288139</id><published>2008-07-10T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:40:29.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies!!!</title><content type='html'>Ar... Im touching books again... This time its 3 books at one go... All about Excel... Wahahaha... Seriously i need to brush up my excel skills... been so rusty on it till im getting a bit efficient. I need to retouch on query building again... Been slacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss talked about new resources today with me... Guess he could see our workload was getting damn crazy... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8595195191648288139?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8595195191648288139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8595195191648288139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8595195191648288139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8595195191648288139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/studies.html' title='Studies!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1411229925304893865</id><published>2008-07-09T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:41:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>WA!!! I didn't know that a lot of people was so worried wor... LOL... No worries la people... Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1411229925304893865?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1411229925304893865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1411229925304893865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1411229925304893865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1411229925304893865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-492765649549594939</id><published>2008-07-02T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:07:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Regrets</title><content type='html'>It’s too late now, still I’ve got something to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I’m sorry that I treated you that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has gone now, and the moment has passed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had the chance to try and make us last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone now, and it’s no one’s fault by mine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t see the truth, I had those blinded eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have moved on, still I don’t give a damn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get this off my chest while I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single hour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every single day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss you more and more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know I closed the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone and on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I need you, I need you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take it back to the day when we first met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I’d start all over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is My Regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have known then, what I know now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying every second that you’re not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have been there, when you needed me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m by myself, on my bended knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have loved you, while I had the chance to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t realize that you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have shown you, what you meant to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby now I see, that you were my queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single hour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every single day, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you more and more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to say, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know I closed the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent you on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re gone…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-492765649549594939?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/492765649549594939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=492765649549594939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/492765649549594939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/492765649549594939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-regrets.html' title='My Regrets'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7712742102901243377</id><published>2008-06-22T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:24:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up</title><content type='html'>she killed my wallet again... this month im seriously broke... Shes spending money so fast. I have been trying to keep up with her spending... Hiaz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7712742102901243377?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7712742102901243377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7712742102901243377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7712742102901243377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7712742102901243377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/keeping-up.html' title='Keeping Up'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6553364583358334413</id><published>2008-06-13T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:22:33.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed</title><content type='html'>Salary increment!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pim will officially move out from HR and go into Training and Development. So now, HR, 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; down... Data Analytics, 1 up. Training and Development, 1 up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reshufflement will come into effect at 1st July. That's when Pim's role and my role in HR will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to de end... No more dabbling in HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Sanjeev, Another new COE (Center Of Excellence) will be set up. Since DADB (Data&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analytics DashBoard) and T&amp;amp;Q (Training and Development) is already up and running, the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COE for C&amp;amp;B (Compensation and Benefits) will be set up according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meetings for the discussions for the scope for this C&amp;amp;B COE is underway. As of now, we only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know tat the new COE will only go Live at October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6553364583358334413?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6553364583358334413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6553364583358334413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6553364583358334413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6553364583358334413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1648271338876538794</id><published>2008-06-09T04:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Was bored in office today, so decided to take some snap shot! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIHFdE_AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aazrhsY35gU/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIHFdE_AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aazrhsY35gU/s200/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209618155521244162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work desk (Left Side) Messy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIHs3dL2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/I2P-2arS7SA/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIHs3dL2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/I2P-2arS7SA/s200/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209618166100864866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work desk (Right Side) Lagi messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIIHadLWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bj7scBA7yXQ/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIIHadLWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bj7scBA7yXQ/s200/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209618173226986850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tattered and torn MIS calendar... See de amt of tapes? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIIeUXiQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lU2EGRCk3KY/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIIeUXiQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lU2EGRCk3KY/s200/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209618179375466754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Guardian!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHcTfcRVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vjV_Oo3sTEw/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHcTfcRVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vjV_Oo3sTEw/s200/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617420554880338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combat ration Zone! where foods are being stocked up for emergency... (Mostly for snacking...)&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy from SSO Finance... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHcovlQSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KG1kokdAQ6E/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHcovlQSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KG1kokdAQ6E/s200/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617426259722530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De drinking water! A lot hor? Im also de unofficial water bottle changer... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHcypNj3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HoZLT3qlzxA/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHcypNj3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HoZLT3qlzxA/s200/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617428917358450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee machine tat i had only drink 1 coffee from... maybe im not used to de taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHdNJHChI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FbzBTFLej0k/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHdNJHChI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FbzBTFLej0k/s200/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617436030470674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairway to Heaven!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHdsCXr5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QPG94d2TpqI/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExHdsCXr5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QPG94d2TpqI/s200/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617444323700626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is de place after tat door... Unofficial smoking point... (Tio complain a lot of times le... but well... old habits die hard...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGuMphI1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/zMoCLo86zYU/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGuMphI1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/zMoCLo86zYU/s200/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616628444111698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whiteboard tat holds our crazy schedule! See de amt of writings on top of it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGuYDGrpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/40NKZ2jnKS0/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGuYDGrpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/40NKZ2jnKS0/s200/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616631504219794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whiteboard where Sanjeev, Rex, Deepak and me do most of the drawings... Erm, not for fun de... most of time is for logical analyst... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGukTyFrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lRqvY2zsGec/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGukTyFrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lRqvY2zsGec/s200/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616634795398834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 'BIG' Pantry... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGvD7hkUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JS8eR5ivUyA/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGvD7hkUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JS8eR5ivUyA/s200/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616643283587394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift we have for our boss for last christmas... Total Lookalike! even when de head shaking motion! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGvdmDH2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SkmLTz99F5c/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExGvdmDH2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SkmLTz99F5c/s200/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616650172833634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combat ration store of Finance SSO... LOL This is where their private food supply is kept... But yea, our dept sometimes help ourselves too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFhFYg-1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/g-vlwE0WWk8/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFhFYg-1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/g-vlwE0WWk8/s200/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209615303643822930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of the office when taken from the last row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFh6WC_NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sBFzFo9com4/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFh6WC_NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sBFzFo9com4/s200/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209615317860547794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work desk! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFiMUOf-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NsTv3e_6tnY/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFiMUOf-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NsTv3e_6tnY/s200/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209615322684751842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dept! only 3/4 can be taken in to de camera... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFimDRddI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8W3psHPBhlc/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExFimDRddI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8W3psHPBhlc/s200/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209615329592964562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave board! Jus write and go! Instant approval! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1648271338876538794?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1648271338876538794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1648271338876538794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1648271338876538794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1648271338876538794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SExIHFdE_AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aazrhsY35gU/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1873504355714147941</id><published>2008-06-07T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:23:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Drunk...</title><content type='html'>Hell yea, half drunk, should say almost drunk... wasted by something call rum... yea pple, u all never read it wrong... de non drinker is wasted by alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im screwed, totally... im taking a long time trying to type properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de headache is irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replied me today, i didnt expect her to reply me so fast... her reply finally set down de stone in my heart and i finally believe its time for me to move out once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time i shld go slower on my work a little bit more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it de time for me to start looking for 'it' again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1873504355714147941?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1873504355714147941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1873504355714147941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1873504355714147941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1873504355714147941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/half-drunk.html' title='Half Drunk...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4896744840700236860</id><published>2008-06-05T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:43:03.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of choice?</title><content type='html'>Was reading a blog of a frd jus now (not in de main blog links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that she is having a hard time with her marriage, so decided to leave a tag on her tagbox to console her... after 5 mins, she called... apparently she was monitoring her blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called and told me that her husband has been fooling outside. I asked her how did she know, she said tat one of de ladies called her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not know wat to do... I never advise her to divorce. But rather, try to sit down with her husband and talk to him and see what both can do abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she did try... but it doesnt work out... she is considering divorce but i told her tat its not easy for a couple to get married in de 1st place wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows it too.. but she jus cannot accept wat her husband has done... but she also don wan to break up de marriage jus like tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wans to keep de marriage but she cant accept wat her husband has done.. contradicting but true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4896744840700236860?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4896744840700236860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4896744840700236860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4896744840700236860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4896744840700236860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/matter-of-choice.html' title='A matter of choice?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7490540576269220252</id><published>2008-06-04T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:19.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the watch that makes me go KUKU!!!</title><content type='html'>Here it is!!! LOL Handsome hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SEZpgkkJBwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A3ORrMSGzEc/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SEZpgkkJBwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A3ORrMSGzEc/s200/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207966027392550658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the leather casing that comes with it! Swee la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SEZphEkJBxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hjQqXxwgNeo/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SEZphEkJBxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hjQqXxwgNeo/s200/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207966035982485266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a happy man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7490540576269220252?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7490540576269220252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7490540576269220252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7490540576269220252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7490540576269220252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comes-watch-that-makes-me-go-kuku.html' title='Here comes the watch that makes me go KUKU!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SEZpgkkJBwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A3ORrMSGzEc/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1833825448944749283</id><published>2008-06-03T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:40:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kee Siao</title><content type='html'>okie, i went kuku today. I placed an order for a watch tat cost me more than half a grand... hey its from Titus so i consider it money well spent! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be collecting it tomolo~~~~ Hehehehe! will post de pic here once i got it tomolo~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1833825448944749283?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1833825448944749283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1833825448944749283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1833825448944749283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1833825448944749283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/kee-siao.html' title='Kee Siao'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8903134737815680160</id><published>2008-06-01T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:37:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of a Sudden, Out of the Blue</title><content type='html'>I feel down... Out of a sudden. I feel 'off the track', out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely, for no reasons at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt that there's nothing in life for me to strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am I working so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly lost my directions in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8903134737815680160?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8903134737815680160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8903134737815680160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8903134737815680160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8903134737815680160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of.html' title='Out of a Sudden, Out of the Blue'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7017863915683750069</id><published>2008-05-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:26:00.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DvDs</title><content type='html'>Im going to buy the DVD for 卧薪尝胆 LOL. Yea, a lot of pple will say tat its a boring show. but heck, im a chinese History Buff! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7017863915683750069?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7017863915683750069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7017863915683750069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7017863915683750069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7017863915683750069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/dvds.html' title='DvDs'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6384777558828327907</id><published>2008-05-31T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:34:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I need a hair cut... it has been ages since i have a hair cut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6384777558828327907?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6384777558828327907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6384777558828327907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6384777558828327907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6384777558828327907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-656785806976922335</id><published>2008-05-27T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:19:00.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不要在寂寞的时候说爱我</title><content type='html'>柔柔的晚风轻轻吹过&lt;br /&gt;我的心情平静而寂寞&lt;br /&gt;当我想忘记爱情去勇敢生活&lt;br /&gt;是谁到我身边唱起了情歌&lt;br /&gt;当初的爱情匆匆走过&lt;br /&gt;除了伤口没留下什么&lt;br /&gt;你总是在我寂寞流泪的时候&lt;br /&gt;用你的双臂紧紧抱着我&lt;br /&gt;不要在我寂寞的时候说爱我&lt;br /&gt;除非你真的能给予我快乐&lt;br /&gt;那过去的伤总在随时提醒我&lt;br /&gt;别再被那爱情折磨&lt;br /&gt;不要在我哭泣的时候说爱我&lt;br /&gt;除非你真的不让我难过&lt;br /&gt;我不想听太多那虚假的承诺&lt;br /&gt;让我为爱再次后悔&lt;br /&gt;犯下的错&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当初的爱情匆匆走过&lt;br /&gt;除了伤口没留下什么&lt;br /&gt;你总是在我寂寞流泪的时候&lt;br /&gt;用你的双臂紧紧抱着我&lt;br /&gt;不要在我寂寞的时候说爱我&lt;br /&gt;除非你真的能给予我快乐&lt;br /&gt;那过去的伤总在随时提醒我&lt;br /&gt;别再被那爱情折磨&lt;br /&gt;不要在我哭泣的时候说爱我&lt;br /&gt;除非你真的不让我难过&lt;br /&gt;我不想听太多那虚假的承诺&lt;br /&gt;让我为爱再次后悔&lt;br /&gt;犯下的错&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-656785806976922335?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/656785806976922335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=656785806976922335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/656785806976922335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/656785806976922335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='不要在寂寞的时候说爱我'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8549191185285701747</id><published>2008-05-25T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:58:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about Character</title><content type='html'>Met a frd who used to be in the force and had coffee as we talked abt past times and our recent conditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the force when we were 15 going to 16, about a hundred plus of us... We discarded our sch Us and instead choose to don on the olive green garb. We traded our canvas shoes for full leather high cut boots. We forgo the privilege of stylable hairs and instead went for the cool botak heads. We lay down our pens and pencils and instead pick up guns. We threw away our caps and instead choose to have Jockey caps and berets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave up being a student, a civilian and instead, choose to be a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went places that a lot of people has never went before. Most of us were high flyers... We were tasked with the responsibilities of the lives of our men at a tender age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of life lasted for 7 years, more for some... Out of the hundred plus of us, only a few of us is still in the force now... The rest, either passed away or resign. I'm one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had power, authority and we are unchallenged when it comes it barking orders. At the age of around 19, we were leaders, commanders. We were SOMEBODY and not one to be reckon with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all that change once we step out from the organization. We were NOBODY. We are lowly. A change of work environment screws up one life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a change that we made and choose. Not being forced but a decision that we made ourselves. We realised that we were falling behind times and we cannot stay in our own world anmore. Yet, a lot of us, were totally unprepared for this transition. I'm NOT one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one steps out from a place where one holds power and authority, to a field where one is totally unfamiliar with, or has no knowledge on it, one has to bring oneself down, in order to learn and to climb. However, most of us cannot do that... They were to used to the life they had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, has left the force for around 4 years. Me, 2 years. When we enquire about our recent conditions, I was shocked to know that he has been drifting in and out of jobs for the last 4 years, never holding one steady job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reasons, he is not used to be a normal employee in a lowly position where he has to take orders and instructions. He wanted a position where he could stay as the same as last time. However, with his qualifications and his work experience, he wont be able to get what he wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he knows what Im doing now, he is shocked and filled with envy. He asked me, how am I able to reconstruct my career within a short span of 2 years. I told him that I didn't took 2 years. I took 18 months. He then realised that what he had heard about me, destroying myself was true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, what does he have to do, to have the results like me. I told him to remember one word... And that is Humble. I told him once he is humble, he can achieve a lot things. Never resist to take orders or instructions when it is he job. It allows him to learn and will also allow him to learn. By gaining more knowledge and experience, one can go far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8549191185285701747?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8549191185285701747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8549191185285701747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8549191185285701747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8549191185285701747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-all-about-character.html' title='Its all about Character'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-44365040668511863</id><published>2008-05-25T02:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:36:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past, The Present and The Future</title><content type='html'>Had a long discussion with Landy on MSN today... it started with work and then progress into frdly chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic of the earth quake came out and we share de same sad sentiments.... in these few days, we have seen all sadness, pain, the sense of loss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of them never get to see their loved ones after tat... most of them will never get de chance to say 'i love you' to each other ever again... be it parents to children or vis a vis, be it lovers... Be it those pple who liked each other but never had de courage to say it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all over... they will never have this chance again... its a waste... if they are allowed one more chance, things might be different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;china deployed paratroopers so that they can access the quake stricken area faster than travelling on foot... one of the paratroopers send this sms to his gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'im going in to ground zero now... there is always danger all around. although i can don go, but i still went ahead. if i happen to 'stay' there, do not be sad, for you lose only one loved ones. the rest of the people there lost more than one. if i happen to 'stay' there, go back there when de city is rebuilt, do not ask where was i but look at de effort i have put in there for the people there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how noble is this man! how many can do it like him? but its sad when heroes are born in the time of chaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时势造英雄，还是英雄造时势?  Does history create heroes or does heroes create history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from de quake, one realise how frail life is... you can be here today, gone tomolo... a lot of things undone, a lot things unsaid... a lot of feelings not being convey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y shld one keep his/her feelings? its bcos we got no courage... it takes a lot of courage to tell someone ur feelings to another... one would always try to think of excuses to skip this process of baring one feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管是晴天、阴天、雨天，能见到你的一天，就是晴朗的一天；不管是昨天、今天、明天，能和你在一起的一天，就是美好的一天。爱就要勇敢表白，谁知道明天和意外哪个先来？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether is it a sunny day, cloudy day or rainy day. As long as i can see u, its a happy day. No matter whether is it yesterday or today, as long as i can spend my day with u, its a perfect day. If you loved someone, let them know... who knows which will come first... Tomorrow or Accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said... i think u all got my point...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-44365040668511863?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/44365040668511863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=44365040668511863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/44365040668511863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/44365040668511863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-present-and-future.html' title='The Past, The Present and The Future'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1560486502672333996</id><published>2008-05-23T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:17:49.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>Argh... the pain jus came back for no reason at all again... it hurts and it hurts like hell.. de old injuries are acting up again... &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1560486502672333996?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1560486502672333996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1560486502672333996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1560486502672333996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1560486502672333996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8016130815575792806</id><published>2008-05-19T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:40:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Are Old And Gray - Tom Lehrer</title><content type='html'>I came across this song on de net la... Funny la... Listen Listen~~~ i even had de lyrics!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8781a9e70f61bd32" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8781a9e70f61bd32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331121878%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28E88D0CD2F628795A9BB1EF14C69BC0D94BBB72.67E39D2801A43B702F172BD4B01FD0A0EB5ACB07%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8781a9e70f61bd32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE2ETlOiNgv5WpQdYCsKZ58Gq21s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8781a9e70f61bd32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331121878%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28E88D0CD2F628795A9BB1EF14C69BC0D94BBB72.67E39D2801A43B702F172BD4B01FD0A0EB5ACB07%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8781a9e70f61bd32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE2ETlOiNgv5WpQdYCsKZ58Gq21s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I still appreciate you,&lt;br /&gt;Let's find love while we may.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I'll hate you&lt;br /&gt;When you are old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say you love me here and now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the most of that.&lt;br /&gt;Say you love and trust me,&lt;br /&gt;For I know you'll disgust me&lt;br /&gt;When you're old and getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awful debility,&lt;br /&gt;A lessened utility,&lt;br /&gt;A loss of mobility&lt;br /&gt;Is a strong possibility.&lt;br /&gt;In all probability&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose my virility&lt;br /&gt;And you your fertility&lt;br /&gt;And desirability,&lt;br /&gt;And this liability&lt;br /&gt;Of total sterility&lt;br /&gt;Will lead to hostility&lt;br /&gt;And a sense of futility,&lt;br /&gt;So let's act with agility&lt;br /&gt;While we still have facility,&lt;br /&gt;For we'll soon reach senility&lt;br /&gt;And lose the ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your teeth will start to go, dear,&lt;br /&gt;Your waist will start to spread.&lt;br /&gt;In twenty years or so, dear,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish that you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never love you then at all&lt;br /&gt;The way I do today.&lt;br /&gt;So please remember,&lt;br /&gt;When I leave in December,&lt;br /&gt;I told you so in May.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Meh, did u read de lyrics? LOL, isnt it the truth for a lot of pple who doesnt know wat real love is? hmmm come to think of it, this guy is singing de truth abt human nature... for both women and men! wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck tats not for all pple ma hor? Especially pple like me! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8016130815575792806?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8016130815575792806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8016130815575792806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8016130815575792806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8016130815575792806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-are-and-gray-tom-lehrer.html' title='When You Are Old And Gray - Tom Lehrer'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4985267047006130327</id><published>2008-05-19T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:34:35.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>ok, i started work in mac ytd... was on de floor for de whole 8 hrs... Solid la... Really floor manager... &gt;_&lt; maybe i old le la... or maybe too long never work in mac liao... i kinda feel XIONG? or maybe becos i didnt slp before tat ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was soooooooooooooooooooooooooo tiring... dotz... wa koaz.. really old le ba... i don feel anything last time when i was crew running on de floor for 8 hrs! now i feel damn tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on tues, wed and thurs.... yea man... lol, guess im asking for suicide.. but heck, better than staying at home and tio nag by my mom... LOL... Sally was understanding... Very understanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool, i think she knows wat de hell i am going through at home ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crew over there not bad wor... quite frdly... but we seldom talk la... only talk to a few... cos i too new la... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so see how ba... but i know if sally is gonna put me on de floor for 8hrs straight for de next 3 months, 1 good thing will happen... I will freaking slim down! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea!!! i jus realised 1 thing! Mac also know how to zuo ren... LOL I can fit in their M size pants wor!!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4985267047006130327?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4985267047006130327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4985267047006130327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4985267047006130327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4985267047006130327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4972570960952097735</id><published>2008-05-18T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:25:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>Im waiting for june~~~~~~~~~~ Crystal's birthday is coming~~~~ I even had it on my calendar! hahaha, gonna plan leave to bring her out... most likely on a weekday as weekends so many ppleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, actually ashley suggested Sentosa and since Crystal has never been to sentosa, then we bring her there lo... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we mentioned tat to her, she was so happy~~~~ hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here i come~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4972570960952097735?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4972570960952097735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4972570960952097735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4972570960952097735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4972570960952097735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5877145271369384773</id><published>2008-05-14T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:19.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeee~~~~~</title><content type='html'>Wa DaH!!! My tupid comp can finally read my tupid fone liao! !@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping ytd~~~ bought $100+ of items... LOL&lt;br /&gt;Bought shoes la, shirt la, jeans la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are my new shoes~~~~ CUTE HOR? 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Talked about my future and my current role... They are pushing me to be a Business Analyst, so now im still a 'Backup' Business Analyst.. the issue of renumeration came up... he asked me how much i wan... rather than he define a ceiling for me, he decided to let me define my own ceiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him tat i will let him know on wednesday... but he knows tat im worth every penny being spent on... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev is looking at things in the long term... He does not wan me to stay in Data Analytics for too long, rather he wans me to advance... i told him tat im not looking at any management role but rather a specific role tat allows me to be an individual contributer as this wont restrict my circle of learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to believe tat someone like who has an O lvl can climb this far... sanjeev says tat education is not a issue when it comes to de ability to work... however, he wans me to show more 'black faces' as this will help on a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today officially working on dashboard... its crazy especially when u have to do data crunching... tried sending the file through email then realise tat its 9MB in size... Cool la! never tried having Excel sheet in such a big file...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im officially starting work in Mac in de 18th. working 2 jobs is not bcos of $$... is to siam home... cos my mom a bit naggy la... u all know wat she nags abt by now... got my typhoid injection today... hand damn painful... later must take foto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised tat i have taken interest in someone... but hor, i don know her so well la... so maybe see how lo... sometimes when thing advance too fast, its not good... also don know how to tell her... maybe tell her liao i buang, and will pai seh la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been looking bright... been having good support from frds and co workers... a fine bunch of pple... crazy when having fun, serious when working... can also have fun during work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we work hard, play hard, curse and swear real hard (Out of ear shot of course). we teased each other, support each other, spoke words of encouragement, tried to kill one another with sarcasm, go mad together while at work, bully one another, bully de boss and de boss bully us back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dept is not a normal dept which  u see all ard any companies, with people holing in cubicles while planning how to plunge a 7 inch dagger through some other's back ( trust me, i went through tat before... ITS NOT FUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are an ABNORMAL bunch. Yes, you read it right... ABNORMAL... Sanjeev is the Ringmaster (Circus), the zoo keeper (zoo), the Mental Institute Director (IMH), the Shepard (NA, He aint holy, WE are de scape goats when things go wrong... which is seldom) and the Bullet Proof Vest (When Soma starts her machine guns...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u can pretty guess how our dept is... not, its not chaotic, its not messy, its not crazy... it fun, its vibrant with communications and good ties all around everyone (Of cos theres clashes now and then, and a bit of bad blood here and there) , but hell yea, we still stay strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new comers (3 of them) were pretty well behave... but yea, we are teaching them all de bad stuffs... HEY, thats wat Seniors are for! Aint tat right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is finally showing light for me... after 6 months of self destruct (last yr), im picking myself up faster than expected... its moving very fast... coming to 1 yr already... it has never been easy to come this far, especially after falling so hard... but, the harder u fall, the higher u bounce (I got enough fats to do tat!) so im trying to go places where i have never go before this time rd... To the infinity and beyond~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today larling (she call me LARDling) say i chubby! so happy la! She is gonna be my would be colleague soon... on the 18th... its funny on how she call me LARDling and i call her larling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know her online when she was going by de IGN Halleluyah... Then  XBB (Xiao Blade Blade aka Blade Aka King, Tois gave him tat name and we follow suit!) call her sotong... from then on, she WAS King's sotong... (Don know abt now...) Ruff called her Halle, i type her IGN type until pek chek... Too long la... then decided to call her Char bor... then she call me Tar bor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ling ling long long a bit and bcos of a game mode and some teasing, started to call her larling and i got stuck with LARDling... Along de way came tois, then she become tois's Darlie and he become her Darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along de way (again) came Special, call call till become whale and dolphin... my old mates in MoH still call me Gui, chinese for ghostie... Useless aka PY and Hermi aka Eve managed to adapt well to my new found IGN, train... tois called me the toilet guardian (Cos he wear all blue and i wear all red), the GF (Good Friend) and the worst he could ever call me was GAY (due to me not having a Girl Friend)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBB can never call me by my 1st name... he jus only know train... and today he is officially labled GAY cos he keeps on going to the gym... And he got a damn GL face... LOL... then we have Gal ( not de one in de foto...) and dancii who somehow stumbled into us... fun and crazy pple... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow a stray cow ventured too near to us (Moo Moo) and she tio the mad cow disease (from us of course!)... Also kee qia liao (Gone Case) gone mad with us... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PY started de idea of wearing a 1 color suit... she spent 60k or 600k on her outfit (i forgot how much, but i know she was screaming murder all for it), dressed herself in all red... LOL.. then we decided to follow suit... i got myself all red also... spent like 300k on it... Tois and Gal both got blue, with Gal having an additional white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBB was de one tat goes 'EEEEEE! Simi Sai' then after tat joined us in de crazy parade. he is also de top dresser with around 6 colors to change to... he went fanatic over it and called us de Power Rangers... YEA, POWER RANGERS... Dotz, fancy a young adult to come up with something like tat... tois labeled us the toilet guardians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea, we had fun... bang wall moments, cut throat moments, 'i hate u and u hate me' moments... dao pple and tio pple dao moments, brain lag, hand lag moments, ji tao ben dan moments, stoning moments, kee siao moments and abnormal moments... suanning sessions are a daily affair... if theres not any tinge of sourness in any convo tat day, then de end of the world is coming... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN LA~~~~~ I love life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i know u will be reading this... so guess who is the one im interested in... LOL AND TOIS, IT IS NOT YOU! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5438776632589791411?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5438776632589791411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5438776632589791411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5438776632589791411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5438776632589791411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-on-1-meeting-friends-colleagues-life.html' title='1 On 1 Meeting, friends, colleagues life and game?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7162034462437240045</id><published>2008-05-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:25:14.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>went to JUJU for dinner... almost die stuffing ourselves... everyone enjoy la... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7162034462437240045?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7162034462437240045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7162034462437240045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7162034462437240045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7162034462437240045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5699087857554828979</id><published>2008-05-11T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:58:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>well, i cant fall aslp... so i decided to work on the story that i have left it for a long long time... as i work on the story, a sense of nostalgic came washing over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think back on the day that i have met the old man, the old man's daughter and most importantly, it made me think of my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like an emo freak! but duh, hell im not... its jus tat, at this kind of time, when u are all alone, listening to the sounds of the nite, feelings that u don feel normally, will kinda creep up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a lot of pple, im a happy go lucky guy. a guy who got no cares, no worries and doesnt give 2 hoots abt things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some pple, im someone who is strong, can be depended on as a pillar when things doesnt turn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some minority, im someone who can carry the whole world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong as hell, carefree, solid front, as if nothing in the world will bring me down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these, all of these, are jus one part of me. One side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im one hell of a sentimental freak... i do cry, although very very little pple has seen tat... (cos i only cry in VERY VERY RARE OCCASIONS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a softie... i cannot do nothing when i see an elder selling tissues, or setting up a small stall selling things jus to make a living.... trust me, i ever paid $4 for 2 packets of tissues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im an idiot when it comes to the affairs of the heart... i think tats widely known? i always give 101% to any relationship... hell yea, who cares abt it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im weak, seriously weak... i have always hope i can always find someone who i can depend on, lean on, but it seems tat up to now, i still don have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been struggling to walk on the path of life, alone. I have once, found someone who is willing to walk the road with me, but things don turn out right in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a court jester, a clown, an entertainer, a comedian. but does anyone knows that pple like us actually yearn to have someone ard us? we brought laughter to pple ard us, but at our own expenses... how many of them know abt it? and actually appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, dolphin ask me, how come im working so hard... i told her its bcos i wan to siam match making sessions... which is half true... the other half, is not to allow feelings like this to creep on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if it happens, wat i might do is jus to grab de person i really like and smooch her! and then tell her tat i like her... okie the word 'like' is a bit weak, maybe smooch liao say 'I love you'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess she might slap me ba? but the thing is, the 'she' has not appear yet... so i cant jus grab anyone and smooch... i will get prosecuted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell yea, I AM FREAKING SHY DE LA... dotz... this is no joke de... really... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, this is one emotional post... dotz... totally wayward from my usual self...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5699087857554828979?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5699087857554828979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5699087857554828979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5699087857554828979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5699087857554828979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepless_11.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6359741589129236878</id><published>2008-05-09T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:20.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad News</title><content type='html'>the news was very unexpected... Sanjeev said that Soma freeze our dept budget till Oct... which means, no OT claims for Taxi fares (we got no Ot pay de.. only can claim taxi fare), no new staffs coming in, no new conversions, pay raise is till pending, no new resources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiaz... no new resources means and no new staffs means we are going to work ourselves to death with no claims on taxi fares... demoralized... i ask for a meeting with Sanjeev 30% for this issue and 70% for some other issues.. But he is more busy than me lo! DoTz... he is suppose to sit down and look important only lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Arena, bcos its Dolphin's bday... Went with ashley bcos i don know my freaking way ard CQ... I DON CLUB DE! Ashley also join in the fun with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met GAL... de one tat always wan to bully me de... lol... and i got bullied by her tat nite &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SCUs5GfRaQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xbE7WKHUhDk/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SCUs5GfRaQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xbE7WKHUhDk/s200/IMG_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198610704375048450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6359741589129236878?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6359741589129236878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6359741589129236878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6359741589129236878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6359741589129236878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-bad-news.html' title='Bad Bad News'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SCUs5GfRaQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xbE7WKHUhDk/s72-c/IMG_0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5905461197544859646</id><published>2008-05-08T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:39:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running, no more walking</title><content type='html'>had a short conversation with deepak today... it seems tat im starting to take over a Business Analyst job... Sanjeev sent a mail asking me to take over the HR Dashboard by july... Rex is hinting to me that my raise will be quite high after my performance review, which is at june...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its certainly beyond my expectations since i jus took over this position not so long ago. compared to everyone, im a new guy... yet my advancement is taking a few of them by storm, creating stir, making some of them, red eyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex is very determined to keep me out of HR... for wat reasons, im not sure... and deepak is very very determined to keep me out of HR too... bcos he wans me to stay in Data Analytic... He has been complaining to Rex that i still spend quite a bit of time, handling HR issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya no matter wat, they are going to make me go to another dept soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5905461197544859646?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5905461197544859646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5905461197544859646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5905461197544859646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5905461197544859646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-no-more-walking.html' title='Running, no more walking'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5392522885217891236</id><published>2008-05-06T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:37:53.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting O.o</title><content type='html'>Deepak and Rex today ask for a meeting with me. They wanted me to narrow down my job scope as I have been taking on too much work for these past few weeks. Im working too hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak was complaining to Rex that my time is still being taken up by Korea. I told him that Im still training Ashley for Payroll to General Ledger process, I can only give up Korea once Ashley is confident of handling Korea alone, without my help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wan me to concentrate on my current scope cos its critical... But they wan me to get prepared for something else, which is coming soon... Another totally new field tat i have never step in before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its exciting la! cos its totally new wor... can learn new things! i love de process of working from bottom up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a process of self learning , its another process of knowing wat one self can do, how good can one  do and how good one can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also a test of mental strength, a test of one's capability, one's adaptiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of climbing de ladder is one exhilarating process! its shows one self how much effort one has put in, how much one is willing to put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime is a new life experience, a new learning experience, a new experience of self discovering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5392522885217891236?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5392522885217891236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5392522885217891236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5392522885217891236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5392522885217891236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/meeting-oo.html' title='Meeting O.o'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-6072041317388207944</id><published>2008-05-04T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safari Vest and Iron Man</title><content type='html'>Bought a Vest... didnt know wat vest was it... my dad says tat it looked like a safari vest... when i wore a white shirt with it, he says tat i look like a freaking waiter... except tat I don have a bow tie and a towel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is de picture of a vest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SB2VOoBwV7I/AAAAAAAAADY/-CnotfLLIUY/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SB2VOoBwV7I/AAAAAAAAADY/-CnotfLLIUY/s200/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196473623550908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a woman's shirt hor? I tried wearing it with black... de effect is better than wearing white... My mama see liao almost 'hin' (Faint) She say y i buy something like tat... i say she wan me to wear something strange ma.... SO YEA, THERE U HAVE IT MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ironman with Ashley, show ok ok only lo... Funny most of de time la... but it does carry a message behind lo.. you gotta watch lo... i don know how to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, now i need help lo... Wat am i suppose to buy for a gal's bday? HMMM... SOMEONE HELP ME???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-6072041317388207944?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6072041317388207944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=6072041317388207944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6072041317388207944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/6072041317388207944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/safari-vest-and-iron-man.html' title='Safari Vest and Iron Man'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SB2VOoBwV7I/AAAAAAAAADY/-CnotfLLIUY/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-9160323094000481475</id><published>2008-05-03T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:55:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Im still sick la... !@#$%^&amp;amp;* first time i sick so long wor... keep on coughing like hell... my mama keep on asking me to see doc... tell her no, cos i not tat sick la... but she say i still sick lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on telling me not to stay up so late... should not stick myself  to work and game... tell me i shld go out more... know more pple... bring someone home and let her see see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus brush it off aside and tell her when de time comes, it shld come de la... no need to accelerate de process de... she poke my head then tell me to go die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I O.o then tell her where got mom ask their son to go die de when their son never bring any gals home... she say shes de one lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she say everytime our relatives come, they keep on asking my mom whether i am gay or not... DOTZ... SIMI SAI WOR!!! No GF GAY MEH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she laugh lo... she say pple my age already got kid and wife liao... even my bro already got a gf and planning on marriage liao... i said tat bro 'li hai' ma... know how to hook gals... my mom mock slap me and say tat i shld learn from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don understand y nowadays so many pple ask me abt my status... dotz... maciam i alien when i don have a gf... &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama says tat my dressing is too plain... i shld wear more crazy stuff... O.o wear normal cannot meh? She say everyday see me wear de clothes har, maciam no change de... design same, color change... and tats it! See until sian lo... tats wat she say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoTz... I told her better than see me wear uniform everyday right? she shake her head... she say tat my uniform looks more colorful... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell my mama, later i go buy some crazy clothes... she better not scold me... she say she wont but she wan it to be crazy enough...&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/3638048256399950345-9160323094000481475?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/9160323094000481475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=9160323094000481475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/9160323094000481475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/9160323094000481475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2629111572714583180</id><published>2008-05-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:20.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Awwwwwwwwwwwww Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, okie, i got de pics we have from de SG flyer on my colleagues blog... i gonna steal them and put them here! LOL i really hope she wont mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp294BwV2I/AAAAAAAAACw/KQZrb7Og2BQ/s1600-h/ahsley+in+cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp294BwV2I/AAAAAAAAACw/KQZrb7Og2BQ/s200/ahsley+in+cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195595925509134178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley in de cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp3moBwV3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0OvcBZ0k-5o/s1600-h/andy+and+crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp3moBwV3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0OvcBZ0k-5o/s200/andy+and+crystal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195596625588803442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp3w4BwV4I/AAAAAAAAADA/YsLkyEB_VWc/s1600-h/Ashley+and+crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp3w4BwV4I/AAAAAAAAADA/YsLkyEB_VWc/s200/Ashley+and+crystal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195596801682462594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, don ask about me... i too ugly le... everytime i tried to take photo, de camera jus refuse to work.. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2629111572714583180?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2629111572714583180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2629111572714583180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2629111572714583180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2629111572714583180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBp294BwV2I/AAAAAAAAACw/KQZrb7Og2BQ/s72-c/ahsley+in+cave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4283700831950883877</id><published>2008-05-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:00:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad...</title><content type='html'>My mama preached abt my future jus now... She said tat my cousin (de blind date) is a undergraduate. She is de same age as me, yet she is a finance manager now... My mama says tat if i have not quit army for 'her', (NOT MY COUSIN, SOMEONE ELSE) i will be very successful today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I give up army, which i had slogged so hard for... From someone issue orders to someone who has to take orders from others... My mama say i stupid... say i throw face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her tat after i left army, I have been successful before wor... She saw it herself, she even say its good tat i have left de army...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama says that, all de more i shld go back to wat i have been doing previously. But i don wan... too much work, responsibilities, so less time, even though de $ is good... my mama ask me to go back to study... i tell my mama tat she knows i cannot study de... i only know how to work my up de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she scold me again, for giving up everything i had worked for previously... I tell my mama tat papa says tat life experience is more important... Career can come 2nd... My mama tell me not to listen to my dad... she say my dad bull shit de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i tell mama tat even though dad never had a career to talk about, (He is not in any supervisory role, not in any management role, he basically is a worker all his life...) never draw those obsence amount of salary, yet he managed clear off Uncle debts 4 times, bring up 2 'Worst case scenarios' boys, never have to let my mama work, paid for the 4 rm HDB flat in full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a good life, never allowed us to go hungry, have dinner outside every sunday... Got a plasma TV, home surround system... got 2 tvs, 1 for mom and 1 for bro... we got cable, internet, he got my brother a computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got no career to talk abt... never once he lamented that he can have a better life if he has done tat or done this... Its very hard for a normal person to do all this... Let alone my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is not ordinary... he is not any normal man that you see walking normally on de street... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Dad is a Polio victim... The disease destroy the use of his right leg... His right leg is thin like a stick... Basically, just bones and skin... His muscle wasted away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell, he is a strong man... He never played on his handicapped... Instead, he show alot of pple tat he is as good as any normal man... If not, better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of his frds, colleagues as I used to play alot at his workplace when i was kid... They always tell me that my dad is not someone to be trifle with... Even though they call him 'Bai kar', a hokkien term for walking with a lame leg, its a term that they call him with respect, not ridiculation... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They told me that even though my dad walks with a limp, he doesnt require help in anything he do... They say tat his skills are superb and they cant do without him most of de time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, is a mechanic for heavy machinery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mama tat she might think tat watever dad has said to me might be bullshit to her, but to me, dad would not say anything tats bullshit if it is not feasible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mama, she says tat no gals would wan a man with no career... i tell mama tat if no gals wan me, then so be it... i tell mama to look at herself, my dad, my bro and me... and watever is ard her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ask her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, when u fall in love with dad, is it bcos of his career and money? Or is it bcos of who he is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama laugh damn loud! she says tat my dad has no career and $ to speak of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea lo... but u still married him wor... and see wat dad has done... not everyone can do things like him de wor...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom went quiet... she actually cried a bit... she knows wat my dad says is true la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man doesnt need to have a career to be successful... its wat he had done in life, his experiences in life tat counts for everything... Its the people tat he has touched in life, the pple who he has influenced, and the people who have influence him... its these pple tat bear witness to wat a man he is and how successful in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, the parents of my best frd commented on my determination in life... They asked me wat had made me so determined in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them, I grew up watching my Dad's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4283700831950883877?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4283700831950883877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4283700831950883877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4283700831950883877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4283700831950883877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dad.html' title='My Dad...'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5786387887862590172</id><published>2008-05-01T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:26:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin? Whale?</title><content type='html'>Okie, after contemplating for a few days, i decided to tell Whale that she should not be whale as im more bigger in size. So i told her tat she will be de dolphin and i will be de whale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she so funny ask why la... I told her tat i bigger in size ma, so call her dolphin and im called whale... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said okie la but after tat i still got call her whale sometimes lo... Funny la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5786387887862590172?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5786387887862590172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5786387887862590172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5786387887862590172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5786387887862590172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/dolphin-whale.html' title='Dolphin? Whale?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2063498308544911790</id><published>2008-04-30T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:41:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dormant Volcano is still a Volcano</title><content type='html'>Am not in a very good mood today. in fact, im in a freaking bad mood today... Maybe my tolerance level is dropping for those pple who took my high level of tolerance for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i don say anything, tat doesnt mean tat i feel nothing. i jus don wan to throw ur face only.&lt;br /&gt;you freaking asked me for help, yet u don wan to listen to my advice, don wan to work on de way on how it shld be, then you KNN jia li hai, say this say tat, THEN TELL ME TO SHUT UP, then when things don work, YOU SAY I SCREW UP, when i tell u tat you are de one who did not listen, YOU SAID TAT I TEACH YOU DE WRONG STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO TEACH YOU WHEN YOU DON WAN TO LISTEN? since you so smart, you ahead and do lo... call me for wat? IF YOU WAN TO SHOW ME TAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME. THEN I TELL YOU,  YOU FAILED MISERABLY AND YOU MADE A FOOL OUT OF YOURSELF WHEN YOU ASK THE TECH TEAM TO BE DE JUDGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case YOU do not know, TECH TEAM COME TO ME MOST OF DE TIME FOR HELP! So, get your freaking knowledge corrected before trying to show off your STUPIDILITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got NO freaking right to throw YOUR TEMPER at ME when YOU realised that YOU ARE NOT UP TO DE MARK. YOU GOT NO FREAKING RIGHT TO SHOW ME YOUR DISPLEASURE WHEN YOU DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO GET THINGS DONE AND ESPECIALLY, WHEN YOU &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASK &lt;/span&gt;ME FOR HELP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESERVED &lt;/span&gt;the SCOLDING I GAVE YOU JUS NOW. So now shut up and go one corner and cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA BU EH DOLPHIN NOT IN A NA BU EH GOOD MOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2063498308544911790?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2063498308544911790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2063498308544911790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2063498308544911790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2063498308544911790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/dormant-volcano-is-still-volcano.html' title='A Dormant Volcano is still a Volcano'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-7865019358302209973</id><published>2008-04-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyer</title><content type='html'>26th April, Company's Family Day. Singapore Flyer, Time: 1030am (Supposingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to fetch Crystal: 830am&lt;br /&gt;Time suppose to wake up: 745am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time woke up: 830am&lt;br /&gt;Time fetched Crystal: 850am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket collection: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Time I take the tickets: This morning, 10+am, Office, with Crystal in tow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take them home at Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time reached: Near 11am, with Crystal and Ashley, on a taxi&lt;br /&gt;Time taken to locate Joyce-San: 5 Mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn blur cause 1st time there... Walked a bit then realised that Hartini is behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Makan: 12+pm&lt;br /&gt;Time taken to receive food: Min 20+mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queue was damn long at Popeye's Chicken and Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time taken for Makan: 1+hr&lt;br /&gt;Food we had: Popeye's Chicken and Biscuit 2 piece combo set, Geleria Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for Andy to receive his food, he came later than us and the queue was even longer than just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time we boarded the Flyer: Forgot, around 2+pm&lt;br /&gt;Time on the Flyer: 30mins&lt;br /&gt;Cam Whoring session on the Flyer: Less than 20 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting initially, boring after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time taken for Cam Whoring session (Again): At least 1hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mini 'natural forest' and waterfall at the 1st level. Crystal was going gaga over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much after that, we split, leaving Andy going back to the office alone while the rest of us troop back to the station through the Esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Crystal a pig soft toy and she is so happy about it. She was hugging all the while from the Flyer till home. She fell asleep on the train while hugging the soft toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute la! Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea~~~ This is the picture of the Pig soft toy... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBVTcoBwV0I/AAAAAAAAACg/FfeHmujpTVI/s1600-h/pig.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBVTcoBwV0I/AAAAAAAAACg/FfeHmujpTVI/s200/pig.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194149496487958338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-7865019358302209973?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7865019358302209973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=7865019358302209973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7865019358302209973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/7865019358302209973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/flyer.html' title='Flyer'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SBVTcoBwV0I/AAAAAAAAACg/FfeHmujpTVI/s72-c/pig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2385661970809532157</id><published>2008-04-25T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:07:27.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Flow of Blood?</title><content type='html'>My nose bleed last night... and its bleeding right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2385661970809532157?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2385661970809532157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2385661970809532157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2385661970809532157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2385661970809532157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-flow-of-blood.html' title='Free Flow of Blood?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-512985933050976673</id><published>2008-04-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:21:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Im sick... I was alright this morning before I reached office... The moment I reached, fever came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a daze for the whole day... Argh, hate that feeling.. Very long never sick until like tat liao.. got half a mind to die la... keep on smoking to chase de feeling away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i hate being single...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-512985933050976673?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/512985933050976673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=512985933050976673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/512985933050976673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/512985933050976673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1680680318941809098</id><published>2008-04-24T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:32:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Robot, But Almost Anyway</title><content type='html'>强悍的铁汉也需要似水的柔情...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I realised the true meaning of this phrase today. No matter how strong a man can be, he still needs love. Even the toughest man on earth, still have a place for emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tough he is in exterior, there will come a time, when the feeling for someone to be beside him come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don like to show how empty their heart is... Some people just choose not to think about it... Some, hide it away, and throw away all sights of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it does crept out every now and then, reminding that one individual, that this void, cannot be ignored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An individual can only do so much to hide, yet, sometimes, unforeseen situation and uncontrollable factors do exposed him to the elements... With no place to hide, almost like a naked heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An individual who live alone, is call a loner.. People who choose to lead the path of life in the way they decided. There are loners in which world, which walk this path of life, not by choice, but rather choiceless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling will pass soon, after all, this isnt the 1st time it came and it wont be de last time... But it will go back to hiding once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Even the toughest man will still bow down to emotions...' Quote: Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1680680318941809098?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1680680318941809098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1680680318941809098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1680680318941809098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1680680318941809098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-robot.html' title='Not a Robot, But Almost Anyway'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-1730273152515595265</id><published>2008-04-22T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyst</title><content type='html'>I IS A DATA ANALYST!!! Wahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, during a smoking session, my colleagues talked to me about my love life... They tell me not to wait when I have seen someone that I like... Its not that I don't want to... I don't know how to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laughed at me and tell me to woo a few girls then I will know how to... DoTz...  Paiseh la... How to tell the girl that I like her... Then if she don like me how? Dotz... Then paiseh la... See each other also paiseh... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don tell me to hint la... I only know how to tell straight de... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya see how la... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar... here is the pics from the CAM WHORING session we have in Audi the night before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SA4SCoBwVzI/AAAAAAAAACY/8lYhDNfI5Ls/s1600-h/cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k84ktkOdc-4/SA4SCoBwVzI/AAAAAAAAACY/8lYhDNfI5Ls/s200/cuties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192107256718579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-1730273152515595265?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1730273152515595265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=1730273152515595265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1730273152515595265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/1730273152515595265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/analyst.html' title='Analyst'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_k84ktkOdc-4/SA4SCoBwVzI/AAAAAAAAACY/8lYhDNfI5Ls/s72-c/cuties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-3826460695071129379</id><published>2008-04-20T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:12:48.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoTz</title><content type='html'>ERM, yea i know... 2 posts in less than 10 hrs... either im bored to tears or something is wrong with me... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly got so much time... a bit not used to it... LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to work on the story again... yea, so de other blog wont rot and be forgotten... For those who knows de blog add, good for you! for those who don know... Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghostiewritestory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ghostiewritestory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, its time to get the words coming again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-3826460695071129379?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3826460695071129379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=3826460695071129379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3826460695071129379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/3826460695071129379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/dotz.html' title='DoTz'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-4929334150750907142</id><published>2008-04-20T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:44:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colbie Caillat - Realize</title><content type='html'>Got addicted to this song recently... Heard this song on radio but dont know what the hell is the title... Then decide to test the capability of the TrackID function that comes with the phone... Hell yea, it works... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i went to dl this song... don ask me how... its all trade secret :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, here it is! Enjoy har!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/Colbie%20Caillat%20-%20Realize.mp3" width="140" height="40" type="audio/mpeg mpga mp2 mp3" autostart="true" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2147447484&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2" quality="high" name="scroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="210" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/colbie-caillat-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-4929334150750907142?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4929334150750907142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=4929334150750907142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4929334150750907142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/4929334150750907142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/colbie-caillat-realize.html' title='Colbie Caillat - Realize'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-830607757027663124</id><published>2008-04-20T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:11:44.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies again!!!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch movie with a colleague today. Watched Forbidden Kingdom... $10 ticket, i only can say, worth it! Wahahaha... Especially the scene between Jacky Chan and Jet Li... So nice laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Monkey god play by Jet Li... a bit erm erm... u go watch lo then u know la... Show is in the mixture of English and Chinese... Got a feeling maciam Singlish... But got standard de singlish... LOL... The way the golden swallow talk har... reminds me of the Speech and Drama classes i used to go &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maciam Thee, Thy, Thou.. But much simpler, she don't use 'I' she use 'She' Power la... never know can talk like tat de... School really kills creativeness... Dotz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receive a sms from a frd... At 1st don know wat de hell de sms is abt... Read 4 times liao still don understand... then reply her, ask her wat it means... When i receive her reply, I almost wan to call and and scold her sia... Where got pple TWIT so much de~!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KoAZ! I hate pple who twit de lo... u twit a bit i still can understand... U twit till maciam Alien Lang, how de F am i suppose to know? DOTZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please har, next time, DON TWIT if you can... IF you DIE DIE must TWIT, make sure i understand what the hell you are talking about... DoTz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today go audi tio scold... for being late, for not logging in the correct account, for not taking 1st, for not winning, for this and for tat... DoTz.. Win also tio scold... Lose also tio scold... hiaz... Too pro also cannot, Too noob also cannot... DoTz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level too high, no one wan to play with u.., say sure lose... Level too low pple say u noob, don wan you to drag them down... dotz... SIMI WOR!!!! If they know that the level 8 novice is actually a level 28 backup... i think they will suicide ba... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o 3am liao... still awake... weather damn warm... so happy la... now got more time... ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus remember something, Ashely frd say tat got part time lobang&lt;br /&gt;sit down ask pple register name only, $7.50 per hr? SOng Bo!! Then Halle tat side for opening for PT FM!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA, happy la!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly har... next month look so blight!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i admit i twit a bit also la... dotz... Lobat la, blight la, blain la, lebit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-830607757027663124?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/830607757027663124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=830607757027663124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/830607757027663124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/830607757027663124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/movies-again.html' title='Movies again!!!'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-492215255666853666</id><published>2008-04-19T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:21:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Date?????</title><content type='html'>Hell yea, you didnt read it wrong... I got a blind date set up by my mom without knowing it... it was crazy, stupid, not funny, embarrassing... DoTz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go in to the details... I only know tat when my colleagues know abt it, they ROARED with laughter... When Hazey knew abt it, she does NOT believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You? Wilson Choo, Blind DATE? YOU? Got a BLIND DATE? Wahahaha! It happen to YOU?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what she said on the fone... DoTz.. Unbelievable yet true... Am i going downhill or wat... Hiaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got freaking teased by my colleagues the whole day lo! When I told PY about it, she just laughed and laughed and laughed... dotz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i really so screwed up that I need my mom to set up a blind date for me? Dotz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-492215255666853666?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/492215255666853666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=492215255666853666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/492215255666853666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/492215255666853666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/blind-date.html' title='Blind Date?????'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5570397821568269677</id><published>2008-04-16T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:11:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o</title><content type='html'>The damn timing is sooooooooooooooooooooooo accurate that i suspect they are spying on me. The moment i stepped into my house, de damn fone ring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hello, simi tai ji?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gao chu liao har?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yea... ngam ngam gao nia... Meh Si?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bo la, ai pak mah jong mai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'har? mah jong? geh zit simi occasion? suddenly ai mah jong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bo la... miss u ma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly cold dao... these buggers miss me? tat time win their $$ they already scream murder...&lt;br /&gt;'mai... lang nuaz... bo si mi ai geng nao...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wah liew... got kakis leh... somemore got pretty gal wan to gai xiao to u leh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'har? mai kum sia... wo ji zun damn busy with work liao...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mai ah neh la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong lo... most of the time they not this persistent de... dotz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wu shi bu deng san bao dian (无事不登三宝殿) wat is it, might as well u tell me now...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm... comp spoil la... need ur help... then mah jong at de same time... Mark cannot fix leh... ask me to call u... say ur 'dao hang' ka high... somemore jus nice got enough person for mah jong... might as well lo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'don wan... ur lao gu dong can throw liao... even hua tuo(化陀)also cannot save liao... throw it away and buy new one la... dotz...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mai la got gum cheng liao... how can throw like tat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'if fiona xie say she wans to be ur gf and ask u to throw and buy new one, will u?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES! OF COS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gum cheng your butt! u stingy say so la! Set appt with me la... i see whether i free this sat or not...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he hang my fone... DoTz... by the time this whole convo ended, my dad start knocking on my door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh son, the living rm tv spoil liao.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'orh, later i ask di to come and shift my TV to de living rm...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift my tv after tat, with my bro, then my dad say he will fix de living rm tv at de weekends... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomolo busyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! got so many things to do... Tell deepak i tomolo not taking anymore request, he has to run Guangzhou pay request by himself! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5570397821568269677?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5570397821568269677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5570397821568269677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5570397821568269677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5570397821568269677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/oo.html' title='O.o'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8270307095400798885</id><published>2008-04-16T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:31:13.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I went to re-read the results of a test that I did last time... These are the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="report" class="youareh"&gt; You are a &lt;span class="yourea"&gt;Leader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tablehead"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your solid grounding in the practicalities of life, along with your self-assuredness and your willingness to appreciate new things make you a LEADER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You're in touch with what is going on around you and adept at remaining down-to-earth and logical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Although you're detail-oriented, this doesn't mean that you lose the big picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You tend to find beauty in form and efficiency, as opposed to finding it in broad-based, abstract concepts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Never one to pass on an adventure, you're consistently seeking and finding new things, even in your immediate surroundings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of this eagerness to pursue new experiences, you've learned a lot; your attention to detail means that you gain a great deal from your adventures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; The intellectual curiosity that drives you leads you to seek out causes of and reasons behind things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your confidence gives you the potential to take your general awareness and channel it into leadership. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're not set on one way of doing things, and you often have the skills and persistence to find innovative ways of facing challenges. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You are well-attuned to your talents, and can deal with most problems that you face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your independent streak allows you to make decisions efficiently and to trust your instincts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You are balanced in your approach to problem-solving, not letting your emotions hold you up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Never one to be found in chic boutiques or trendy clothing stores, you take an extremely practical approach to getting dressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; The control you feel over your life is empowering to you-- you believe in your abilities and acknowledge your shortcomings.  Explanations of the world that focus on destiny or fate don't really interest you.  You take responsibility for what goes wrong in your life, and also for what goes well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tablehead1"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="odd1" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;    &lt;h2 class="reportsection"&gt;how you relate to others&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;h2 id="report" class="youareh"&gt; You are &lt;span class="yourea"&gt;Advocating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tablehead"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Being social, empathic, and understanding makes you ADVOCATING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Some people find being around others exhausting—but not you! You    are energized by spending time with friends, and you are good at meeting new people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; One of the reasons you enjoy conversation as much as you do is that you often    learn about yourself while talking things out with a friend; you    realize things about your own beliefs while discussing them with others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You have insight into what others are thinking and feeling. This ability allows you to be happy for    others, and to commiserate when something has gone wrong for them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; You are highly compassionate, and being conscious of how things affect those    close to you leaves you cautious about trusting others too hastily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Despite these reservations, you are open-minded when it comes to your worldview; you don't look to impose your ways on others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your sensitivity towards others' plights contributes to an understanding—both    intellectual and emotional—of many different perspectives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; As someone who understands the complexities of the world around you, you are    reluctant to pass judgments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Okie, I read and RE-READ a few more times... some of what it said doesnt feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so... right... LOL, it aint really very accurate anyway since its a website thing... But heck, i will leave de judgements to u guys... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8270307095400798885?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8270307095400798885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8270307095400798885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8270307095400798885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8270307095400798885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8518559736973789605</id><published>2008-04-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:29:17.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>Im DEAD!!! LOL, so many things to do... Been busy these few days, work until my butt almost drop off! Really lo! Stupid boss! Make me so busy till i don have time to blog blog blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ashley come to work le... LOL, so funny to see her in the office. Cannot help laughing when i saw her... maciam not real like tat... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 1 shot set up 6 training schedule... my head almost pitcha... 1 for beijing, 4 for korea and 1 for query training.. next week i @@ liao... training for query start this week &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to handover beijing fast!!!! and korea also!!! and i almost forgot... Shanghai and Guangzhou... Aiya, the whole china la... dotz... KOREA IS A MUST TO HANDOVER!!! cannot take it liao... going to kee siao liao... my new role is eating up on me... A LOT... I keep on seeing mails with freaking crazy request... As if I and Deepak maciam can do anything using query manager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been using Excel very very extensively these few days... As if writing expressions in SQL isnt enough, now i have to write Excel programming language... WTH... DOTZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People has been calling me God of Query... but they will never call me God of Excel... LOL, cos that belongs to Deepak... Wahahaha... Chew Chin is Demi God of Query liao! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going GA GA la... Aiyo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8518559736973789605?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8518559736973789605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8518559736973789605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8518559736973789605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8518559736973789605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-5204633388897197595</id><published>2008-04-08T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:43:18.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woots?</title><content type='html'>WEEEE, yesterday forgot to upload the pictures!!! Was planning to do it in office today but office system screwed up and I cant do anything about it... Dotz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the system break down, We managed to go home early. So now here I am!!! To post the pictures!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are!!!&lt;br /&gt;My Old N70 that is going to be retired!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/N70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 49px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/N70.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original picture of the phone LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.gsmarena.com/vv/bigpic/nokia-n70.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 43px; height: 58px;" src="http://img.gsmarena.com/vv/bigpic/nokia-n70.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new SE W960i that being commissioned now with its pouch!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/SE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 57px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/SE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.gsmarena.com/vv/bigpic/sonyericsson-w960.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 46px; height: 62px;" src="http://img.gsmarena.com/vv/bigpic/sonyericsson-w960.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new watch!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/Watch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 51px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/Watch.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MaJpty1qL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MaJpty1qL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bad photography skills... LOL... But yup, here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-5204633388897197595?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5204633388897197595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=5204633388897197595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5204633388897197595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/5204633388897197595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/woots.html' title='Woots?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-2437841134317372111</id><published>2008-04-06T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:36:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Don know what to put for title... LOL! Steven called again today. Told me that PDS will contact us shortly, tat means a chance for more $$!!! Weeee~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12 today, my dad wake me up and scream into my ears that its 12 already... Cannot slp anymore, else tonite cannot slp again... DoTz. I miss staying in my own apartment.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden kingdom is showing on 18th April!!! LOL! So happy! Its my type of show lo! If its very nice, I might buy the DVD. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's comp came today, set it up for her. But our spare monitor got a problem... So she has a system unit but no monitor... Cant do anything about it... LOL, gonna get one for her tomolo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-2437841134317372111?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2437841134317372111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=2437841134317372111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2437841134317372111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/2437841134317372111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/titleless.html' title='Titleless?'/><author><name>ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12291774054999060008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638048256399950345.post-8894364002158473828</id><published>2008-04-05T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:16:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day!!! LOL</title><content type='html'>Been going shopping for the last 2 weeks. So happy!!! Bought so many things!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see har... What did I bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 Shirts from G2000. Black label...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 Belt, Goldlion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 3 Pairs of Socks, Byford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 Ring, Couples Lab&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 pair of Sport shoes, Yonex&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/My%20yonex%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 38px; height: 29px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/My%20yonex%20shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 pair of Dress Boots, Timberland&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/My%20timberland%20Dress%20Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 35px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/My%20timberland%20Dress%20Boots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 1 Badminton Racket, Yonex&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/My%20Yonex%20Racket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 30px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/22/543659/My%20Yonex%20Racket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ar, I only managed to get the shoes and the racket's picture... The rest... I also don't know how to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday buy phone lo!!! Decided to buy SE W960i! woots!! I will take a picture of it! LOL and Tues, meet Liz for dinner and buy watch also! Will take a picture of it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3638048256399950345-8894364002158473828?l=bombastic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8894364002158473828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3638048256399950345&amp;postID=8894364002158473828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8894364002158473828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3638048256399950345/posts/default/8894364002158473828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bombastic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-day-lol.html' title='Good Day!!! 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