<?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-20365654</id><updated>2011-09-05T13:40:19.952+08:00</updated><category term='scsm 2007'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='running'/><category term='standard chartered singapore marathon'/><title type='text'>the drunkard &amp; the redfox</title><subtitle type='html'>this is how i lived my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8222918970367090913</id><published>2009-05-11T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:58:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, have been based on site for the past 5 weeks, lots of new things I see on site, and many more happened out of site. And it’s being a while since I blogged. Got some free time at site, mostly spent on fighting the Z monster, so might as well do up some entry for my stagnant bloggie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still amazes us on how we actually got together, and I’m still in the state of wonder… wondering how everything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial piece of the jigsaw puzzle was an attempt to pick up some random girl on a somewhat normal party nite. I was attracted to her body language in relation to the pounding music. We danced for merely a few minutes… and those minutes changed our lives 3 yrs from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That piece of jigsaw laid there for 3 yrs, until the first morning of the year; just another drink-dance-drunk moment for me, but a disheartened one of hers. We were like strangers all over again. But with the involvement of a flirtatious catalyst, strangers became acquaintances. We had our first proper conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequent pieces of the jigsaw came in place, 3 months after forging the acquaintanceship. The longest cuppa session I ever had, result of our similarities. Sports, music, drinks, arts… that’s all we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fateful nite came with a casual initiative. 1.5 litres of grape juice fermented in cognac gave birth to the happy spirited drunkard redfox. All he knew was to enjoy, indulging so much that he let his feelings out too easily. With such ease that wasn’t taken seriously at first thought. No sane mind will actually. Neither did her. The ignorant drunkard persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The persistence paid off when the sun rose on 4th April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most constructive times were spent on the staircase of a hdb apartment blk. Nothing romantic, but it was where doubts are cleared and trust was awarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the similarities, indifference exists. Outsiders’ perceptions don’t matter… as long as we know what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jigsaw puzzle will never be complete… the beginning is 5 yrs from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8222918970367090913?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8222918970367090913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8222918970367090913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8222918970367090913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8222918970367090913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-encounter.html' title='amazing encounter'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-5708732400311083283</id><published>2009-04-13T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:11:10.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so feel... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this site is quite dormant, so when i post i dun tink my frenz will noe oso... lol. ya, recently got some feelings to thorw up. though there's already some one for me to throw up to... but there're things i juz wanna tell the whole world tho everyone may juz turn deaf ears. it's ok!!! let me begin... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i always felt that i was cruel. the day she begged  and i juz turned a deaf ear, though my eyes sweated profusely. i haf to make the decision not based on my heart but my brains. surfing through th emotional wave, i managed to pick up my not-so-fantastic braincells and complete the jigsaw puzzle. and finally i locked on to my answer... no matter how much i was moved. i was inhuman i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was it plain selfishness that i was so desperate for a carefree life? or was it just plain annoyance of a relationship tt doesn't turn out to be what i really wanted? what would haf happened if i did not lockdown on my decision, and u-turned after going straight? i nv tried thinking of tings tt nv happened... coz there're too many possibilities. all i noe is: my happiness matters more. if i cant stay happy, how can i ensure the happiness of my other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i quite like my carefree life, until loneliness visited me. i had joyful moments, but there's no one to share. i had stressful days, there's no one to talk to. yes there're frenz. but frenz can onli satisfy ur emotional needs to a certain level. somewhere beyond tt point, you need a special some one to walk with you... and how do you define him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what's special? some one who loves you, coz it's fortunate to be loved? people who flirt ard are always being loved, maybe for juz the nite. old men at their wife's funeral were loved too, but why till death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tried stating in words... describing the ger whom is worthy of my love and whom i'm willing to hold on so dearly. i always thot tt was juz a fantasy tt will nv come true. when it really did, i'd nv wanna let go. hw many chances do you come across a stranger wif many common friends, with similar interests, similar pastimes, similar perspectives. imagine life with such a person... i'd love to make frenz with strangers like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but she happened to be my baby gwen. loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-5708732400311083283?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/5708732400311083283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=5708732400311083283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5708732400311083283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5708732400311083283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-feel.html' title='so feel... ...'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-4261260762953959959</id><published>2009-01-16T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:08:41.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009-01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's being a long time since i grumble online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've just watched ip man. i got goosebumps upon the first fight. i was being hit like that before when i was 12. not by my parents, not by sch bullies. it was my first contact with martial arts. i did not enrol into a wing chun class, but apparently the master, master chen, was trained in this artform. he wasn't as spectacular as wat the movie portrayed ip man to be, which i do not know the extent of truth in the fight choreogrpahies, but he moves in the similar way. i recalled how we, the handful who took extra combat lessons from him, were always being pinned down by him, being slapped in all directions where we will never know how, and being lifted off our feet and realizing it only after landing back onto the mat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was then a kid. kids easily believe wat adults say, especially a role model. master chen once said bout some demon in the heart which will hinder you to become better, and it's important to overcome this demon. being a kid, i innocently believed. not the demon, but to overcome. it does sound stupid if some one tells me that now. but i'm glad that i met master chen. i may be too young to appreciate him back then, and i do not get alot of close encounters with him, but now thinking back, i wished i could have learned more from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i found sense of belonging in the classes. i was recognized for my efforts. everyone in the class knows i'm good, given my age at that time. not to boast, i may not be the best, but at least one of the better ones. this is wat i dun find at home. i was never appreciated at home. seen as the youngest, and incapable of many things. but these strangers acknowledged my potential, i was given the chance to teach new comers, at the age of 12... now thinking back... what the fuck a 12 yr old can do? but those strangers appreciate me more than my family ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;donnie yen as ip man. this brings me back to my childhood memories of watching the fist of fury series, the honky drama series adapted from bruce lee's fist of fury. donnie yen acted as a national hero, a fictional disciple of huo yuan jia (founder of chin woo athletic association), who fights japanese too. his moves back then seemed fake, which i feel that the production attempted to represent bruce lee's swift actions by fast forwarding. by the way bruce lee slowed down for the camera in his movies. a bad attempt indeed. but even so, i would always rush home to watch; halfway thru soccer games. when mom wanna cut my hair i'd get the trim in front of the tv. i might be the only series i had being so addicted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i could have gone on and on about my encounters with martial arts, but it'll just be like a blunt pencil. i feel that i've found my root.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ip Man the Movie - &lt;a href="http://www.ipman-movie.com/main_en.html"&gt;http://www.ipman-movie.com/main_en.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yip Man, Master of Wing Chun - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yip_Man"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yip_Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information on Wing Chun - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wing_Chun"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wing_Chun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Donnie Yen? - &lt;a href="http://www.donnieyen.com/"&gt;http://www.donnieyen.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fist of Fury (1995) - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKcBoLRX24I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKcBoLRX24I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-4261260762953959959?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/4261260762953959959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=4261260762953959959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4261260762953959959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4261260762953959959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-01.html' title='2009-01'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6872073153472625967</id><published>2008-12-09T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:00:46.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 random things... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz read aze's blog... and i got tagged!!! this is brainless... but i'm juz as brainless at the moment... so let's do it dude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 random things about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) i dun like to talk... though being a tool of communication, i tink it's juz a form of entertainment most of the time. i dun need to communicate ALL the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) i like ah lians! it's the straight forwardness, the vainity, the ah lian dance moves... but filter the out the fat n ugly ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) i prefer cats to dogs. dogs look stupid. cats look more intelligent, able to take care of themselves without the protection of homosapiens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) i love techno! tt's wat i call groovy tunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) my mouth produces vulgar literatures... nouns like the female and male reproductive organs expressed with the tongue of the hokkien ethnic group, and fornification under the consent of the king with your mother, in either the hokkien of cantonese tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) i dun need anyone to tell me wat i should do wif my life. the so called financial planners dun tell me the importance of saving up, coz u r wasting ur time n my time. i'm not ignorant, i juz chose the way i live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) i always have violent thots. like, stuffing the phone down the punk's throat when he plays music aloud in public, beating up anyone who looks ugly when dancing but thinks they r the centre of attention, slapping the kid who's screaming in public, and for the parent who cant discipline the kid, dragging the bugger who stands on the right side of the escalator during peak hrs, kicking the fool who sits on the floor near the door of the mrt in the face. fortunately i'm not a teacher. dun worry... the above mentioned act are contained within my skull cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) i work better at night... like now... i can blog at 2.40am... not in the day... human should sleep in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) i dun like to strive for the best. getting better is enuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) lastly, i watch porn! i noe most of my frenz w/ a dick does. i aint saint afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now you haf read the above... dun run! u r tagged! the price of being kaypoh is to go do this brianless shit on ur bloggie if u haf one. i dun need to name u, u noe who u r. muahahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;needa slp liao lah... nbcb... 5hrs to rise n shine. good night earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6872073153472625967?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6872073153472625967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6872073153472625967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6872073153472625967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6872073153472625967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-random-things.html' title='10 random things... ...'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3248568941716994421</id><published>2008-10-18T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:53:56.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family guy</title><content type='html'>knn... super farnie... i luffed my tears out!!! lol!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRn5-LQCg2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRn5-LQCg2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jpoki4wBwtA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jpoki4wBwtA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3248568941716994421?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3248568941716994421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3248568941716994421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3248568941716994421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3248568941716994421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-guy.html' title='family guy'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1685463521609653609</id><published>2008-10-06T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:38:08.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::videos galore:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;male version of "take a bow" by ne-yo... he can really sing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Qd6DYU8Sl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Qd6DYU8Sl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's all chant by dj valium. one of the top ah beng techno in my list... muahaha. your body, my body, everybody move your body~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A60He4wjTx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A60He4wjTx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sounds of san francisco by global deejays. o'skool fused with techno beats. indulge into nolstalgic trance... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuPc_ZSRm9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuPc_ZSRm9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;welcome to the future by exit way. the very first techno that brought me to the dark side... goes well with alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzU4Pe8nIm8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzU4Pe8nIm8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1685463521609653609?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1685463521609653609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1685463521609653609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1685463521609653609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1685463521609653609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/10/ne-yo-take-bow.html' title='videos'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3559681211598650895</id><published>2008-10-06T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:22:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attended 2 weddings this weekend. camera spoilt so fail to capture the happy moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fri nite was ah fat's wedding... aka yao hui. i was a third of the brother army in he morning. i'm the pig bearer. carried the roasted pig for the entire morning. it's quite tiring ah... nb... pig is heavy lor. and thanks to the sunny weather... sweat man... how i wish i was at sentosa. evening's dinner i was coordinating the music... not realli planned by me... juz help to ensure the right music is played for each activity. had wine whole nite... quite high lah! our table consists of jj, damian, rosie, eileen, ange, shide, wenni, kenny, &amp;amp; weide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat went out with juan. basically cafe hopped. from spinelli at heeren... then walked to haji lane. now then i realized there're nice clothes there!!! my next shopping haunt... muahahaha! the chilled at this cafe, dunno wat name, had my dinner there oso. nice place, retro decor, n not as commercialized. i like. after which went down to ice cold beer to meet her fren who juz got ditched. so juz tag along. drank few bottles of beer... then cabbed to little india. an ex sjps colleague opened a cafe there... simple place with comfy sofa. had another beer. went home before midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday was activated by aze to liang court party world in afternoon. the interior there was different from their other branches. loud colours and material. more decorative lightings. but i feel it still looks cheapo. after singing session was the wedding dinner of evan. i was very early. hanged ard for 30 mins before other ex dragonfly elites arrive. surprise of the evening was cordon bleu, courtesy of mick ong. juz enjoy the food n cognac n smoke... have nothing much to talk to them though... but still glad tt we're able to meet up once again after so long. there was mick, eric, chris, candy, jia ying, yuan, &amp;amp; ho say kiat... haha... fun pple tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so basically i'm drinking every night. i tink my liver will malfunction in time to come. but who cares? i'm not the onli one in this world and i'm not the worst. so.. keep drinking lah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheers earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3559681211598650895?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3559681211598650895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3559681211598650895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3559681211598650895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3559681211598650895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/10/weddings.html' title='weddings'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-5870096446736402630</id><published>2008-10-02T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:38:08.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favs rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my current favs... ... one emo shit... one dancey hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9r_5z_gOWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9r_5z_gOWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3RqBqHj9Do&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3RqBqHj9Do&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-5870096446736402630?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/5870096446736402630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=5870096446736402630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5870096446736402630'/><link 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met up the wushu peepz for dinner at lau pat sat, a late one. then it rained. we wanna go ktv. dun care. so... walked in rain while making our way to the mrt station. drenched lor... sian. but determined to sing. reach dhoby ghaut, wanna go paradiz. les drove the gerz there with bin. me gary weng and jiao walked there, with umbrella... ella ella ella. then nbcb the paradiz kbox closed for renovation. got so suay one meh... the decided to  go chinatown party world. les drove the gers. me bin weng and sam walked to find cab. nbcb drenched again. reach chinatown... no room!!! wahhhhh!!!! got so heng mah??????? but they refer us to oriental plaza there... oso party world. walked there again, in the rain again!!! vv pai mia. then at last got a big room for us. got 1 martell, tt's it... time to get high. drink sing drink sing. i sang like shit... but still enjoyed la, coz was damn high liao. went for lung exercise with gary, then realized there's a thai disco pub beside party world. curious. so went to check it out yo. and wow... music was techno... hahaha. got one beer each... sat for a while... saw some hot thai gers... but nothing entertaining lah... so got our ass back to ktv after downing our beer. 1hr before we left, got oueselves another martell. sick... nv sing n got so high before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time to go home. fucking cant get cab. the rest went off first coz diff area. so walked by myselk... trying to halt a cab... but no chance. called cab oso no use... so damn low. walking in the rain alone. haiz... walked from oriental plaza to maxwell market to neil road to everton park to outram park mrt... 1.5 hrs passed... finally able to book a cab. so damn tired... slept on cab... drooled oso... hahaha. reached home at 6.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up at 1pm. make a trip to site to look at some problems. then headed to town to meet damian. objective of the day was to get my new sneakers. walked the whole of orchard road. visited leftfoot at far east, star 360 at wheelock, star 360 at paragon, ltd edt vault at heeren, leftfoot at the cathay, leftfoot at cineleisure, finally went back to star 360 at wheelock. settled on a pair of onitsuka tiger taichi. satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dinner was at the kopi thiam beside allson hotel. had vegetarian prawn, kangkong, and vegetarian curry fish... the curry power lah. shiok. then walked to bellini grande to take a look. met up wif aze at the entrance, he's reporting for work. went in, got a sofa seat, ordered house whites, listened to the live band. juz chillz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mrt back home... tt's another day... work tml again. friday on leave... gonna be brother for ah fat's wedding. hope this weekend will be fun. quite sick of work at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nitez earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-9125750293689122405?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/9125750293689122405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=9125750293689122405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/9125750293689122405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/9125750293689122405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya.html' title='hari raya'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1111904121654180194</id><published>2008-09-18T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:02:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is the theme song... not badz lah. beh pai oh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMf7p6GY-Es&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMf7p6GY-Es&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1802272332958790694</id><published>2008-09-18T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:00:09.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after work juz felt bored. so... decided to watched the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EVAiQlJHXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EVAiQlJHXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to gv at ps, bought tix, go to the cathay for dinner. nothing much to eat there. settled down on starbucks. tried their wrap and my fav java chip. quite nice ah. then stoned and smoked. went to leftfoot to look at sneakers. by the way my onizuka la fencing was stolen. damn the thief, curse tt he'll fall hard and break leg. aniwae... saw this few silver silver sneakers... qite cool. though juz bought a pair of timberland. it long lasting nevertheless, but too old for me when i'm in teez. nv buy la, considering. headed back to ps for my show after checking out the sneakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the days, a local ah beng show. story not badz, but actors sucks. not really beng. nothing compared to 15, my fav ah beng show. i thot adora was chio, fr the poster, but her voice juz turns me off. sound more like tiong kok bu rather than ah lian, but as a slut she acted well. all the actors look rather old in sec sch uniform... 15's more realistic. fav scne was the fight at sch canteen... fierce. cockroach's character is more like the ah beng i've seen... lang jiao bin, lang jiao wei, lang jiao seh, lang jiao tao meng, lang jiao voice, lang jiao beng. seriously dun like the rest of the casting lah. can watch with 7.5 bucks, if pay 10 bucks the pui chao nua liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hia di ga char bor ma sio xiang... will change one... nothing's forever. muz ownself cover ownself ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gotta kun liao... nitez earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1802272332958790694?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1802272332958790694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1802272332958790694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1802272332958790694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241444886841184210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SL1aWq30z9I/AAAAAAAAARE/AHuZqaOMFVY/s400/Picture+79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:::drunkardredfox:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3580404780926971530?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3580404780926971530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3580404780926971530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3580404780926971530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3580404780926971530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-face.html' title='my face'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SL1aWq30z9I/AAAAAAAAARE/AHuZqaOMFVY/s72-c/Picture+79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8424991830793426524</id><published>2008-09-02T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:17:00.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoyoyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yoyoyo!!! ong time nv kao beh here liao. so wat i had been doing... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;national wushu championship 2008 held at toa payoh sports hall. representing hong lim green cc tho we're not fr there. due to some reason tt's too much to explain. so we're actualli the singapore poly alumni bla bla. training was hard. not physically. but time consuming. coz nb work liao haf to go some place train. nb sian one. then sometimes got some cb who tinks he's vv tired n wanna show to us. nb tired dun take part lah! then sometimes got some other cb mouth too big talk too much. but commendable effort of leslie who organized all training sessions and designed the routine. thanks ah! tho i noe u wun read one. we got 4th. but i tink it's great. so long nv train still nv get last. quite power eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next is ahm. nbcb nv train lah. and this yr y got run simi marina barrage, and go thru this undeveloped road... macham route march la. then rain... the padang become home of the mats... i mean mud. then shoe muddy. but then quite fun la. running with damian the peh till ard 16km??? or where ever... the i pangseh... not realli ego... but he went to get 100 plus and we broke contact. lucky this yr we got carry handphone ah. or else i'll be a kuku again sitting by the finishing line waiting for him. after which i went for dim sum buffet with the wushu peeps. wah... eat till bloated la. go face book see photo if u care. haha. run:::eat:::sleep&gt;&gt;&gt;enjoyment!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then there's gatheing of the dragonfly pioneer elites at dragonfly!!! anton cy desmond jess christina... onli managed to get this few. but first time i see my table filled with 6 bottles of liquor/spirit + 1 x martell canon/magnum/tua pao!!! drunk till dunno who open one... then realized it's demond's fren's balance. really macham kopithiam can share table one... but tt's the essence lah. rock nv die, chicken nv fly, welcome to dragonfly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work is somehow manageable, with hiccups here and there, and running between sites. but basically i'm dumped on site for 6 weeks, which will end on 12 sep 2008. 6 weeks of breathing in sawdust, smelling paint, walking in drizzle, photo taking, brain juicing, remote controlled, plain stoning, and mosquito feeding. great experience. the most powerz thingy of all is to deal with pple fr the embassy. some embassy lah... dun wan tell u leh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lastly, enjoy chilling wif dear dear at home... i noe she's bored to juz see me sleep... haha. but tired ah. then oso got movies, and jalan to the sg flyer, nv sit lah, but i nv knew there's a mall at the flyer station. and tt nite there's a harley davison event... and i saw the whole carpark parked with harley davidsons... different models, well polished, damn orgasmic. it really an phwah!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok lah... time to go. my blog nv update oso can go facebook see mah... got photos one leh. k lah... go kun liao!!! ciaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8424991830793426524?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8424991830793426524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8424991830793426524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8424991830793426524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8424991830793426524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/09/yoyoyo.html' title='yoyoyo'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1375566224706816729</id><published>2008-07-08T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:20:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories at RDI</title><content type='html'>though it sucks, but it's school afterall... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeCsAprsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lavKL-8CrAA/s1600-h/drunkards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220338318342467266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeCsAprsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lavKL-8CrAA/s400/drunkards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeC-18rZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0RYus-S86W4/s1600-h/matt+me+derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220338323397848466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeC-18rZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0RYus-S86W4/s400/matt+me+derek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeC-2AGWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-BJQbqxwFQU/s1600-h/CLASS+PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220338323398072674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeC-2AGWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-BJQbqxwFQU/s400/CLASS+PIC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeDNA5fgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ylIx4Q9gzdI/s1600-h/heads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220338327201873410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeDNA5fgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ylIx4Q9gzdI/s400/heads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeDbsJ-sI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DI5ymxMkfwE/s1600-h/noir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220338331141405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeDbsJ-sI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DI5ymxMkfwE/s400/noir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;memories @ RDI... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1375566224706816729?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1375566224706816729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1375566224706816729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1375566224706816729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1375566224706816729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-at-rdi.html' title='memories at RDI'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SHJeCsAprsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lavKL-8CrAA/s72-c/drunkards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-101910307689936613</id><published>2008-06-29T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:15:49.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it feels gd to haf no sch assignment deadlines lingering in my cerebrum. no more fear of pesenting of my design concepts, sketches, plans, 3d renders to assoc prof louis albert dube. tho fearful, but he's being a fatherly figure through our lives in raffles design institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't feel like the last day of sch as back in the secondary and poly days. everything was in a rush. and when u realized it, u juz submitted the final report and the next thing is to get the hell out of the sch. it is not a great school afterall. but what i like are the friends i met there, and i'm proud of being in a campus where there's a smoking corner in the sch premises!!! where to find??? but campus life is all history now. both feet in reality now. gd luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;post assignment submission activity was ktv. it's juz plain stress reliever for me... think it's the same for the rest too. think tt might b the first n last time i get to gather with the class... or say most of the class... haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thurs was the submission, fri i had the sudden urge to clean up my room, to throw away or put away everything that reminds me of sch... out of sight!!! and evening i went down SP for some wushu action. the alumni's planning for a group routine for the coming nationals. wondering if i haf the time to commit myself, i finished sch, but i did not quit my job. ponder ponder ponder... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat was half day work... and then meeting up wif the dearest n we head home to slp... so tired... zzzzzz. woke up for dinner, and then watch 超级星光大道第三季 on youtube. huang jing lun got into top 5... muahaha! sg's pride ba. n my fav lin xin yi oso... so exciting. after which we cont with guess show on channel 8. uz chill man... been so long tt i can enjoy tv wif no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday was sentosa!!! return to island life!!! sand, sun, sea, volleyball!!! woohoo~~~ had an action packed sunday afternoon wif yh n gf, and the dearest. we washed up at cafe del mar, where we each had a drink too... but the shower wasn't packed... so quite worth it lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went vivo after that. and ended up buying some tees and a board short tt was on sale at topman... dearest oso bought a top on sale... gss quite helpful afterall... muahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now is time to get ready for work again. full-time, 9-6, clients and contractors, drawings and 3ds... all waiting for me. what ever has to come will come... it's how we choose to handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-101910307689936613?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/101910307689936613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=101910307689936613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/101910307689936613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/101910307689936613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-good.html' title='i feel good'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-7864653481993787033</id><published>2008-06-23T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:28:36.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dun understand y some pple are so eager to get out of the train and can try all means to squeeze their way thru between u n someone else but end up walking slowly in front of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if u can walk fast enuff, stay behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel the society made me grumpier everyday... seeing human beings who thinks they r educated, behaving in uncivilized manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i admit my uncivilized behaviours: dripping sweat on human beings leaning on the poles on train; stepping on the feet of human beings sitting on train n stretching their legs out when the train is crowded; bumping my way out of the train, intentionally knocking onto human beings who thinks it'll save them time if they enter the train before fellow human beings alight; kicking human beings sitting by the doorway of trains; squeezing by human beings standing on the right side of the escalator. i'm just waiting for the day when one of these human beings comment on my uncivilised behaviour, so that i can tell them how civilized thay are... loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheeberlyze human beings... ... haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-7864653481993787033?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7864653481993787033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=7864653481993787033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7864653481993787033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7864653481993787033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/06/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-2484392160647032657</id><published>2008-06-23T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:10:19.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much has happened... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my workplace is now in liang seah street, behind bugis junction. not that i change to another company, same company but juz a change in location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation exhibition was over. held at the national library over the last 4 days. all the rush from last monday to wednesday was not realli worth it afterall. dun really feel proud of this exhibition, it is afterall a "show" done for the sch to promote their name. so was the graduation ceremony. when did u ever see students graduate before submitting their final projects? a priviledge? i perceive it as a false facade put up by the school to market their brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm back to finishing up my stuffs in order to graduate the genuine way. but am seriously in no mood to work. the passion was being turned off by the fake graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to the day i can stop worrying about how much more work i need to do in order to pass the course requirements. examinations may be dreaful for the majority, but when doing projects that have litmitless requirements, 100% seems impossible. i just want a 50%. i juz want that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a class 2b license waits after the bachelor's degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2484392160647032657?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-914926517047242549</id><published>2008-06-20T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:19:14.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 335px; height: 277px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/personality_landscape.swf" FlashVars="clickstream=28bf9fcb4c7e71577f1d02b823982a36" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="242" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/feedback/28bf9fcb4c7e71577f1d02b823982a36" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/readMyProfileLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="147" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/youniverseLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="183" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-914926517047242549?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/914926517047242549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=914926517047242549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/914926517047242549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpewOe83X7k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpewOe83X7k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2621394532855349248?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2621394532855349248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2621394532855349248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2621394532855349248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2621394532855349248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/05/xiang-geng-dong-ni.html' title='xiang geng dong ni'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-5810546732249068854</id><published>2008-05-17T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:26:32.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xing guang 3</title><content type='html'>my fav contestant in xing guang san... damn power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMMlrZR-GFM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMMlrZR-GFM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59-Nor0qsHk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59-Nor0qsHk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3ofrW9GDvI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3ofrW9GDvI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-5810546732249068854?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/5810546732249068854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=5810546732249068854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5810546732249068854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5810546732249068854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/05/xing-guang-3.html' title='xing guang 3'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-2811377523164530264</id><published>2008-05-16T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:02:24.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've learnt a lesson today, assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups. all of you out there might haf heard of this from someone somewhere sometime in ur life, so do i. but the advice was not heeded until the lesson was learnt. i made some assumptions and was screwed from all directions, and the chain reaction is expected to go on. damn. may it be over confidence, negligiance, carelessness, complacency, or what ever else that makes me took the risk of assuming, there's no point finding out the reason of why i assumed. the moral of the lesson is not to assume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson wasn't learnt until i really feel being fucked upside down, not literally though, but mentally and emotionally. luckily i'm not an emo ass. when the sky falls, i often use it as a blanket. but this blanket that i had was real heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask ask ask... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2811377523164530264?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2811377523164530264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2811377523164530264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2811377523164530264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2811377523164530264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/05/assumption.html' title='assumption'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6289465376058948763</id><published>2008-05-02T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:29:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blading wif aze &amp; zack</title><content type='html'>went to blade!!! dun wanna talk more lah... see pics urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKibBeQOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WtzOOKrEONc/s1600-h/2456403685_3a393f4cc0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195476706611052770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKibBeQOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WtzOOKrEONc/s400/2456403685_3a393f4cc0_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we - aze:::zack:::me...... and a ang moh kid who juz happen to walk by... lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKi7BeQPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cG8pt6zRZe4/s1600-h/2457221218_5f6ec3fb89_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195476715200987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKi7BeQPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cG8pt6zRZe4/s400/2457221218_5f6ec3fb89_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dinner - 2 x nasi lemak ::: 1 x grass jelly ::: 1 x red tea longan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKi7BeQQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VjknlxnV8hg/s1600-h/2457220386_08fa067f53_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195476715200987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKi7BeQQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VjknlxnV8hg/s400/2457220386_08fa067f53_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zack's dinner - 1 x char kway teow ::: 1 x grass jelly ::: 1 x pock chop &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKjLBeQRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pDizWB-43iw/s1600-h/2457219500_c96ef6fce9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195476719495954706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKjLBeQRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pDizWB-43iw/s400/2457219500_c96ef6fce9_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aze's dinner - 1 x sugar cane ::: 1 x chicken rice ::: 1 x nasi lemak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKjrBeQSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gToNQZf_PaM/s1600-h/chilling+at+changi+jetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195476728085889314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKjrBeQSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gToNQZf_PaM/s400/chilling+at+changi+jetty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finale - chilling @ changi jetty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy, coz i skated, and also dear dear n i r happy tgt again... hehehe... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6289465376058948763?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6289465376058948763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6289465376058948763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6289465376058948763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6289465376058948763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/05/blading-wif-aze-zack.html' title='blading wif aze &amp; zack'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBoKibBeQOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/WtzOOKrEONc/s72-c/2456403685_3a393f4cc0_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3986897392654085177</id><published>2008-04-27T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:11:00.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBN-ALBeQMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7jnkg0JPH4Y/s1600-h/CREATIONS+-+NEW+FRIENDS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633336712380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBN-ALBeQMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7jnkg0JPH4Y/s400/CREATIONS+-+NEW+FRIENDS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo peeps... i'm not dead... juz partied less. tink it's a symptom for getting old, a phenomenon due to the low energy level in our bloodstreams. times seems less exciting than the past. remembered how i used to look forward eagerly to every clubbing sessions, getting dressed and travelling in mrt at 10pm to orchard on a wed nite, and exited to orchard boulevard and took bus 16 or 195, i never remembered the bus number, where i'll alight at kim seng road with the majority of the passengers, walk in jiak kim street, and into the zouk, where the legendary mambo jambo originated. sat nites will have me ending up along mohd sultan road, in this club call dbl o. the itenerary was drink less dance more. now it has evolved to drink more dance less. i never knew that can ever happen to me. martell had become one of my good frenz. dancing became less of a need, as the attention grabbing urge is almost non-existence. i juz wan a world of my own, wif my best pals. that the evolution of the nightlife experience and perception.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i remembered seeing david belle's video on the internet 4 yrs ago. the first time i saw some one jumped from roof to roof. roof of buildings over 20 metres off the ground, and roofs more than 10 metres apart, i guessed... amazing. that was parkour. 4 yrs later, i'm still amazed. the way these free runners flow through the urbanscape with fluidity and grace, portraying rebellion against urbanization, expressing the unwillingness of being conformed by urban designs and planning, transfering their bodies from structures to structures with the aid of their limbs, used in every creative methods one can tink of. art or sport? i see energy, precesion, endurance, discpline, creativity, and humour at times. and courage. the courage to jump beyond ordinary limits, the courage to scale heights, the courage of expressing oneself, and the courage of receiving applauding and disapproving stares. le parkour: vous osez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school and work has become a part of life. i prefer work. or should i say, work makes more sense. u see shit roll into bigger shit when u made some mistake. shit dun roll in school, shit juz come one after another in school, irregardless u done the right thing or not. when i start to count, i realized i'm already in pspl for a yr! at the same time i'm graduating in abt 2 mths time (provided i dun screw up). i wonder how did i work and study through this 1 year. i'm realli happy juz to pass my modules, distinction or even merits are gifts by santa when by any chance santa makes a mistake. i do look forward to the graduation day, not coz i'm getting my cert, but coz it's an opportunity to wear nice nice... muahahaha~! the 2nd and last reason tt i look forward to graduation is that i can finally resume my full time position, receiving a proper salary, and no more worrying about running out of ammunition for living the nights, retail therapy, and of course filling my stomach everyday, and quite a few times though. so... juz let me get my degree this june. pray for me and i will treat u good if i noe who u r... muahahahahaha~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last thing i'm ranting bout is sleep. i feel i do not have enuff sleep. but when i do the math... it seems enuff. i nv fail my math in sch, so maybe i failed to sleep. how i wish i can sleep a good god damn 24 hrs. which i tink can help me to fulfil my desire to sleep. some say we will sleep and never wake up when we die, so slep less. i say sleep when ever u can, so tt u can experience more "wake-ups" before u never get to wake up. time to sleep... good nite earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633345302315218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBN-ArBeQNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ekILj2zoW4A/s400/CREATIONS+-+PRICELESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3986897392654085177?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3986897392654085177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3986897392654085177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3986897392654085177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3986897392654085177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/04/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/SBN-ALBeQMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7jnkg0JPH4Y/s72-c/CREATIONS+-+NEW+FRIENDS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6182100870882813035</id><published>2008-03-31T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:41:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicw weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's being a long time since i had a wonderful weekend. no need to worry about sch work, and able to haf fun... feel so satisfied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday was tiring... full day of work, meet dear dear for dinner, went home, watched the channel 8 drama at 9pm, and i concussed at 10pm. slept so soundly... one of my best sleep... zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i was awaken by a nightmare... forgotten wat was it about, and seconds later the phone rang, it was dear dear! so coincidental. she called to say tt she's home from dbl o safely. and after tt i could not sleep liao. so i went online... anyhow anyhow surf... and it was 7am!!! i still dun feel like sleeping. i sms dear dear for breakfast and she agreed. so went mac for breakfast. soooooo long nv eat breakfast at mac le. feel so good to haf breakfast at mac on a saturday morning wif the dear dear.... hahaha. happy. then we went home. mama say wanna go pray pray, so the whole family went out, leaving dear dear to catch up on her sleep. when i got home, i felt sleepy, so slept... all the way till 2pm... shiok ah!!! hahaha!!! 2pm... nua around till 6pm... go for a run... do some workout... feel so fresh... hahaha!!! then nite time was party time!!! went dbl o w dear dear and got to catch up with larry the lau and ade. retro retro retro... long time nv retro... power power. then head down to dragonfly at 1am... wah... like run getai lor! went there drink drink drink... hahaha... so high... but nv puke ok. left ard 4am... slept at 5 am... woke up 12nn sunday!!! then lunch wif dear dear. after tt headed to tampines n met up wif aze... blading time!!! we cab down to ecp n bladed. this time blade damn long lah!!! from mac to fort road back to mac then to the hawker then further down to nsrcc... super far lah!!! i got so tired tt i requested to rest... so we rested at some breakwater there... relac relac relac... then hungry liao. headed to hawker and eat!!! drink a lot of water.... bloated. then we cabbed home... i really enjoyed the cab ride... juz nua only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm physically tired... which i prefer to mental stress. shag out... now time to slp... hahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel so happy this weekend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some pics:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183588594073162226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R-_OXMt_UfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tJiGN3ZYC_A/s400/DSCN3278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::mirage:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183588606958064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R-_OX8t_UgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/X9kAIHWmVeE/s400/DSCN3280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::claymore on grass:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183588619842966034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R-_OYst_UhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PUcfNM_pJLY/s400/DSCN3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::claymore on the rocks:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183588632727867938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R-_OZct_UiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WUBLSBMwlv4/s400/DSCN3281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::up there:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183588637022835250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R-_OZst_UjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/f5EPOpB0wp0/s400/DSCN3286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::happy me:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6182100870882813035?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6182100870882813035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6182100870882813035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6182100870882813035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6182100870882813035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/03/nicw-weekend.html' title='nicw weekend'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R-_OXMt_UfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tJiGN3ZYC_A/s72-c/DSCN3278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8892346014041296095</id><published>2008-03-16T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:39:55.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;studying and working at the same time ain't easy... especially when this part-time vocation commits like a full-time workaholic. fortunately i have an understanding boss. not to say he's lenient, i get scoldings at times too. but he does give me the flexibility in time to focus on school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on school's side, i'm graduating this coming june!!! that's rovided everything goes smoothly. should be working on my research right now... but i just feel like idling around, spending some time for myself. it's been a long time when i can relax on my bed and listen to the radio, and blogging. i was commented to be "lazy" in my previous assignment grade sheet. i admit i'm being lazy, who doesn't wanna be lazy? most of my classmates are... maybe it's just that i really can't afford to, with my time divided among so many things. hope i can gather my momentum and passion for school work soon... hopefully real soon... no time no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but luckily amongst all this busy-ness, i have someone whom i can talk to and understand my state of tiredness. thanks to my dear-cute-goongoon-martell-princess. hahaha... so not-myself to call her that here. thanks for the love and all the effort for been so understanding to my busy schedules. i noe u'll be reading, dear. love u qi... hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;back in my poly days, i always look forward to my wushu training sessions when ever i feel so loaded with sch work. it's where i can release all my frustrations physically, and letting all frustrations transform into well-coordinated-forceful-&amp;amp;-gracefull motions. and a great sense of satisfaction when u achieved that seemingly not so possible act. i managed to relive that last friday again. practiced the whole of the competitive routine, leaving me with aches all over my body, but i love this feel. the feel of physically done something. not forgetting the prata session after that, and a good chat with the good'o friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ouch... hamstrings pain pain, thighs pain pain, abs pain pain, deltoids pain pain... ooh... needa rest man. sunday's ending and ime to work again. may we work till the day we die in piece. yes one piece. just be grateful to die in one piece. some can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;world piss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8892346014041296095?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8892346014041296095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8892346014041296095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8892346014041296095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8892346014041296095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-breather.html' title='take a breather'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8278918792969472114</id><published>2008-03-12T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:08:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fyi, new e-mail account juz formality's sake: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:qhleon@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;qhleon@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8278918792969472114?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8278918792969472114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8278918792969472114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8278918792969472114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8278918792969472114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-mail.html' title='new mail'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8074538465703970073</id><published>2008-02-16T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:14:33.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumpiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time to get grumpy... things that singaporeans do that makes me wanna slap them in public... bloody singaporeans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. allow passengers to alight first before boarding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why cant u people wait for passengers to alight first before barging into the already-packed-like-canned-sardines mrt? the authorities already draw 2 fucking big yellow lines with 2 na-beh big arrows... if ur commons sense doesn't tell u to give way first, then follow the fucking arrows or juz fucking see what other pple are doing and do some self reflections on yourself! nbcb... my solution is to purposely bang into these brainless obstacles when alighting the mrt, no matter how much space i have ard me to avoid them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. stand on the left side of the escalator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if u wanna stand on the right side, u bloody hell move ur legs and manouvre up the escalator manually! and if u r still wondering why, because there r people behind ur damn ass who really wanna move up tt escalator urgently and because of u not moving ur swollen-with-fats legs, many people will be affected! i feel like shouting to the fucking dummy who stood like 10 persons in front of me on the right side of the escalator when i am in a rush: lazy then stand on the left lah! nbccb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. move to the centre of the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;middle of every mrt carriage got ghost meh!!!??? nbcb... i noe some are alighting 1 or 2 stops after boarding, so standing by the door is still reasonable. but some born-with-brains-on-ass people just stood by the door, from yishun to city hall, and upon seeing the mrt filing up with their own bloody eyes, they still lan lan dun wan move to the centre of the car. what the fuck u all thinking!!! cant u all be more considerate? dun cause inconvenience to many many many people just for the sake of u 1 single pathetic soul's convenience! fucking cb.......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. playing music loudly from mobile phones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if u r aspiring to be a dj, go get a turntable and practice in ur own fucking room! if u wanna share ur music with people, make sure ur music is the latest and is nice, if not then we dun need to noe u r an outdated person without taste! if u r so poor that u cant afford a earphone for ur mobile phone, then sell tt fucking phone! if u r juz trying to attract attention, strip off ur clothes then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. leaning on pole on the mrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the poles in the mrt are for commuters to grab on in order to stabilize themselves. when u fucking lean on the pole, u r depriving many others to hold it! and ur mother gave birth to u with backbones! if u think u have special affnity with poles, go install one at home and sell that bed of urs! i was given sweaty palms to drip on these people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. sitting by the mrt door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's ok if the train is considerably empty. if not... r u that fucking weak that ur legs will slowly crumple to bits and pieces if u dun rest them for an hour? by sitting down u r occupying more space. only fat and handicap people have the right to occupy more space. i prefer to ignore commuters sitting on floor n kick or step on them... coz they already have no self respect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. stretching out ur legs while sitting down and the train is packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there's only one message: "step on my legs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's all for now... fed up ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8074538465703970073?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8074538465703970073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8074538465703970073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8074538465703970073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8074538465703970073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/02/grumpiness.html' title='grumpiness'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-2724113251629838307</id><published>2008-02-03T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:43:07.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i shud b slping... cant slp... mind rumbling wif randoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last nite went dbl o. cant remember when's e last time i danced to retro. feels gd to dance... but can feel tt my physique aint e same as b4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;few wks ago went to df. feels gd seeing my ex colleagues. but again feels awkward to dance there, weird feeling when u noe tt pple u noe r watching u havoc but they r working. miss those days working at df... working n getting drunk n dancing... haha. but nite life can last long. e experience is gd enuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work tempo has gone down. had been staying in ofis n finishing up some admin dwgs. still no news of new proj coming up. new yr's rd e corner, no one's working. so we can oso take a small break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sch was fine. preparing for a thesis. sounds scary. how to write 10k of words? nbcb. i intended to do something about nitelife!!! so interesting n is my passion, but i tink nite life's too perfect... nothing much to develop. so gotta do something i'm not so passionate about but will psycho my self to love it for the time being. so does a hotel promoting local culture attract u? i dun care if it doesnt, i make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went shopping!!! hahaha... a great excuse to splurge on clothes is chinese new yr!!! muahahaha!!! levi's copper straight fit, tapered like mat-yo-yo sial, but i quite like it, coz it'll go along w/ my new onizuka tiger fencing series, n anyhow anyhow bought a long sleeve from bods. quite satisfied. maybe club less lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually clubbing activties had died down. had been spending nites w/ dear dear at home. watch tv, laze ard, drink beer, drink vodka, talk cock. life wif her was good... haha. we can talk bout anything. we quarreled too... and tt's gd i tink. rather than compromising until eruption occurs one fine day. frequent leaks r better than one time pipe burst. communication n trust r important besides being lovey-dovey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162591625306213026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R6U1uwrIiqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SAg-N-jrvJI/s400/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love u~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2724113251629838307?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2724113251629838307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2724113251629838307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2724113251629838307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2724113251629838307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2008/02/randoms.html' title='randoms'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R6U1uwrIiqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SAg-N-jrvJI/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8310786003765617689</id><published>2007-12-27T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:03:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;merry christmas everyone!!! tho i not halelujah... but oso can celebrate mah... lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had not been bitching for quite some time... coz busy wif work, sch, n my dearest... muahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tink i'm fearing tt i might re take a cmodule... of coz i pray it wun happen... dun fail dun fail dun fail... juz pass juz pass juz pass... om~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next is work!!! knn... kept kena screwed... not by boss... but client. this client damn kiang... nb... simi dai ji ma si ai huan loh... nb... mai kong wey eh si eh... nb... na si jit kor client buay kong wey, long zhong eh sai tio tau pio liao.. nb... pui! wa lan jin stressed zai boh... haiz... du tio jit kuang eh cliet si pai mia suay siao ah... nb. lan suay tio si suay... supplier ma play u out. delivery date delay ma si wa lan kena kang... nb! ok ok... gao liao... mai kao beh an ni zuay liao... christmas ai happy mah... hock kee hock kee... huat ah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so x'mas go where happy leh? i-rumours!!! muahaha!!! damn canto... si beh techno ah~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tink it's my happiest nite clubbing with a buch of good friends, my beloved, lots of martell, powerful music, and a great festive atmosphere!!! i always thot silent nites should be realli peaceful... but... this yr we play till the dawn n puked till my stomach cramp. long time nv puke liao. terrible physically, but damn happi spiritually... muahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feast ur eyes dudes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339945988677106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R3KT51-b3fI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DwPYMxgXzso/s400/2134251335_6665e51e36_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the gang: ah fat, me, fufu, black, jj... (clockwise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339976053448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R3KT7l-b3gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JfD6nSt4S0Q/s400/2134258723_e756f2d9d3_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest + fake santa + lulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339988938350098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R3KT8V-b3hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vMstLxXEOus/s400/2135019798_f116e4acff_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;guest appearance: shide!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339988938350114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R3KT8V-b3iI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-UeuZAciRcE/s400/2135059198_fa5dd85832_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;additionals to the gang: mystery ger &amp;amp; uncle john!!! (he damn happening ok!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339997528284722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R3KT81-b3jI/AAAAAAAAAOs/a-eWkX-C5mY/s400/2134245743_c1a33d2da2_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;smooches~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8310786003765617689?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8310786003765617689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8310786003765617689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8310786003765617689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8310786003765617689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas.html' title='x&apos;mas!!!'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/R3KT51-b3fI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DwPYMxgXzso/s72-c/2134251335_6665e51e36_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6264109510517057012</id><published>2007-12-04T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T02:29:33.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standard chartered singapore marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scsm 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>42.195km</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scsm 07... the same 42.195km as 06... but more shagness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this yr i didn't train much... so it naturally leads to disapointment... the journey was in phases:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phase 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flag off! so excited, wanna pee... peed by the bushes wif the peh. btw everyone peed army style lah. after the pee i can still haf peh peh running alongside. he was running everywhere to peep at other pple's reason to run. the 2 of us were so ill prepared t we oso nv wrote our reasons. i had hm wif me until duno where... i abandoned him again!!! but this time at least got 10km ba... lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phase 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here begins the lone battle. my ego was building, but my muscles were tearing. it's being a long time since i feel the meaning of 'gruelsome'. i started to haf the idea to walk... so i stopped to stroll for a short distance along ecp before jogging again. little did i noe my muscles disobeyed me after tt little rest. after 21km i started to haf cramps. my quads were rock solid... every step was pain. it was after the u-turn point at ecp tt i pulled over by the grass patch to stretch. i'm not the onli one experiencing the tightness in the thighs. many others were stretching n stopping to walk. after my stretch, i wanna start jogging, but i realized my muscle gave way. they gave up on me... the first time i feel my physical limits. i was quite... ... sad... disappointed... tt i can make it in 4.30. walked, jogged, cramped, stretched... the cycle continues for about 4 to 5 times... and i gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phase 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as i gave up, i met han wei. my primary sch buddy. long time nv see him. he oso shag. we walked. we talked. then we wanna start jogging, but i knew i cant. the quads were still concussed. i asked him to move on without me, he did, i'm ok... carried on walking, low morale. i walked out of ecp... onto the tar roads. i walk n walk n walk n walk... then i think this cant go on till the finish line. so i started my engines again, ignoring my quads' complains, i puched on. i noe i was torturing my dear quads, for a moment i'm like a tyrant over them. every step i took was real pain in the thighs. i juz ignored. and then... miracle happened! my quads woke up! and they brought me forward. but still i was already shag out... fucking shag. i was at kallang baisin area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phase 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the painful run begins. everyone was walking... i was panting. i noe my heart could take it, but not my legs. but again... my mind could. it's a real mind game. psychoing my feet, my ankle, my calf, my knees, my thighs, my hamstring, my hips and my butt to endure the pain till i cross the finishing line. i saw 39km... 3km to go! it's juz a bit more than a 2.4km run i told myself. it's the distance of a normal run i do! so i shud do it! i ran n ran n ran n ran... i caught up wif han wei... but i didn't stop. not coz he didnt't waited for me, it's coz if i stopped, my quads might sleep again. i managed to keep my lower limbs in sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phase 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was at the esplanade... 2km to finish line... walking is not an option. it'll b a shame to walk when i've struggled for the past 40km n now i'm so near to the finishing line. i feel the runner's high. the state of mind tt martell and viceroy cant gif. only by running. i picked up my speed. i was entering the stretch in front of the good old supreme court, i was ecstatic... fucking high. all i wanna do is drained out all my body's potential energy and get them converted into kinetic energy. wat's better? a finisher-to-be from the wheelchair category entered the stretch wif me... i was juz fucking high... i raced with him! he was fast on wheels... but i made him my pacer. he pushed his wheels while i took my strides. he rolled forward while i strided forward. he strained his arms while i did the same thing to my legs. and then we passed the finishing line... almost together. i saw 5:21 on the official timer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my latisimus dorsi cramped big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42.195km... i did it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was sad tt i did not hit 4:30. i knew my lungs were stronger than my legs. i cant take the fact that ladies can run faster than guys! i cant swallow it when a fat uncle can overtake me!!! i'm shagged to the extent of mistaking 100 plus as water n poured them happily over my head... (muz haf amused the runners beside me) but i'm happy that i met my limits, and tried going beyond it. i deserved the 5:21 for not trianing hard enuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scsm 2008... here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6264109510517057012?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6264109510517057012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6264109510517057012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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paiseh ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;number 1 update: i'm attached! ok... to hose who say i nv announce... i announced it everywhere!!! friendster, facebook, msn... wat else u wan? sms to every one? think everyone cares? hmmm... nvm... nothing serious here... muahaaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;number 2 update: i'm fucking busy. wif work wif studies wif wat ever that comes by. hmmm... had been working till vv late for the past dew weeks... so sick of it... dunno since when i had not watch the 7pm drama on channel 8 liao. sianz~~~ and oso vv few nights i get the luxurious 8 hrs of sleep... zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;number 3 update: i'm not working in dec. which implies that - i can catch up wif my good old frenz... like meff n aze, my poly clique, go for wushu trainings, and concentrate on my sch assignments. and, it also implies that, i'm gonna live on grass and wind for the mth of jan. gd luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;number 4 update: i haven trained enuff for marathon!!! but i'm still convinced i can complete in 4hrs 30min. cheer for me!!! hooray!!! diaoz~~~ n the following week is zoukout 07!!! dance till i drop... but i haven pay for the tix... muahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lastly: i'm in class rite now wif someone presenting her report in front of the class and which i think is a waste of time as i could haf used this time to do my design studio work at home... damn! tonight is another beautiful sleeless night... peace... or pissed~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-500636184595436174?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/500636184595436174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=500636184595436174' title='0 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;a picture says a thousand words... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;for ur own interpretation... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131628965587438306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rzc1WwzxyuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ek-Qd3FIem0/s400/sweet+lala+love+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8028814320077639877?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8028814320077639877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8028814320077639877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8028814320077639877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8028814320077639877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-la-la-love.html' title='sweet la la love'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rzc1WwzxyuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ek-Qd3FIem0/s72-c/sweet+lala+love+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-251062513684537681</id><published>2007-10-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:55:21.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what can u do at nite in singapore? the no. 1 thing i can tink of is clubbing!!! woohoo!!! but a bit tired of clubbing, quite fierce on the wallet oso. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something call shisha. smoke w/ a twist of flavour. went shisha-ing at arab street last week. the place was vv cosy w/ middle east kinda decor. but doesn't matter tt much, coz oso dark dark one. very the chillz lah... muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is oso karaoke... not very new thing, but one of the best way to destress. i normally shout instead of sing... muahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is geylang! not prostitution... tho they can be gd eye candy... lol!!! but eating durian there is a new experience... maybe to me lah. eat durian not enuff... go eat some more nice food like beef hor fun, frog porrridge n you tiao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is oso a nice chill out place call 'villa bali'... chillz tiu introed by luwen. located at lock road. open space concept. bali style w/ nice rnb musik. juz chillz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... still... clubbing is the best... muahahaha!!! intend to go back df on fri nite... but sadly kena chased out by my ex-a.m. so sua tiu go meet jj n luwen. plan to go clarke quay to chill... but decided to go explore i-rumours. went in at 10.30pm. the club was playing mando pop tunes throught the ktv system. we got ourselves beer. quite relaxed. then the first live set started. it's good. nice vocals, pretty singers, sexy dancers. and their martell is cheap. the next ho tiu... woohoo~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-251062513684537681?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/251062513684537681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=251062513684537681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/251062513684537681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/251062513684537681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-life.html' title='night life'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-7352434250143697336</id><published>2007-09-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:00:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm not dead... woohoo~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but was suffering last week. working on my submission boards and report... no day no nite no sleep no fun. no life. after many days... or nites... of less sleep... managed to produce some colourful boards. not so nice to see... with insufficient contents. hope can pass can liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this week intend to rest. but didn't realli rest. went mos last nite. long time nv gather wif black, monk and jj. drank quite a lot. even last week when working for submission oso drink. juz drink. drink. drank. drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;many things happened since i last blogged. dun realli bother to recall them. all i can recall is doing work, sch work, work, sch work. worth it? juz 1 more yr to go... if everything goes smoothly... if... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this mth quite broke, besides getting drunk, i oso got a new hp and got lappy upgraded to 1.5mb ram. if not i cant do photoshop smoothly. and oso this mth income dropped alot. next mth eat grass eat air eat saliva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no time no time no time no time... wanna run wanna prac wushu wanna shop wanna party wanna go for tour wanna sing ktv wanna blog wanna sleep... gotta work gotta study gotta do project... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;put yourself thru suffering and u'll appreciate the norm... live in the norm and keep lusting for luxuries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-7352434250143697336?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7352434250143697336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=7352434250143697336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7352434250143697336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7352434250143697336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/09/hols.html' title='hols'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-9064472100532233824</id><published>2007-09-02T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:57:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo ah yo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i finally caught 881 before it came off the screens... swee oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's an eye opener for pple who noe nuts bout getai in singapore. and as a singaporean, it's a shame if we dunno of such culture. pple always say there's no culture in singapore... i feel tt this is one of them. so singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;royston tan nv fail to bring out the beng-ish and lian-ess in his films. for those who watch 15 should noe. it's truth tt he's telling. broadcasting the real singapore to the world. and i'm surprised that the 881 crew performed in the nyc sg day gig... steeeeam~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there r some lame scenes tt i realli buay tahan lah... but besides fun and laughter, there's oso time to get emo. especially the last bit. sad sial. even the selling of the chicken seem so sad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i realli dun mind watching it another time on the big screen... it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;local production muz support ok... huat ah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ForZY9Zj5gQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ForZY9Zj5gQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the main theme: 'ji lang ji pua'/'yi ren yi ban' (one person one half)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/170E3yB6U9o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/170E3yB6U9o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the original vocals behind the papaya sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-9064472100532233824?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/9064472100532233824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=9064472100532233824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/9064472100532233824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/9064472100532233824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo-ah-yo.html' title='yo ah yo!!!'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6410371569888357186</id><published>2007-09-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:24:48.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here i am reporting from 15b blair road... a.k.a. project solutions pte ltd (pspl) office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gonna back date on my life reports. maybe starting from last week... when i ran 21km...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat nite i couldn't get the sleep i wanted. i planned to sleep from 8pm to 3am, but i was awaken at 10pm, and i couldn't return to lalaland. picked up my hp, saw a few msgs. there were jj and sunnymonk... wow... monk... long time no see liao. so arranged for a meet up. monk drove. the 2 of us got supper at jln kayu. so that was a bit of carbo loading before the race. after which we picked jj up and headed to the dam. lots of nice cars there... and bikes too!!! we juz chilled one corner... talked... then monk sent us home. it was 2.30am when i reach home. i got a 45 min shut eye before meeting damian the peh. we cabbed down to esplanade, and wandered ard like lost sheep looking for the baggage counter. did some warm up before the flag off timing. i some how feel unprepared for this race... unlike last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;race started, i intended to pace damian till 5km mark... but i couldn't help but abandoned him at 2km mark. it's an ego thing. i started weaving through the endless number of runners in front of me. i coughed as i run. it an unrecovered cold, with thick phlagm within me. but with the ego thing, i cant stop. i did stop though... to drink and eat banana. i could have completed the race with less strain, if my ego had not tag along. it shot through my head a few time during the race when i see lady runners running in front of me. it's the ego thing. but i have to salute these ladies. they proved to me that i did not have adequate training. i cant let this happen again in scsm. and because of these god speed ladies, i managed to push myself to complete the race below 2hrs. it shows 1.56 on my watch, and i was too shag to see the official timing. shall wait for the official certificate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;queued up to collect my baggage after the race. it was a pissing experience. pissed off with the way the baggage collection was organized. i cant understand why the collection for scsm was faster the this small scale sbr... it juz show a lot bout the organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the beautiful sunday muz be completed with a tan at sentosa. so the peh n i headed down to harbour front and linked up with ying fu. it was a sunny sunday, had some games... but maybe coz of lack in sleep, i got irritated when i see us not playing tt well. really hope i can play with serious players. not as in no smiling throughout the game, but in game play ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ended the day quite early, reached home ard 6. and suddenly my mind was thinking of all the assignments that's gonna due the following week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so... for the past week... i earned myself 2 sleepless nites... how happy. how i wish i could only study or only work and have the rest of my time to do something i like for example running wushu shopping clubbing. haiz~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it's the ego thing again. i wun give up... at least not completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm now a part time jr dgner/ full time student. hope it'll make my life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6410371569888357186?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6410371569888357186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6410371569888357186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6410371569888357186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6410371569888357186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/09/office-again.html' title='office again...'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1311743398441638856</id><published>2007-08-25T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:03:55.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in office rite now... first time blogging in office. no mood to work. thinking of all my sch work juz stress me out. sch work seems so meaningless when u have actual work. though i like the learning process, but not producing the end product, so impractical... but wat to do... as long as we live on this small powerful island, most of us commoners need some paper that says we are educated, qualified and competent, and therefore we can be employed by someone who might not even have those papers. how strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haven't been blogging for quite some time, i'm happy tt there r friends who read my life and is looking forward for updates... thanks dudes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a few reasons for not updating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. look at my schedule...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mondays work/study 9am-6pm, tuesdays study/work 10am-8pm, wednesdays study 10am-6pm, thursdays work 9am-8pm, fridays work 9am-8pm, saturday work 8.30am-1.30pm. it's not samsung, it's really quite hard to imagine when u r not in the programme. there r more intangible energt draining events happening in between those hours... or even beyond those hours. and most tuesdays are sleepless nites... coz it's fun to stay awake... nooooot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. nothing to blog bout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think it's quite boring reporting how much fun i had at zouk/phuture/mos... no point reading those rite, it's better to join me in ya? neither do u wanna read bout me spending 800 bucks on the first week of august... 80% on liquor... that's how drunkard lived. drink drank drunk dance! and there's no need for u to noe how high i get by drink martell from the bottle for 5s for 3 times on a nite out with my sch mates. and it's quite boring to read bout how i get really high on tequila on a sunday sentosa trip. it's even more boring to report bout my work and sch work... especially sch work... they're juz... brainless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but something interesting on my latest project (work). it's a relaxing period at pspl (my company's initials), so i helped out over at dsa (our neighbour cum partner). it's the addition and alteration of ikea alexandra. a&amp;a sounds familiar to u archi freaks rite? hehehe... and so... i should be working on those drawings now, but, seriously no mood on a saturday morning lah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;homework (sch) for this weekend... plus a sleepless tues nite: finish up portfolio, floorplan of shophouse, sketches of shophouse details (god is in the detail), floorplan with furniture, reflected ceiling plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things i should really do when my pay comes in: get a new phone (dun blame me for not answering ur calls, coz my phone stop telling me that my frenz r calling me), upgrade lappy (tt's was supposed to be due in january), get a new alarm clock (with short sleeping hours, i need a scream to thorw me out of bed), buy a new shirt (it's juz the looks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are u still reading??? not bored??? tell u something even more interesting... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna party at dragonfly on the 2 sep 2007... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1311743398441638856?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1311743398441638856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1311743398441638856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1311743398441638856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1311743398441638856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/08/working.html' title='working'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-4572869352427384057</id><published>2007-08-12T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:34:54.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5am in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awake at this hour... usually is because i juz reached home after clubbing. but not this time!!! i juz woke up... u believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday met up with candice and juan for lunch at j8. i reached ard 2 plus, waited for juan. took the time to walk ard j8, and tried to locate fancl house, where candice work. i cant believe that i almost got lost in j8... what a shame. saw jamie teo while i was wandering ard the mall. then at ard 3, juan said she's reaching, and i finally locate fancl house. candice saw me and asked me to buy thumb drive for her. wtf...? it was a promotion by j8... dunno wif wat amt of spending then can buy some goodie at 1 dollar... $1!!! later then we found out that the queue was looooooong. it's singapore u noe? whenever there's free gift, there'll be a queue... and expect it to be a damn long one. so candice decided not to buy liao. we linked up with juan and had lunch at thai express. spent most of the time listening to dog stories by candice and juan... and kept imagining how stupid wiebber was... lol. we followed candice back to her shop to get some free samples... haha. then headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;planned to take a nap from 5 to 6 then go out for run. plan failed. my nap turned to a long deep sleepzzzzzzzzzzz...... with interruptions in between, like a call from black, and i dun remember wat i told him. but i remembered it was ard 9pm then, and after i closed my eyes, dream a bit, open my eyes and checked my hp, it was 3.51am. hmmm... my mind juz tells me somethings not rite. and i realized i missed dinner... and i haven bathe. feels so shitty. so decided to get up and bathe, and then cook instant noodle for... dunno it's dinner, aupper or breakfast. juz eat lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now... dunno wat to do... maybe go for run... or continue sleeping... or watch movie on crunchyroll... or.. dunno... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good morning earth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-4572869352427384057?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/4572869352427384057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=4572869352427384057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4572869352427384057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4572869352427384057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/08/5am-in-morning.html' title='5am in the morning'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8493282051612460643</id><published>2007-08-10T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:39:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo... updating at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing had changed in my life... i juz got more sleepy. i still club. i still work n go to school. i'm still lazy and leave all my work to last minute. i still like girls. i still run. i still spend money like water. i'm still me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;caught up with my poly clique... not all of them though. we had dinner at loy thai on national day eve. it's in shaw towers and the food is fantastic!!! nice recommendation by shui. candice, wen, ham and grace were there. after dinner went to zouk. the queue was fucking long. crazy... but i already expected that. then decided to go dbl o. the queue was oso long. then decided to go mos... where there was no long queue! i dun quite enjoy the clubbing part. the first turn off was that the baggage counter was full. i had to carry my big bag ard... damn sian. we were in at ard 11 plus, and i onli got rid of my bag at 1. we drank... not as uch as usual though.. haha... but i had fun with the clique. ham n grace wasn't there. but it's good enuff to club with candice and shui. especially shui... sooooo damn fucking long nv drink with him liao. left the club at 2 plus... hoping to go into zouk. but it was full house. so went to geylang for supper. frog porridge... powerz! cabbed home at ard 4, reached home and bathe and concussed ard 5. slept for nearly 12 hrs. it's been a long time since i got to sleep so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz watched simpsons movie. really worh it. totally lame and entertaining.. i like. laugh out loud whole heartedly. there're few more shows i wanna watch... 881, flash point, secret... waiting for balls of fury. but money no enuff... waiting to get my df pay from last mth. though not much, but at least can tahan me for this mth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok.. gotta sleep... see what will i dream of tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;btw, go see my fren candice's blog... she's photoshopped the posters of harry potter and turn them into honky and taiwanese casts... really muz praise her for the effort and talent and creativity. and the idea originated from shui. i gonna go take a look again before i sleep... muahaha~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nitey nitez earth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8493282051612460643?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8493282051612460643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8493282051612460643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8493282051612460643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8493282051612460643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-me.html' title='lazy me'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6204394995749289280</id><published>2007-07-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:53:52.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love &amp; marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muz 2 love birds get married? were every married couple really in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love is natural... marriage is man made, aginst forces of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you fall in love with someone naturally. you wouldn't noe that the 2 of u need to get married if no smart alec created this mariage thingy and so unfortunately lasted till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your parents r rushing u to get married coz they wanna get a grand childre. you see ur frenz getting married n thinks it's time to get married. you had a shotgun marriage. you get married so that you can benefit from hdb. you get married to start a family.you get married to have so called traditionally, morally and ethically correct sexual  intercourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when will you get married if you juz only ever wanted to marry someone you really truely love and doesn't mind not possessing him or her as long as he or she is happy for all his or her life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can love exist without sex? can sex exist without love? anything can exist as long as u believe... but do you choose to believe? or do you allow others to choose for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muz love exist only between two different gender? can animals be gay or lesbians too? or maybe they dunno there's and alternative to miss scabbard and mr corpus spongiosum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that was whatever passing my mind. but i allowed it to pass my mind and had a little conversation with it. my mind relayed the conversation to my fingers... and the ten brothers said why not let more minds noe? creation proceeded. comments invited. advices ignored. and it left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6204394995749289280?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6204394995749289280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6204394995749289280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6204394995749289280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6204394995749289280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-marriage.html' title='love &amp; marriage'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-4358715575665808271</id><published>2007-07-23T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:10:15.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruitful weekend w/ work &amp; play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an eventful weekend indeed, starting from friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boss's leaving the country n go me to be on site to make sure things r gg well. went to site on fri evening, at ngee ann city. gd experience seeing construction on site, and better still, seeing wat u draw being built in reality! and as wat all guys will experience or had experienced in ns, shit happens everyday. despite proper planning, execution is to be expected to cock up. decision had to be made on the spot. besides discovering a new on site experience, i oso realized there were lots of office ladies in ngee ann on a weekday. most of them were pleasant to look at, especially the ones in the office beside our site. i stayed till work finished... and it all ended at ard 1.30am. my plans to club suddenly vanished into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saturday i was on site the whole day too, but i made use of the time to met up with damian for lunch, and a catch up session with my poly clique. then boss came back ard 7. i left the place ard 7 plus and met up with black. went to a pub in tanjong pagar, then met up with zhe rui and aze after we finish black's balance martell at the pub. the 4 of us walked down to play from tanjong pagar mrt. play was previously happy. it's black's first time in a gay pub. but with aze ard i noe we r safe. aze got a bottle of champagne, but i was already almost drunk, but still drink. then off to the dance floor with zhe rui and black. great music... but juz a bit weird when u see the ration of male to female is highly above any other clubs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday was suposed to go for mizuno wave run. but fuck... i woke up late... damian oso woke up late. so we end up heading straight to sentosa for some volleyball action. great day at the beach. played 6 games and we lost 5. laugh out loud rolling on sand. but i was quite satisfied that we had good coordination in game play. we juz need more practice and 1 female player to play in next yr's competition. i think i said something like this last yr oso. hmmm... but this yr i didn't take part in any volleyball comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now... i'm left with qite a ot of sch work to finish... die die die. but i juz wanna sleep now. i look like a racoon after beaching. i foresee sleepless nites on project reports. jia you ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-4358715575665808271?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/4358715575665808271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=4358715575665808271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4358715575665808271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4358715575665808271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/07/fruitful-weekend-w-work-play.html' title='fruitful weekend w/ work &amp; play'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-7000052632464790724</id><published>2007-07-16T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:11:40.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration in the nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's late... i juz finished my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the wole sunday to do it. it's not a difficult task. design my own name card and layout of a professional sheet... simple. but whole day no ideas. kept watching youtube. was watching all these clips from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="newvtitlelink" onclick="_hbLink('超級星光大道5252007蕭敬騰楊宗緯合唱背叛','VidHorz');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePXrBgnlgvg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;超級星光大道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, superstar avenue, a taiwanese singing competition. and this weird looking guy call yang zhong wei can sing really well. you should catch a glimpse of this weirdo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85YopcjdC_U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll buy his album if he really come out with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tink i'm gonna wake up late and rush to leave home for work again... so early morning should listen to some wake up song... this is one of them... shake it baby by hei se hui mei mei... cute taiwanese gerz... dunno why r they so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mk55zaxxXew" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room's in a mes n i'm still not moving my ass to tidy up... it juz got messier... argh...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my last day at dragonfly will be on... 28 july 2007. time to say goodbye after 10 solid mths of getting slammed on my prescious weekends. i'll return as a customer in no time... muahahaha~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-7000052632464790724?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7000052632464790724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=7000052632464790724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7000052632464790724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7000052632464790724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/07/inspiration-in-nite.html' title='inspiration in the nite'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6506028847765428667</id><published>2007-07-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:51:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyhow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when ever i had the time to sit down in front of lappy to write something, my mind juz went blank... and out came the crap. and when i was preparing to go to lalaland, i'll haf some profound thots rumbling in my head, preventing me from see uncle chou. why why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first is updates. i got quite worn out with studies and work. juz the hours that these two major activities take out of my life is enuough to make me feel lifeless. now even simple things like getting a hair cut needs some time management... wtf. while beautiful and bitchy office ladies work till 5pm and still have time to go shopping and bitch more over dinner with fellow ger frenz, i'm still in the office after 6pm, as my official time to leave the office is 8pm. gotta top up the hours i taken up for classes. by the time i manage to reach town, it's about 9pm. what i can think of doing is... drink. had been drinking quite a lot lately. sounds like i'm drowning my sorrows, but in actual fact there aren't much sorrows for me to drown. it's a fun and laughter booster from the way i perceive it. but i juz hate the fact that i flush once alcohol infiltrate my blood stream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;other than drinking... i've been watching this taiwanese drama on youtube. i nv see myself addicted to such idol series. but this one's realli lame lah... hahaha. i juz love lame comedies. 18 jin bu jin, sets in a campus where male and female students are seperated, and one of the classes was used as a guinea pig to experiment on mixed gender education. from there along came lots of crap concerning interaction between the 2 gender... or battle of the sexes. the 2nd attraction to the show is of course... pretty taiwanese gers. what else makes a good taiwanese drama? cute actresses of course! and maybe because of long term exposure to their theme song... i find it quite touching... sung by the lead actress and actor of the series... take a look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFiIJpMTE6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFiIJpMTE6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talking bout singing... there's this vid introduced by evan the 'full of shit'. but this shit he intro is powerful shit... loving you by jane zhang liang ying... enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0AEfAVDOX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0AEfAVDOX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they call it the dolphin pitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok... tt's all i can think of to update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya and lastly, stop posting 'bad luck' bulletins on friendster. they dun work and is a waste of space. i tink something as useless as posting of lyrics is more constructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nitey earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6506028847765428667?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6506028847765428667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6506028847765428667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6506028847765428667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6506028847765428667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/07/anyhow.html' title='anyhow'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3875878606137251488</id><published>2007-07-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:16:56.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>juz met up with zhan for dinner... at this so called famous western food kopithiam call &lt;em&gt;botak jones. &lt;/em&gt;not bad lah. then we started talking... and he raised the issue of what r my plans in the future. i said i had no plans. he said it's better to have plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.&lt;/em&gt; i used to like this quote. until i learn about &lt;em&gt;s.h.e... &lt;/em&gt;shit happens everyday, and &lt;em&gt;expect the unexpected. &lt;/em&gt;my plans r often cocked up by third parties. so now... &lt;em&gt;take it as it comes. &lt;/em&gt;so what if there're no plans? &lt;em&gt;water can flow, and it can crash. be water my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf another sudden urge today, to go bangkok after this sch term, alone. really dunno who to ask along. everyone's schedule is so difficult to coordinate. juz go there and whack lah. but it's not a plan ok... juz an urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhan oso say i'm becoming shallower. it's human nature to be shallow. some religion say man r born kind. but i still tink human r born evil. even before u r born u r already kicking ur own mother, u evil brat. and of all animals, human r causing global warming. and then now trying to save the earth... dunno what we thinking. juz let earth burn lah. everyone's obviously shallow but trying to hide. who would prefer having eyesore to visual gratification? who would prefer to live poor to own big houses. everyone wants to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i did not deny tt i'm shallow. i want to live in a shophouse, designed by myself. own a vespa px200, a yamaha r1, and a van modified with the best sound system and neon lights. my ger muz be pretty, or else i juz cant screw her. there's too much to say... ask me if u really bother to noe lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go sleep liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3875878606137251488?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3875878606137251488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3875878606137251488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3875878606137251488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3875878606137251488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8872672304113756138</id><published>2007-06-30T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:25:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/personality/personality.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_altruist.gif" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img width=0 height=0 style="visibility:hidden;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqr0a_E7wJ53pWH5ERlxC5niacGAREAf29UBONh1PBSRfQUg2IMXLgN8SsacWu1cUF2GKj-k6vxs6Ue0o5RU7NRc.tif" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8872672304113756138?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8872672304113756138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8872672304113756138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8872672304113756138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8872672304113756138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/personality.html' title='personality?'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3955218075212573110</id><published>2007-06-30T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:20:11.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iq?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/8.gif" border="0" alt="IQ test score"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img width=0 height=0 style="visibility:hidden;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqpzGv-sknhRGmVixptacaL77422Qp_GxLPXiriffCOV49BqIm1zkoVRMBCe-YgL4qM=.tif" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3955218075212573110?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3955218075212573110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3955218075212573110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3955218075212573110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3955218075212573110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/iq.html' title='iq?'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-619145461539163463</id><published>2007-06-29T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:14:10.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>war</title><content type='html'>preparing for war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next 15 mths, i'm gonna work and study... full-time!!! monday work, tuesday study then work, wednesday study, thursday work, friday work, saturday rest... wait long long ah... work, maybe work df at nite oso, at last sunday can rest... but still got assignments to do!!! argh!!! better dun call me up for reservist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-619145461539163463?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/619145461539163463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=619145461539163463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blue eyes... not prime's! it's fox's... meagan fox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQ36ZSotP18" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think can cook steaks on her abs... sizzling hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's got nice tattoos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081160805983409378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RoPo1PdHVOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AkT-hfc3NdE/s400/mf+tattoo+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"we will all laugh at gilded butterflies"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081160814573343986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RoPo1vdHVPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Vt-YRGLp0Xg/s400/mf+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"there once was a girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how i wish my vixen's like tt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2568224677835524248?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2568224677835524248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2568224677835524248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2568224677835524248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2568224677835524248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers.html' title='transformers'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RoPo1PdHVOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AkT-hfc3NdE/s72-c/mf+tattoo+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3238574154840223175</id><published>2007-06-26T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:38:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pisces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another reading of my horoscope... the only incomplete of the 12... i love being the 2 fish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SUN IN PISCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are the most sympathetic and self-sacrificing of souls.  You have a good imagination and good receptivity to others.  You have a poetic otherworldliness which can come out in some creative or idealistic channel.  You have a deep, emotional understanding of others and a real will to serve.  You need to be careful that you aren't so suggestible that you fall into self-pitying and avoidance behavior.  Try to develop concentration and discipline without losing your easygoing demeanor. Once you are determined to reach a goal, your faith in life, the universe and yourself can give you the strength of character to renounce anything that gets in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;MERCURY IN PISCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your mind is reflective to the point of being chameleon-like. Why?  Because you think with your feelings and translate thoughts into something at the core of your being.  You don't just imitate, you become.  You have an artistic and very attenuated manner of communicating.  You have an openness and can incorporate several points of view.  You often see the humor in a situation and are good at expressing it.  You adjust to changes at a profound level.  You only need to be concerned about this if you find yourself becoming confused or lazy.  This is the sign that you are repressing your own insights while accepting someone else's.  Try to gain a detached look at your own drives when this happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:eyemoe@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3238574154840223175?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3238574154840223175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3238574154840223175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3238574154840223175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3238574154840223175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/pisces.html' title='pisces'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1195915328417617957</id><published>2007-06-26T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:31:03.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's raining now. supposed to be a cooling nite, but i feel that the air is full of water vapour. sweating right now, with my fan spinning at top speed. not as condusive as it should have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, juz went for supper at 925. long time nv eat lala and sotong there liao. along with damian n jj, i had a filling supper... not so healthy though.. but dun care lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the afternoon, i called up raffles and got to know which class i'll b in. checked my schedule and told my boss. after knowing tt i can carry on working at project solutions, he offered me to stay on as a permanent full time staff, and he offered a pay increment for me too. of course, with greater rewards, along came greater responsibility. but i feel damn lucky and am realli happy that i've got this opportunity to learn and earn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so with sch and work... how bout df? i really haf no idea. i dun wish to leave tt place. though it has all the reason for me to leave... but there r oso some reasons for me to stay. it's become more of a habit to be working there. and frenz... juz cant bear to leave them. and the regular customers... it's a pleasure to serve them. and the music... i cant think of anywhre else tt spins all genres of party music on one night, tgt with the disturbingly powerful strobe light. welcome to dragonfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1195915328417617957?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1195915328417617957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1195915328417617957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1195915328417617957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1195915328417617957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainy-nite.html' title='rainy nite'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-7146504506122314709</id><published>2007-06-25T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:35:09.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;land and water saga is over... fox has understood the fact tt butterfly needs nectar. and a fox should look for a vixen... muahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last week had been drinking almost everyday... even when working at df... scary. requested not to work on sat, and decided to party. went to dbl o wif black and ying fu. i can say it's one of the most enjoyable party session i had. but gotta say o bar's air-con is fucked up. damn hot. dance till i sweat as if i've completed a 2.4km run. but still fun lah. loved it when i requested tokyo drift fr the dj. he smiled and agreed to my dedication, and he began a series of my fav beats. zookey, calabria... and i forgot the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i end up to be the most sober... i i'm not as crazy as my other 2 brothers, drinking neat. i nv ever wanna puke again. overall a fun nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school starting on 2nd july. decided to stop working at df for the mth of july. but i doubt i can get used to not working on fri n sat nites. the thot of studies juz bring down my energy level and morale. sian... bound to haf sleepless nites again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had been working on my marathon training. ran ard 8km on a lazy sunday evening. marathon anyone??? damian had made up his mind to join me since last yr when we met up after my 42.195km. our 1st barrier: mizuno wave run. up next will be the army half marathon. finale: standard chartered singapore marathon. look forward to the adrenaline rush... getting high on running... the runners' high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-7146504506122314709?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7146504506122314709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=7146504506122314709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7146504506122314709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7146504506122314709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8741296498176057699</id><published>2007-06-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:59:43.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>water crashed... and left land in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBDWRTW6LHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBDWRTW6LHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8741296498176057699?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8741296498176057699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8741296498176057699' title='0 Comments'/><link 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days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday went ktv wif meiting, and one of mono's staff. met my df colleagues at cine. bird n woei. so sang tgt. great nite wif some booze. jj picked the 2 of us up for supper wif black. suppered opp bukit timah s.c.. so in the end i had 4 hrs of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monday was a sleepy day in office. longed so much to hit my bed. but when i reach home... full-of-shit evan called to ask me out for drink. i was vv reluctant to go, i wished i had knocked out before he called again. but under peer pressure, i weakened. head down to boat quay, met up wif francis. then along came ho s.k and ah cai. sing sing drink drink eat eat joke joke. wasted 4 hrs of sleep. i rewarded myself with 3 hrs of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lucky i got an alarm clock called jess. thanks ah~ i carried on the rest of my day like a zombie. planned to go home straight after work and meet uncle chou, but ash said 10 wanna meet up for dinner. i crumble under peer pressure again... weakling~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so now i am finally home. gonna haf an early appointment wif uncle chou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might be the sleepless nites tt caused my lack of concentration at work, but i knew there was something bothering me deep down. something tt left me confused. or am i juz too dumb to see the answer? or was it really a mystery? wat happened 4 nites ago was like a dream. a sweet one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for almost a year, i nv had someone whom i really wanted to be in my arms, to be in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and why would i get this sweet dream when land's avoiding flood? water's confused... going round n round like a whirlpool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2822656184045156412?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2822656184045156412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2822656184045156412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2822656184045156412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2822656184045156412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/lack-of-sleep.html' title='lack of sleep'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-609323777610281771</id><published>2007-06-13T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:43:59.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i did 3km yesterday. i juz did 6km... went for a midnight run. felt so &lt;em&gt;gao wei&lt;/em&gt;. it's either drink til i drunk or jog till i shag. i chose the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why run? i like the breeze coming upon my face when cutting through the air. i like the sweat that drip like i'm drench in the rain. i like the soreness i feel in my muscle tt makes me feel alive. i like the adrenaline rush that comes through, telling me nv to stop but to go faster and faster. i like those eyes on me when i pass them. i like running... especially when there's a problem. you can run away from it, and run in search for a solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but this run did not take me further away from my problem, neither did it bring me a solution. coz my decision really doesn't matter... one of the few times in life when i dun feel like changing my decision in order to solve the problem. stubborn? i just tink it's like the koi which tried swimming up stream with the &lt;strong&gt;dragon gate&lt;/strong&gt; in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when was the last time i missed some one? during jcc i really missed my family. that's still the extreme case of home sickness. besides that, when you are living in the comfort of all luxuries, there is this somebody that i'm missing. hope insanity hasn't taken over me by chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm sleeping later and later, day after day. and little red mounds are residing on my once so flawless cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i foresee muscle ache, sleepiness, and that not so sane feeling. zouk tml!!! i'm gonna get exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nitey earth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;water still doesn't know how to flood land. should water flow with aggression? or should it wait for the ice from the poles to melt? or shall water wait for land to crumble to the sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-609323777610281771?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/609323777610281771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=609323777610281771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/609323777610281771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/609323777610281771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/06/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8654097579441447128</id><published>2007-06-12T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:42:55.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun feel like sleeping</title><content type='html'>supposed to be sleeping liao... but sis came in to complain. bout her work lor... haha. feel so funny talking bout her when she's in front of me... muahaha~ ok now she's gone. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day at work i was straining my eyes... think i need a pair of glasses. stil cant remember where i put my old specs. sian~ concussed in the train back home. then went for a 3km jog. stepping out to the marathon. then back home haf dinner. at first planned to slp at 11 plus. but then online quite addictive ah. then at 12 my sis came in to tok cock. most of the time complaining bout her work stuff. then sent her my currently fav song... wo ke yi by cai ming you. tt song juz reminds me of some sweet moment by the river:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tink i should go sleep le... always sleep so late. getting skinnier liao. and pimple r still not gg away... if they become permanent resident then i die liao, no ger wan liao:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8654097579441447128?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8654097579441447128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1158856228706024901</id><published>2007-06-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:16:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>recently lost a few things tt dun really need but actually important in my daily life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my specs. dunno where i put them leh. though i can see, but it's still straining to look at the big big lcd monitor 8 hrs a day, 5 days a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my shiny ear stud. birthday prezzie fr jj n meiting. shit lah. last place i remember placing it is on my lappy. dunno go where liao... hope can find it back lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the function of my hp's micro sd card. sianz... cant store songs in my hp liao. so had being using the famous nokia ringtone and the old skool ringing tone (ring~ ring~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. motivation to tidy up my room. my room's like a storeroom now. tt's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the ability to sleep early. for lst week, the earliest i slept is 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. the ability to keep awake and alert for 8 hrs. dun tink i ever possessed such ability too. but hope i can haf it lah... muahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. sales in df. number of martell n hennessy bottles i open is dropping. so do sai kang to keep myself active. and dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my goal of riding a vespa. i've not been gg for bikey lessons!!! argh!!! muz go back ok... i wan my vespa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. my goal of completing 42.195km in 4hrs. can be done... but no discipline lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. my love. is it? did i? have i? will i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find 'em back.&lt;div 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title='lost'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3219571787550857386</id><published>2007-06-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:02:55.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>ever tried liking someone but doesn't noe how to speak ur heart. it's a lot more difficult than picking up gers at club. it juz seem so not right to express urself. keeping it the way it is seemed to be the best way out... or is it juz avoidance? getting rejected when u try picking up some chick doesn't gif u much cosequences to face. but telling a good friend tt u bear special fondness for him or her juz makes it much more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do u see in a ger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see if i can look at her till the age of 80 and still dun get sick of her. i see if she's worth taken care of when she's handicapped, old, sick, ugly. i see us lying on the beach seeing stars, drinking wine, talking bout wat we wanna do for our future, and concuss in a dome tent. i see us hiking in nepal, watching the himalayas while we spend our nights in the arms of mother nature. i see us partying in ibiza, dancing till we dehydrate, drink till we can hibernate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3219571787550857386?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3219571787550857386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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by</title><content type='html'>actually vv lazy to describe wat gg on in life. everyday seemed like a routine. work... and always wanted to doze off. then after werk will go out wif either jj n black... or drinking session w df colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to 97 on thurs nite. a canto pop discoteque. think workng at df really changes my likes. nv thot i'd like canto. the concept is similar to df. we got a ktv room. sang, then when we got sick of singing, go outside and enjoy music. their performances were similar to df, but with no live band backing the singers, no dancers, no choreographed performences. but their singers can sing quite well. the dj spin techno!!! tink i'm gg back to my roots. techno! beng sial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i end up having 2 hrs + of sleep and went to work in the morning, then continued my work at df at 10pm. took a nap on the nel again. fr outram - harbour front - punggol - harbour front. tired sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i got my new toy... ipod 30gb!!! muahaha... gonna spend some time converting all my cds into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz came back fr ktv session wif aze and the bellini peeps. nv sing a lot... juz chilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... gotta sleep. hope i can get back a normal weekdays lifestyle again... no more late nights... coz training for standard chartered 07 starts tml. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible is temporary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2605950068233894765?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2605950068233894765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2605950068233894765' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, work, clubbing, shopping, drinking, dancing, running, shitting, touring... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always look on the bright side of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6235201893132017388?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6235201893132017388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6235201893132017388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6235201893132017388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1333884892343951230?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1333884892343951230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1333884892343951230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1333884892343951230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1333884892343951230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3397580226709354863</id><published>2007-05-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:58:30.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saigon '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on the 3rd day was a guided tour to cao dai temple and the cu chi tunnels. but i could onli comprehend 50% of wat the guide told us. but nvm, i juz enjoy taking pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662196277543090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBmbFYGALI/AAAAAAAAAL8/05mLopt0TfQ/s400/DSCN2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bikers in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the cao dai temple is located in a village of the cao dai pple, and they worship all gods of all religion. (according to wat i understand from the guide) the temple was beautiful. we were there in time to witness their prayers too. quite a magnificent scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662230637281522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBmdFYGAPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TSv2ME5g1Q4/s400/P1030212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cao dai temple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662209162444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBmb1YGAMI/AAAAAAAAAME/YePfLw21GjQ/s400/DSCN2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; prayers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we settled our lunch at a road side 'coffeeshop'. had pho again. and toom hed his coffee again. time's up, up the bus, to cu chi we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the cu chi tunnels were dug during the vietnam war in order to take cover from the american's bombardment. the guide showed us their bunkers, and brought us to a short walk in the tunnels. the whole tour we were feeding mosquitos as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662213457412306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBmcFYGANI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UbNVvdkAhsk/s400/DSCN2452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;entrance to tunnel... how to go in sia!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066666405345493330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBqQFYGAVI/AAAAAAAAANM/j5oESNjEqC4/s400/DSCN2455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;miss cu chi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662222047346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBmclYGAOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YBxTRTQQ208/s400/DSCN2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me in tunnel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in between the 2 visits were long long bus rides of more than 1hr each. the whole day spent about 4 hours on bus. so boring. slept thru. attempted to take a snap shot of vietnam school ger cycling home. but 2 factors contributed to my failure: the shaky bus and my non anti shake camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066663678041260290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBnxVYGAQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oeY6D6NzlbA/s400/DSCN2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; vietnamese students in au dai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we had diner at one of the small restaurants in pham ngu lao. after which we hunt down the famous fanny's ice cream. it's mentioned in lonely planet, and we were longing to eat it since we reach saigon. from pham ngu lao, we took a cab to tong tha tiep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066663686631194898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBnx1YGARI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lzrq2PVGFRk/s400/DSCN2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066663695221129506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBnyVYGASI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ja--1WDaOS0/s400/DSCN2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066663703811064114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBny1YGATI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EfpTfBhe9YM/s400/DSCN2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dinner... and street view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we were so excited when we see fanny's. went in to try their ice cream... really delicious. comparable to hagen daz... definitely better than swensen's. powerz. they got some exotic flavours like ginger, green tea, and their banana and durian taste as if they were made from the fruit itself. and the best thing is tt they are not expensive at all. 10 scoops at 12 bucks, along wif strawberry, chocolate and caramel topping, together with 2 portions of cut fruits. simply heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066663712400998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBnzVYGAUI/AAAAAAAAANE/2_NUfBAN6Tg/s400/DSCN2503.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066666426820329842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBqRVYGAXI/AAAAAAAAANc/gwexWiwcfJs/s400/DSCN2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fanny's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;went to visit the lengendary 32 lane bowling alley later in the nite, which opens til 1am. it's something like cineleisure. bowling alleys with interesting lightings, with pool tables and arcade on the same storey. and some small cafes and snack bar. and techno music booming. not a bad place to chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066666418230395234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBqQ1YGAWI/AAAAAAAAANU/OsypZifgu2E/s400/DSCN2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nite shot of notre dame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last day. did last minute shopping at ben thanh, getting scammed by cyclo riders, more last minute shopping at tex shopping centre. had last cuppa coffee at highland's coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066666435410264450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBqR1YGAYI/AAAAAAAAANk/l3FNcf79SvY/s400/DSCN2515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last day at ben thanh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066666444000199058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RlBqSVYGAZI/AAAAAAAAANs/wsuiCWwXqjw/s400/DSCN2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dogma, a propaganda grafitti clothing store in saigon. missed the chance to get their tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;off we go to the airport. airport prices were so much higher than in town. we chose to go hungry than to have our lunch there. another boring 2hr flight. then we're back!!! welcome (back) to singapore~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3397580226709354863?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3397580226709354863/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8289954704676380537</id><published>2007-05-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:46:31.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saigon'07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drunkard redfox reporting direct from saigon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but before stepping onto changi international airport's cousin, budget terminal, it was a night of suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;went for dinner with poly mates... attendance list: 10, qinlei, janet, ashley, xinying, layhar. none of them sounds lke a guy's name. so i'm the onli thorn among the roses. had dinner at changing appetite... which really changed my appetite. after eating i started feeling something wrong. but we still proceed to hagen daz. we shared a fondue... tok cock... took photo. parted ard 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065571304649130146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyGQ1YGAKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fjABy6wZbXU/s400/DSCN2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;girls of the evening: 10, janet, lei, ash, xy... har har still in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reach home, do my last minute packing of my luggage. nothing much to pack oso. by this time, i could feel fever and diarrheoa. shit. popped panadols and poh chyi pills. hoping very hard tt i can get well. slept at 1am, woke up at 3. waited for wee boon's call... while i shit and shit and shit. all so watery. i can see wat i ate during dinner in my poo. finally mr toom (wee boon) called and say he'll reach ard 4. i did m last burst of fire and went down to meet him. cabbed down to pasir ris to pick candice and han bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065563642427473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rkx_S1YF_7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dkBYZFopgD8/s400/DSCN2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;touched down~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shit at budget terminal, got some charcoal pills... and off to saigon we flew. touched down at 7am local time. it's 1hr slower than sg. eg: hcmc 0700hrs, sg 080hrs. first thing to do at the airport was to look for toilet. ve sinh... vietnamese for toilet, but i nv really said it when looking for toilet. out of toilet... oops... too mch of toilets... out of airport, we were immediately approached by a cabby... a female one... cab aunty. reach asian hotel and the room is not ready for checking in yet. so left our bags at the lobby and started roaming ard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065563651017408450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rkx_TVYF_8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Yq-YD2O0IAk/s400/DSCN2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;kopi strainer... which makes kopi kau... commonly used in vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065563676787212274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rkx_U1YF__I/AAAAAAAAAKc/M0kkmYxn3ss/s400/DSCN2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065565240155308034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyAv1YGAAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zy6m3xC8yyw/s400/DSCN2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065565248745242642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyAwVYGABI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gvnt3HSR8uk/s400/DSCN2343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065565257335177250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyAw1YGACI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mh2I9mNHGZw/s400/DSCN2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;at the post office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first stop, post office. nothing much to see... but interesting old sch architecture. then proceeded to the notredame cathedral. beautiful building. though i ain't no christian/catholic, but the church was beautiful. after admiring the historical cathedral, we walked to the reunification palace. i was all the while restraining my bowel. so uncomfy. and fever's coming back. no mood to see the place too. so juz went thru motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065563659607343058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rkx_T1YF_9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WwFO336bFds/s400/DSCN2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065565261630144562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyAxFYGADI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8jtRWD7JtgQ/s400/DSCN2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;notre dame cathedral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065566485695823954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyB4VYGAFI/AAAAAAAAALM/QDo9ZFijNiQ/s400/DSCN2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065566494285758562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyB41YGAGI/AAAAAAAAALU/ykS-9S_BYFc/s400/DSCN2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065566507170660466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyB5lYGAHI/AAAAAAAAALc/km_jLNRt2jk/s400/DSCN2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reunification palace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065566515760595074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyB6FYGAII/AAAAAAAAALk/ZkL8ppGvrzU/s400/DSCN2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065563668197277666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rkx_UVYF_-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/crI_MOJNyNo/s400/DSCN2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065565270220079170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RkyAxlYGAEI/AAAAAAAAALE/rZIFU1IPUOM/s400/DSCN2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;snap snap snap!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lunch was at ben thanh market. some local store... like hawker centre. i had pho. wat's pho? it's actually vietnamese noodle. served with beef, pork or chicken. it taste good... but was too sick to appreciate this local delight. jalan abit in ben thanh before heading back to hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;checked in... settled down... popped panadol... and sleep. supposed to go for dinner then apocalypse now... but i juz feel tt resting is a better choice. i still haf 2 days to enjoy... ya... suppose to enjoy... now end up enjoying shitting watery stool. so toom, cand and bin left for dinner and bought bread for me. as it was raining, the threesome cant go anywhere too. i spent the nite wif toom watching tv. listening to vietnamese. nhk had a pretty reporter. cnn was talking bout airbus and boeing. hbo was showing skeleton keys. we decided to sleep at ard 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;morning breakfast at 8, and we headed to china town in cab. visited the binh tay market. it's like tiong bahru lah... or our local chinatown... but in a much larger scale. nothing much to see. then we decided to look for the church tt look like a temple. a cantonese church. walk walk walk... damn hot... at least my fever subsided. but we still enjoy walking... taking photos along the way... all sorts of photos... of watever we dun see in singapore. lunch was at pham ngu lao, the backpacker's street in saigon. lots of budget hotels, nice chill out cafes/restaurats/pubs. we booked our tour for cao dai temple and cu chi tunnels at one of the tour agency there. we started shopping too!!! cand shopped for the traditional costume, the ao dai. i got a berms, a singlet the bears the communist star, and a cap that's embroided with e star too. toom recce for his art work. after shopping, we left pham ngu lao for danh sinh market. it's like beach rd army market, selling us army and old vietnam war military accessories and apparels. i hunt down the badges... spent sgd 40 on them... but they were hard to find in sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;back to hotel, unload, me and toom sleep. cand and bin went out to jalan again. they really can walk... kudos. they came back, woke us up, and we had dinner on saigon river. on one of the vessel restaurants. plan for the nite was to club. at last... we hit the so called hottest club in town: apocalypse now. so happy when we reach there, but went inside... i was quite disappointed, so were cand and toom. we had a drink... and off to the next club we can find. the taxi uncle who drove us to budget terminal recommended gossip and volcano. we decided on gossip. the viet cabby drove us all the way there and found out it was closed. so he recommended another place. the cab fare end up to be vv high. we were so pissed off. we saw the club signage. liquid club. we saw pretty ladies standing at the lobby... quite scared tt it's a nightclub with girls. went up to the club... the bass was pumping, techno was spinning, lights were flickering and strobing... ho tiew! good one lah... but the server kept puching us to get a bottle of hennessy. no way man... there's onli 4 of us in a foreign club. we got beer instead. this is where u find real pretty vietnamese gers. tough not a lot... but they exist. tall and slender... but i'm not gonna touch them... who noes who waits outside the club. since we're already in a club... how can we not bogie? off to the dancefloor we go. totally enjoyed the strobe light. club closes at 12... and the last song was a vietnamese love song... spectacular scene... seeing couples hugging and dancing slowly. the 4 of us juz stood at one corner and embrace the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;back to hotel... sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to be continued... ...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*too much pics to load... please stay tuned!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8289954704676380537?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8289954704676380537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8289954704676380537' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3596638954506960216</id><published>2007-05-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:09:44.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually no intention to blog... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite went mambo. at last. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met 10 after work to haf dinner. then along came larry the lau. we proceed to say cheezecake to haf some dessert. we chatted. tink larry's a lovable guy, 10 seldom talk to my frenz one... but this time exceptional. we then walkover to jiak kim street. chilled at wine bar, aze came, larry's frenz came, then in we go into zouk. so early. not vv empty though. i didn't drink much. saw wy, eric wan, hewen, jeremy... then oso met the bellini boys: bernard, shah.. music's up, and there goes our body, succumbing to the retro beats. long time since i danced till i'm physically tired. was at grooving on the steps initially, then aze pulled me up the podium, and then i didn't wanna go down anymore. time to dance like i long time nv dance before. no image liao. hahaha.. but dun care lah... dance dance dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left ard 3. suppered at prata place opp zouk. went home and slept at 4.45... woke up 7.50. straight to work... damn damn damn tired. dozing off every now n then...zzzzzzzz. luckily got this guy came to deliver some vinyl material sample... so could listen to him talk... learned something at least. boss wasn't in the whole day, so nv assign me do work... tt's y kept dozing offzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml got meeting... go kaypoh nia... muz remember to bring name card... then evening got dinner with poly classmates... i haven pack my luggage!!!!!!!!! so lazy.. hahaha. tml reach home then pack... coz oso not gonna sleep. now i gotta sleep le... pimple all coming out again liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3596638954506960216?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3596638954506960216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3596638954506960216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3596638954506960216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3596638954506960216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/05/actually-no-intention-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6794697737994236461</id><published>2007-05-09T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:16:24.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely</title><content type='html'>juz went to watch a movie with aze. a horror movie. a malay movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite scary. but whole theatre is laughing half the time. but still scary. kept having goosebumbs when watching. me n aze did the most pussiest thing a man could do... we hugged our bags and hid our face behind... i juz left my eyes above my bag to watch the show. squinting most of the time. i stil prefer comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw so depressed at work. dunno why. not coz of work. but got this funny feeling. some sort of loneliness. i always thot i could survive well alone. but suddenly i yearn for companionship. then suddenly thot of my career. still thinking is designing the right job for me. it sounds like a perfect job. get to work in office, air-con. can earn a decent amount. can look professional. but i missed nightlife. the thot of not working this weekend makes me uneasy. i should feel happy. of coz i'm excited bout gg to vietnam... but... i miss working. i miss my colleagues, all the full-of-shit, my customers, the music, the live band, i missed drinking, dancing at the service counter, ignoring customers when i got slammed, and all the fun tt can come along. am i making it sound too good to work at df? why do i prefer working like a dog and earn nuts, to working in air-con room without much physical efforts. i guess only time can answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite got this weird dream. dreamt of having a gf. normally wat u dreamt wun come true. coz it's juz too gd to be true. gonna sleep now... hope to find more gf in la la land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6794697737994236461?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6794697737994236461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6794697737994236461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6794697737994236461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6794697737994236461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/05/lonely.html' title='lonely'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-9010603885830493753</id><published>2007-05-03T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:20:36.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ippt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's mambo nite again!!! but i gave it a miss again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work was alright, so far so good. had being doing amendments to drawings and doing 3d models. recovering my knowledge on 3d viz. the boss is a generous man, always paying for my lunch whenever i had it with him. and there's a friendly admin staff from phillipines. i'm the only other staff in the company. always felt so sleepy when in the office... muahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz took my ippt in the evening... my 400 bucks still seemed hopeful when i completed the 4 static stations. but the run made me lose my 200 bucks. upon completing the 5th lap, i clocked 8.45. gave up on sprinting the last round. final timing 10.22. got a silver instead. realy miss my peak in fitness during the army days. life sucks but health and fitness was good. now life's good, but health and fitness plunging down the drain. seems like stepping out of night life is the only alternative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didn't go clubbing, but went for supper at simpang bedok with jj and black. jj rented car, so went down simpang to enjoy a filling supper. after that went driving ard... chilling in the car. by the way it's a damn old car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing much to blog. put up this post coz 10 says she got nothing to do and wanna read my updates. so if you r reading... go tag something ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking forward to my vietnam trip coming up next week. hope it dun turn out to be a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was looking at flairing vids recently... here something to share with you dudes and babes... enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziN3MTh9TFM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziN3MTh9TFM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-9010603885830493753?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/9010603885830493753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=9010603885830493753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/9010603885830493753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/9010603885830493753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/05/ippt.html' title='ippt'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1824645836514147625</id><published>2007-04-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:36:16.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog shit~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i stepped onto dog shit today while walking to work... or dunno wat shit lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vv tired now... think will go meet uncle chou in a while's time. y so tired? office work so tiring meh? office work is boring... so not used to it. tiredness came from 1.5hr of sleep. it was df staff gathering last nite at geographer's bar, a thai pub with thai live band, and the dj spins techno. since when had i stopped drowning myself in techno? there were ard 10 of us... 1st round ordered 3 m/v and 1 c/r. within 30 min my blood stream is already steaming. high ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when we finished the liqour, dunno who suggested for 2nd round. another 4 bottles. steam!!! and tt's how i got my 1hr sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;back date one more day. monday. met up with shui, ham and candice. went to have ramen at liang court... recommended by shui. oyishi! quite filling oso. then we bought hagen daz ice cream from mei-di ya supermarket. 4 flavours and we swapped ard. tt's where i saw the 79 dollar rock melon!!! and fucking big apples!!! so amazing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from clarke quay, we walked to boat quay. settled down at archiepelago brewery. long time nv had such a chilling gathering. sit down, relax, drink, talked, laugh, cracking super lame jokes. drinking doesn't end our night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we continued with ktv-ing after we were tipsy. sang, shouted, screamed, kao pei to the max~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super long time nv had such fun... it's all unhealthy stuff. drink, no sleep, smoke, shouting. it's the same as indulging urself in sinful chocolates. sometimes thinking of it. should life be lived healthily? and should all the right things be done? boring rite? i juz wanna do wat ever i can at this moment in life... of course... not at the expense of affecting anyone else. stepping onto shit does spice up one's day too... nbcb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chill earth, nite dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1824645836514147625?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1824645836514147625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1824645836514147625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1824645836514147625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1824645836514147625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/dog-shit.html' title='dog shit~'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3043138279406279500</id><published>2007-04-20T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:04:01.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last nite i got a call from an unknown number. normally i'll juz ignore. but i sent an sms back to anon. he isn't any of my frens, but he called me up coz i responded to his ad on jobstreet. means i have a chance for an interview. he called back, and had a so called interview over the phone. this potential boss of mine invited me over to their office. so this morning i navigated from outram mrt station to blair rd. i'm sure all my readers do not know where the hell blair rd is... or even knew of its exixtence, so do i. by looking at the map at the mrt station, i tried to find my way there. walked a big round sgh... behind police cantonment complex... along neil rd, then i saw kg bahru rd, and i finally led myself to my destination. by the time i reach my objective, i was already sweating, even the 'receptionist' could see that i had a hard time finding their hideout, so she offered me water and tissue paper. waited in their meeting room. my potential boss came in 10 min later, and he started talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wat i expect was juz a simple interview. but it turned out to be a detailed introduction to the company, to their projects, to the industry, to his experiences, to his expections, to his flexibility to staff, to why he terminated his prevous designers, to his highest paid designer. rejecting me wasn't in his option. i was really surprised. i had no experience in the field at all, had only 2 mths to work, and will be going overseas in few week's time... and yet he want me to work for him. hmmm... but anyway i'm expecting a low salary... maybe tt's the reason why he wants me. i don't mind. i don't know what i can deliver, so pay isn't an issue for a start in the industry. from what ever he had said, i can see lots of opportunities for me to learn from this job, this company, and the boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;starting work on monday... jia you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now gonna sleep and get ready for slam night later... btw juz got my hair cut. a real short one... hate long hair... except for the fox tail... hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3043138279406279500?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3043138279406279500/comments/default' 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src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8902394374338607627</id><published>2007-04-18T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:04:02.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo de xin li mei you ta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my favourite song in dragonfly. of course it sounds better when u see it in df live. great singer, great dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijg6sbFsf_I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijg6sbFsf_I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8287285662508776121</id><published>2007-04-17T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:58:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 hr shift +++</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've up my level of insane work hours!!! last record was 15... now it's 20!!! so proud!!! as if lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long story cut short. friday 5pm to sat 6am, sat 10am to 5pm, then from 5pm to sunday 6am. powerz. by the look at the numbers, i shld be able to sleep from sat 7am to 9am, but i went for breakfast. returned to mono at 8, tried sleeping but woken up by security, then cant fall back to sleep liao. went to bathe at 9am. so actually i didn't get any sleep. why do i chose to work such long hours? no... i didn't really chose at first. the morning function is supposed to end at 1pm. so i can go home and sleep for a few hrs, but shit happens. the minister who's supposed to arrive at 12, came at 3+ instead. by the time everything end, it's 4pm. went vivo had dinner then back to work liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was really feeling zombiefied during work. wandering ard like some lost soul. looking like blur cock most of the time. after work still went breakfast. luckily i have jess to disturb me during my mrt ride... or else i'll definitely sleep past yishun to dunno where. walking home is suffering. reach home bathe and concussed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up at 8pm sunday for work. 10 to 6. ladies nite. quite slack. we got some free coupons and got ourselves some drinks. enjoyable nite. juz like clubbing lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monday slept at 9am, kena woke up by sms at 12. nb... slept 3hrs onli, then cant sleep liao. decided to meet up wif 10 before gg for wushu at sp. went bugis jalan, the to chinatown point to get wine key. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at sp... i nv train at all. jog a bit. stretch a bit. then i slept. right on the floor. so nice to sleep outdoors. got the outfield feeling. sweaty sleeping on cold ground... shiok! woke up when everything's over... supper at mac... then home sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is my temper getting worse or is it a lack of sleep? recently i haf less patience. some thing like... if i were to be out with the yishun kakis, and i happen to see so kids eating on the mrt, i might juz burst out scolding them. but i hope tt wun happen. y do i say onli with the yishun kakis... coz they wun feel paiseh mah. imagine if i go out wif a ger then i burst out... i paiseh nvm... but i tink she dunno where to put her face lah. and maybe the yishun kakis can join me in the educational out burst. we believe in good moral education... muahahaha!!! back to the point... where has my patience gone? is it a good thing? maybe i had being tolerating too much in the past... or juz a lack of sleep. go sleep now and see wat happens tml. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;good nite earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8287285662508776121?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8287285662508776121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8287285662508776121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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redang? ho chi minh city sounds so boring. i oso duno, juz followed candice lor. along there's weeboon and maybe hanpin. read up on the nightlife there, found this club call 'apocalypse now'. reviews had it that it's the most happening club in hcmc. hope i wun get disappointed when i go there. i cant find anything else interesting other than admiring the architecture. mostly french influenced. hmmm... or maybe can look at vietnamese gers... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to back date a bit... i passed my circuit assessment on wed! 1 time pass! so happy. after tt went back to sch, juz to put my model in sch. the new sch looks and feels more like a campus. it's an old building right beside shaw towers. met up wif ophelia for movie at ard 3++. skipped dinner as we were not hungry, instead had a drink at boat quay. the archiepelago brewery. strong beer... got so high juz after 1 mug... or is it juz me? it was 8 after drinking. we ate at one of the eating place, and continued with 2nd round at cloud 9. i stepped in and heard someone called me. thot i was hallucinating, but my name juz kept ringing in my ear. i cant be wrong... someone's calling. turn ard and saw this familiar silhoutte. it was albert the chia! so rare to meet someone fr ns at boat quay. o and me sat down and had beer again. sang a few songs and left the place ard 10++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs was a lazy day. i practically laid in bad the whole day. surfing the net and dozing off now and then. so nice to slack one whole day. didn't even want to eat dinner. laze the whole day. till ard 10++, met jj for supper... or can say it's dinner for me. went back home concuss again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno for wat ever reason, i stopped sleeping at 5+. tried going back to lalaland, but failed. so decided to go for jog at 6... despite having a sprained ankle and tight hamstrings (got all these fr last monday's wushu session). ran ard 3++km... then did some chin up. realized i'm getting weak. die lah... how to get the gahmen's $400 in may? but... ... impossible is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ssdc to apply for my pdl. i intend to catch a movie in town after tt. it was 9+. i was hoping for an early show ard 10+. reach cine, and there's no show for me... so i walked down the road to the cathay. no early showtimes... fed up... go home... and then now i am in front of my lappy happily typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna makan now then catch some sleep before work liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life's so slack now... walking in town early in the morning makes me feel like i have nohing better to do. looking at everyone rushing for work, and i have the pleasure of taking my own sweet time strolling. employers wouldn't wanna employ a student, yet i have no lessons for 3 mths, and i cant convert full time at sjps. the feeling is like... reach home at 3am after clubbing, realizing that you've left ur house keys at home, and every soul in the house is in lalaland. so... ya... tt's the feeling. do you feel me? most likely you don't... coz you might be envying me for being able to slack. having an official reason to slack.hmmm... is there time to slack after we r.i.p.? need to prepare for reincarnation rite? who knows down there or up there oso got paper work to do, courses to attend before you cross the bridge to a new life... bla bla bla. i should be sleeping liao! wtf am i still babbling nonsense here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good nite earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-5513923817086334755?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/5513923817086334755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=5513923817086334755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5513923817086334755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/5513923817086334755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/wah.html' title='wah~~~!!!'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6414113234983003240</id><published>2007-04-08T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:19:58.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i like bout work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good feeling of having the sunday morning sunshine on me. decided to have a list of things i like bout working at dragonfly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... where else can u work and party at the same time? great music and great crowd, plus great companion (who are my colleagues)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... customers are friendly, or i can say most of them. troublesome customers r juz spices. most customers r easy to serve, and they recognise us as human and not waiters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... customers come to you and not the servers who look for them. though sometimes there are unlucky days when there's no sales. so time passes very fast. before you knew it, you even missed your break time. but still can go for break. why? it's in the next point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... good manager, good supervisor and good captains. of coz there r bound to be black sheep. but generally the management level cares bout the staff's welfare. not really pampering the staff, but at least i see that they care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... fun bunch of colleagues. so much so that i treat them as friends. i missed those who left, and really hope those still working dun leave so soon. we eat together, get slammed together, and joke bout idiotic customers. fun lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... lastly, great club. sound system is good. the design of the club allows the system to be pumped to the max and not create irritating vibration noises frome the building structure. ok, a bit too technical. but great music ranging from retro, hip hop, rnb, live mandarin sets and some times trance and techno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... and i forgot to mention. pretty ladies! muahahaha!!! not gers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, enuff. gotta sleep. since jan i had not worked on sundays... tonight i'm working. because it's ladies' nite! actually it's not enuff staff to work lah... but long time nv work on ladies' nite liao, time to go see see look look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good 'nite' earth~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6414113234983003240?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6414113234983003240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6414113234983003240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6414113234983003240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6414113234983003240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-like-bout-work.html' title='things i like bout work'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6380200142847761479</id><published>2007-04-06T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:35:45.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm dyeing my hair now. using the wat ever coour i got from the project superstar live show (a free hoyu hwir dye in the goodie bag). tink it's ash brown or wat. dun care, juz wanna change the blondie look. and juz coz i feel a bit shitty during work last nite. so boring. now then i realize having no orders is worse than getting slammed. tasked to look after vip. nb... they oso not really vip. expect them to open more bottles... end up i juz got merely 4 bottles opened for the whole nite... damn sian. at first vv happy got 2 cordon bleu at vip. then took 2 extra orders nearby vip. after tt told to take good care of the vip... end up nothing much for me to do oso, yet cant go down jalan jalan. kept topping up ice and taking free mixer for those so called vip. nb... pui. then they open bottle oso nv open fr me... nb... damn sian lah... fuck. hope later they dun put me at vip again... pui! wanna fight war on the dancefloor. slam me clubbers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muz wait for another 30 min for my hair to evolve. see how i look now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051420613239007538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RhpASL8yaTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CFM42NiZpg8/s400/Picture+34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good bye blondie~~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6380200142847761479?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6380200142847761479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6380200142847761479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6380200142847761479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6380200142847761479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-sucks_06.html' title='work sucks'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RhpASL8yaTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CFM42NiZpg8/s72-c/Picture+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6162058448167032362</id><published>2007-04-03T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:15:50.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;argh~~~ sprained my left ankle!!! long time nv see my ankle swell liao... though not vv big lah... hope not serious oso. better get well soon so tt i can trai for ippt... or else may got no 400 bucks liao... or not even 200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz got e news tt a fren met wif bike accident... quite serious... hope he can get well soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6162058448167032362?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6162058448167032362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6162058448167032362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6162058448167032362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6162058448167032362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/injury.html' title='injury'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-446497142616365366</id><published>2007-04-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:32:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm getting more and more lazy to blog. juz wanna sleep more sia. this week i'm clocking 50hrs for work. still haven really go search for the interior job. postponed last sats interview due to total tiredness at df. dunno they still wan me or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work over the weekend was fun. it juz got more fun working there. eating snake in the toilet... taking back to back orders... burning lamborghinis... squeezing through crowd... carrying fucking heavy ice and squeeze through the fucking packed dance floor at powerhouse and then through df... total shiokness and shagness... and a talk cock breakfast at seah im. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today juz passed my prac 4... amazingly. coz was drunk last nite. fun lah.. drinking with wei cai and evan. double full of shit. reached home at 6.30 after drinking, slept and woke up at 12... lunched, pia cab down ssdc. lucky on time for lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;later gg to sp for wushu training. go stretch my muscles a bit. long time nv stretch and exercise liao. now gonna nap le... zzzzzz~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-446497142616365366?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/446497142616365366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=446497142616365366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/446497142616365366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/446497142616365366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy.html' title='lazy~~~'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-860804005247857977</id><published>2007-03-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:19:36.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoyoyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wassup dudes!!! hahaha, so bored... tell u kaypohs out there wat i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slacking!!! woohoo...! jog swim tan movie ktv drink. wat else can i do. i should spend less lah. tml gg sentosa w zherui. nite working at 10pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm not having lessons at rdi till jul. gonna find a job at some interior firm to get some experience... working at df ain't the best way out. juz got a reply fr a company, asking me to go for interview on sat 1pm. means after my fri 5-6 shift i'll haf to slep less to go for interview. first time interviewing for interior job. not carrying too much hopes tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gonna take this long break to complete my 2b lessons and hopefully take my tp by may. may 2nd is ippt!!! i'm aiming for tt $400. gov money can take muz take... muahahaha!!! so starting to train up too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually not very slack woh... lot's to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047025589777852258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RgqjCJsD52I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RqIUnlbblpI/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047025594072819570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RgqjCZsD53I/AAAAAAAAAJc/xk8k6cBeP-Y/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my kim mohz getting lesser... argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-860804005247857977?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/860804005247857977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=860804005247857977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/860804005247857977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/860804005247857977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/yoyoyo.html' title='yoyoyo'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RgqjCJsD52I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RqIUnlbblpI/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3412724060834948993</id><published>2007-03-26T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:12:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i blog coz jasmine complained... haha. let's start fr last wed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mambo nite!!! no lah... nv sleep on tues nite. literally nv even get a shut eye. but i feel energetic in the morn. met matt at 8 at raffles city starbucks. drink cofee... then eat at bk... damn stressed lah. submission on thurs 12nn. go sch at 9. took out lappies... pia!!! until 2pm eat lunch. intend to finish our board by 3.30 then go and print. the nb the illustrator hang when attempting to save. damn pissed off. angry, frustrated, kept swearing. but at last got the 2 files into my thumby by 4. then me and matt pia to peace centre to print our boards. finally got them printed out by 6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went back sch to pack my barang barang then go art frien buy material for my model. then meet black at city hall to go home tgt. he juz booked out from his omer course. jj joined us at toa payoh. i asked them to come help me with my model at nite. reach home i slept for 3 hrs, then black woke me up. we went for supper... then the whole nite spent on the model. really thank them for the help... without their help think i really cant finish the model alone. thanks black and jj.. though they wun read this lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally finish the model by 7am. then went to sch straight to help matt out on his stuff. finally submitted at 1200. felt so relieved. then had lunch... slacked in class doing my sketches. then tried b-boying in the classroom. let sch at 5 to go grandma's place for dinner. eat until damn full. then anton jio to go boat quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reach home at 7 plus, left home ard 8 to boat quay.. end up i'm the earliest. chilled alone by the river. then cheng you came. we went cyclone, a ktv pub. ash, anton and christina were there. sang some songs, drank some beer and vodka. head down to prinsep street for 2nd round, but left early. reach home ard 1am. then concussed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up early to go sch oso. touched up my perspective and complete my sketches. submitted my pd2 stuff by 12nn... really hope i can passed pd2. went home, sleep, get ready for work. 5-6 shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this day i end work... so on the way home... overslept!!! sleep till woodlands. went home concussed oso. so damn lack of sleep. woke up at 8 then prep for work again. work was ok. so used to it liao... slam nite. but i look after vip... so quite relaxed actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up at 3pm. went out. passed 10 the martell bottle, then headed town to meet jj and black. go town have lunch. kia lai kia ke zho boh lang. then headed home. on the train we were amusing ourselves with this boy sleeping and kept falling onto the boy beside him. they dunno each other. damn funny... kept laughing at them... vv bad ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok... so random... i now high on bailey's liao... and feel so hungry... food food food!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3412724060834948993?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3412724060834948993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3412724060834948993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3412724060834948993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3412724060834948993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-blog.html' title='time to blog'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-4901136809436154727</id><published>2007-03-18T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:03:55.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i should b working on my project now... thurs is submission, but have been partying for the past few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wed while i was working on my perspective, received a call from lawrence, my asst manager from df, asking me to help out in opening on thurs. i agreed to work till 11pm only, coz got 'appointment' after tt. appointment at dbl o lah... haha. so on thurs, after my class, went straight to sjps. so stupid, reach there so early. sit down at the staff resting area and rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work was ok. quite slam for a thurs nite. then when it's 11pm... off i go!!! hahaha. went out of sjps to wait for cab. no cab. walked to vivo taxi stand... still no cab. waited for 15 min... no cab!!! pissed off and took mrt instead. alighted at clarke quay... walked to dbl o. think i was really crazy. with my fucking heavy bag and tube. my uniform was in my bag, and there was a 3l hennessy vsop empty bottle (help 10 to take). so damn heavy lor... walked till i sweat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then saw wei cai near ue sq. outside dbl o met up with anton and cheng you. along with anton were ophelia and stephanie. cheng brought christina along. ash was still in boat quay... so we went in first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;usual stuff... drink drink drink... quite alot. then danced. usual d&amp;d... haha. after a while, one of anton's fren came up to me, told me tt she was looking at me juz now when in df. i was quite flattered lah... got ger tell me this... hahaha. so we danced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the lights came on, went to take my bag... the queue damn long lah. by then i'm already seh liao. but no intention to puke. as the queue gets closer to the toilet, i see pple puking... then i oso buay tahan liao. i abandoned the queue and went straight to the toilet, got a baisin... and merlioned. there i go again. after tt went to balcony... not second round. i juz got a lime juice. then anton and another fren of his, tgt with ah yong, we went to 7eleven to eat. so damn hungry. got to noe there is this instant meepok... damn nice... next time after club can go 7eleven find tt liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday! went out with 10. i bought aviators and a blue flame lighter. she bought some shiny ear studs. i passed her the hennessy bottle. we had dinner at soup spoon. now then i believe soup can make me full. powerz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's nite at mos! before tt drank at barfly. the place quite posh ah... not suitable for me. waited outside mos for bout an hr. a bit pissed. went to 7eleven to get some food... mashed potatoes!!! forever hungry me... wonder how i survived jcc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;titi's fren got us a table in smoove's vip area. derek's dying for trance, so went to main arena with him. then back to table to drink. stoopid matt the b'day boy drank martell fr the bottle volunteerily... crazy... hahaha. we had fun. then i so call pang seh them to look for rebec, who was there too. then 'the-ger-who-flattered-me' came down with her buddy and a guy fren. then i started spending time with them. had vodka cranberry, bailey's w milk, barcardi 151, kamikaze, then a brandy coke. we danced again. i somehow felt something for her... but not carrying too much hopes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but right now... i better get my ass off to do some work man... or else i'll shit in my pants on thurs. jia you jia you jia you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-4901136809436154727?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/4901136809436154727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=4901136809436154727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4901136809436154727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4901136809436154727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-week.html' title='another week...'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-909549708736929386</id><published>2007-03-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:01:13.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b'day bash pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQkkUNfs1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yOyzVNJNdyw/s1600-h/DSCN2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040694089253630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQkkUNfs1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yOyzVNJNdyw/s400/DSCN2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ying fu, jj, larry the lau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQeikNfswI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0LqP0j4n0fM/s1600-h/DSCN2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687462119092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQeikNfswI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0LqP0j4n0fM/s400/DSCN2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jess &amp; funny face me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQei0NfsxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZBpet9_76_A/s1600-h/DSCN2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687466414060306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQei0NfsxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZBpet9_76_A/s400/DSCN2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; funny face jess &amp; me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQejENfsyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yATReszYRIw/s1600-h/DSCN2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687470709027618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQejENfsyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yATReszYRIw/s400/DSCN2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; weng, jiao, bin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQejUNfszI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o9p2H1MZlEc/s1600-h/DSCN2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687475003994930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQejUNfszI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o9p2H1MZlEc/s400/DSCN2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; les, jiao, jul... [my laopo, nu er, er zi]...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQej0Nfs0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EdgLkyMQKzM/s1600-h/DSCN2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687483593929538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQej0Nfs0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EdgLkyMQKzM/s400/DSCN2193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shirley, rebec, me, mich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcu0NfsrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HJF9HhESKSM/s1600-h/DSCN2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040685473549234866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcu0NfsrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HJF9HhESKSM/s400/DSCN2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zhan, me, ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcvENfssI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9NIk-8RxAxI/s1600-h/DSCN2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040685477844202178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcvENfssI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9NIk-8RxAxI/s400/DSCN2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ham, me, candice, qinlei, candice's colleague...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcvkNfstI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BNTw87zg_Tc/s1600-h/DSCN2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040685486434136786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcvkNfstI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BNTw87zg_Tc/s400/DSCN2202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kenneth, me, bryz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcv0NfsuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H3jhJihDSHw/s1600-h/DSCN2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040685490729104098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcv0NfsuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H3jhJihDSHw/s400/DSCN2203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me &amp; albert the birdie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcwENfsvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KD9w46YoutE/s1600-h/DSCN2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040685495024071410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQcwENfsvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KD9w46YoutE/s400/DSCN2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; li meng &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-909549708736929386?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/909549708736929386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=909549708736929386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/909549708736929386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/909549708736929386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/bday-bash-pics.html' title='b&apos;day bash pics'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RfQkkUNfs1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yOyzVNJNdyw/s72-c/DSCN2180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1026776245621494762</id><published>2007-03-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:05:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for once it felt like a celebration. i was happy. i appreciated all who turned up. it was my bad that i neglected some of u. lastly a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very big thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;left home at 4pm. of coz not gg dbl o at tt weird timing lah. went to look for mich's present. from her wishlist, i chose the escada perfume. but who noe's i so unfortunate to choose something that was juz launched. went to taka then found out onli bj seiyu have it. so went down to serch for it. dunno it's my luck or wrong info from the taka aunty... i cant find it there too. shit. so got something else fr the wishlist for her... ysl young sexy lovely... sweet smelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, got the present... so headed down to blue horizon, where mich's holding her party. lucky rebec was there. or else i really feel awkward. had buffet. i'm happy... coz vv hungry... running here n there plus the morning waterfall. so ate 2 rounds: 1.fried rice with curry, 2.mee goreng with fish, plus a longang dessert. very full. tried to psycho mich to go dbl o in the nite... pressure her. but nv cfm she'll go, but i haf to leave. gg sjps to take pay. so went out for a cab to vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met up with jeremy at harbour front mrt. walk over to sjps, then meet jess there. take pay. then we psychoed jess to go dbl o w us. jeremy's celebrating his fren's b'day there too. since jess got 2 hrs to kill, so might awell join us. though she's complaining bout her slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cabbed down to dbl o. went in... got a table... ordered a bucket of carlsberg. larry was there. ade was there with her gang. waited a while then jj, black, lulu, yingfu came. getting crowded at the table liao. the wushu peeps came right after them: bin, weng, kah bon and some juniors, jiao... les and jul came later. the first 2 poison came. by courtesy of df pt servers... jeremy n jess, submarine and waterfall respectively. getting high liao. after a while came a few shots... each of us one... woah... muz dance. jeremy went over to mos instead coz his frenz shifted location. so jess and me went to the dancefloor... when there is only 1 ah pek dancing on the highest podium. we r the only 2 peeps on the dance floor. but enjoyed it lah. seldom got gers can dance so well wif me... then high some more. dun care no crowd oso dance lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when i got back to the table... i see bottles of beer n barcardi breezer pointing at me... the bottles say 'drink me!' ok, not farnie. so every bottle drink a bit. about 6 or 7 bottles... can make up half bottle liao. and then... i was killed by a white russian. i tok a sip and i became merlion!!! on the spot!!! damn paiseh lah!!! quickly go to the toilet to clear up everything. mee goreng was thrown up at the table, friend rice came out in the toilet, plus java chip frappe. but i felt more sober after the merlion session. went back to the table... still paiseh lah... wah lau... then go toilet again to wash my sleeve... kena puke lah. by then ham n zhan were there w lei liao. then saw albert's face... along with bryan and kenneth. auggie came w his gf. mich came!!! haha... so surprised. with rebec, shirley, brenda and frenz. jess left to meet her fren, she killed her 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;music started... so i stayed at the dance floor. joined ade and kailin. danced for sometime, and meiting appear out of no where... hahaha. she went df before that. ade pulled me over for teq shot. i took 1 shot ad nearly puked... so when kailin gave me one more... i insisted in not drinking. really cant take it. i noe i'd merlion again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the whole nite i was running here and there. not spending enuff time for everyone. finally i ended up at pool room bar with my poly clique. candice!!! hahaha... was waiting for her to come onli... coz everyone i expected arrived. there was wee boon too. finally a quiet moment to sit down n talk. chit chat, talk crap, relax. while i was cooling down, candice's flaming up... now she need to dance. back to the dancefloor. no more retro. rnb plus raggae tone. nice~ saw li meng on the platform in front of dj. then joined by my other frenz... dunno who is who liao... nb. dance dance dance... the nite was fun lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gotta end here dudes... in rush of time... the rest not impt liao... most importantly. i really enjoyed myself, and really glad tt most frenz i invite turned up... even rosie came for a while, despite her busy sch work. not like some bugger who was the first to promise and the one to break the promise. lastly again... thanks everyone for turning up and ur presents!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really need to go... pics will come in shortly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;redfox and drunkard co-lived for once...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1026776245621494762?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1026776245621494762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1026776245621494762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1026776245621494762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1026776245621494762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-bash.html' title='birthday bash'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1289192044971623941</id><published>2007-03-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:03:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;q: wat happens when birthday boy works at a club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a: 1 drunkard redfox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fri before work met up wif vivian to get the zouk book. free one of coz take lah... hahaha... zouk some more. had a little chat wif her before moving off to sjps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work started at 5. many opening staff. quite relax. talk lots of crap with jess. when i served my first customer of the day, evan came over, say help me serve. stupid evan... wished me b'day in front of customer... kena a beer from them. went for break and my face was red. jess was oso at break, and she wanted to draw eyeliner for me... she insisted... then i suck thumb. was cursing and swearing at her while she was drawing my eyes. make me look so gayishly-gothic. washed it off before i go down for work again. lucky can wash sia. or else i'll look like a freak for the nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work work work... then saw zhen ling. long time nv saw her since in npcc hq. helped her get her drinks. then work work work... heard my name being announced on stage... announced by celeste... hahaha... happy happy. lucky the full-of-shit evan nv sabo me to go on stage. the whole time working was peaceful... except for the usual problematic customers. finale came after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when all clearing up was done. we sat down. i knew there'll b something for me... but i nv expect a waterfall. nv tried it before. first time. and it's really hot!!! woohoo~~~!!! fr the mouth to the throat to the stomach... let them burn!!! i thot tt was all. the kick slowly set in. while i was walking out of sjps, i was already high. then at seah im... i knew i was gone. cant finish my food... drank 2 teh peng. lucky got andy, jeremy, jess &amp; pris there to talk to me. if i'm alone i'll be concussing at seah im. trip back to yishun was tuff. felt like puking... but held back. kept psychoing myself not to. endured my way fr harbour front to yishun. stoned all the way. cant really walk properly from mrt station to home. but not to the extend of falling down. finally reach home in one piece. bathe. sleep. woke up at 1. cant sleep. too dehydrated. still can feel the hang over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conclusion: there's a problem. not with me. but the waterfall. it's a modified waterfall lah... nb. 1 drink can make me drunk... something is wrong... not with me... but the drink. so... if u r working in nightlife, dun let ur colleagues noe bout ur b'day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dun wanna get drunk tonight... really... juz wanna dance till i drop. retro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1289192044971623941?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1289192044971623941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1289192044971623941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1289192044971623941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1289192044971623941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-7643778938914223648</id><published>2007-03-08T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:59:30.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Re_5jGYvpxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DOxYWQWqCaw/s1600-h/DSCN2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;suddenly had a very strong urge to go overseas. dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;had been wanting to go thailand since after graduating fr poly. but always cant save up for that. wanna try getting lost there... an unplanned trip to an unfamiliar place. lose urself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried shooting in my own room. here's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039520889456011026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Re_5jGYvpxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DOxYWQWqCaw/s400/DSCN2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Re_48GYvpuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ujY-vo3pdAM/s1600-h/DSCN2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039520219441112802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Re_3J2YvpnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ULKqAvuDgOY/s400/DSCN2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-7643778938914223648?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7643778938914223648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=7643778938914223648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7643778938914223648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/7643778938914223648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thots.html' title='random thots'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Re_5jGYvpxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DOxYWQWqCaw/s72-c/DSCN2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1646917337432459666</id><published>2007-03-06T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:16:50.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tian shi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new song from mayday / wu yue tian: tian shi [angel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/698oc--1fAw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/698oc--1fAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you are my angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the child depending on the shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the tear depending on the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the poet depending on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the dolphin depending on the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think i'm gonna get their new album. always loved mayday's music. so full of fighting spirit. so soothing. so innocent at times. filled with love and joy and optimism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after listening to this song, i feel like singing it to someone. hmmm... but that someone hasn't come across my path yet. when the someone come, there'll be a new song waiting for her liao. angel no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1646917337432459666?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1646917337432459666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1646917337432459666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1646917337432459666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1646917337432459666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/03/tian-shi.html' title='tian shi'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8622361146406557197</id><published>2007-03-04T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:20:57.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15hr shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when u think 12hrs shift is insane... think 15hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri evening met up wif 10, at vivo again. i got a pillow for my bd present fr her... hahaha. tt's wat i requested for... something useful. walked walked... then again it's time to go for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach sjps at 9.15pm. stoned. then time for war. short of 4 staff. can feel the pain. i've been taking 3 orders at a time for the whole nite. slammed!!! when i went for break, steven asked for my schedule for next week, and at the same time asked if i could come early on sat. i said can... how early? 3pm was the reply. my mind juz numbed for a while, then agreed. juz whack lah. there were a few of my colleagues working this hellboy shift too. evan and mick decided to sleep in sjps... saving up the travelling time for more shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat morn knocked off at 6, talked cock in df till ard 7, went for breakfast at seah im. i bought towel and underwear at a mama shop there... surprised that they do sell. then back to sjps at ard 8 plus to sleep. chose a room in mono to sleep. we got one of the biggest rooms, with 2 tv screen, 2 sofa sets, and a rocking chair. i was rumoured tt the rocking chair rocks in the middle of the night. but we juz didn't care much... damn tired. slept. woken up by evan at 1pm. stoned for a while. go bathe at the office toilets. went for lunch at station kitchen. had nasi bryani. then go df take drink, went up mono bar chill. time for work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the angela zhang mini concert organised by 933. not much service to do, juz alot of set up to do. angela can really sing. nice vocal. the crowd was of course kids... teenagers... underaged. after tt event, did set up again for operation. late crowd. war started at ard 10. but was better than fri nite. much better. continuous orders but mostly 1 at a time. was already stoning when standing by the vip tables. towards closing, i juz went thru motion of walking ard and collecting empty glasses jugs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally lights on. drank a few glasses. mission acconplished... 15hr shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8622361146406557197?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8622361146406557197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>st. james gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday i simply knocked out once i returned home from sch. woke up. checked the time. 7. for a moment i was cofused... 7 am or 7 pm? coz the skies looked the same. then checked my hp, 1900... ok, good evening. received msgs fr black, asking if i wanna go out, and we agreed to meet at 8.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had no idea where to go. shops were closing. our choices were movie and club. we chose the latter. from clarke quay station, we walked to liang court. got something to fill our stomach at mac. after eating, black went to 7eleven to get something, i waited outside. the night begins there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw one of the bartenders fr st. james power station (sjps). said hi and bye... then suddenly some random girl juz ran up and tap him. on a 2nd look, realized it was one of the cashiers fr sjps, jacklyn, and right behind her was one of my fellow df server, alex! wtf! sjps gathering? it doesn't end there. everyone was heading to mos. jac and alex were drinking at kandi bar with anton. i asked black if he wanna join them, he's cool with it, and off we go to kandi bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first time being inside kandi bar. nice interior, comfy sofas and lot's of optic fibre on the ceiling. the floor was covered with light boxes that were litted by l.e.ds lined up along the sides of the box, and a mirror was used for the base of the box. so standing on to, u r made to see a deep lobang underneath. ok... too much into describing the interior. jason joined us at kandi bar, and we moved on to mos after our drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no queue outside mos. went in. feel the bass. walked ard. found a table. ordered 6 juggies, coz it's 1 for 1. drank a bit. then saw a staff of movida. talked cock a bit, then found out that he's with some powerhouse staff and boiler staff. wtf! sjps gathering??? joined their table. drank, danced, drank, danced, drank, danced. then i received a msg from anton while i was at the dance floor, saying it's urgent. i thot wat happened. when i found him, he asked if i wanna go rav. 2nd round? i had no objections, and it was on. black followed too. wondered if he felt left out with all the sjps staff ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reached boat quay, everyone was hungry, so took a bite at one of the eating place. then we were joined by a whole lump of powerhouse staff! keeto, emma... etc etc etc. sjps gathering??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inside rav, we drank again. think i really drank quite a lot. but not drunk yet. probably the drinks were spread out at fine intervals filled by dancing. there were not much pple in rav. most of them were sjps staff. there we started a cycle of d&amp;d again. and without me knowing, itwas 6am!!! my first time partying till the dawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shared the cab with black and jac. feeling more n more giddy in the cab. felt the drunkness after i reached home. as i laid on my bed, i felt the world spinning... woah... but i managed to knock out without puking. hang over when i woke up. but the nite was fun lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-632724525059796421?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/632724525059796421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=632724525059796421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/632724525059796421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up at 11am, washed up, ate, then out of the house, thinking how my new haircut's gonna look like. walk walk walk... reaching kenny's saloon... then realized the shuttle is down. went nearer to read the notice, "business as usual from 2nd mar". sian half... walk back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;decided to watch movie. jio zhe rui. met up, walked to cineleisure, decided on 'notes on a scandal'. after getting the tix, i asked zhe rui if there's any saloon. the answer was 'supercuts'. my respond was ' so ex'! but i really cant stand my irritating long hair... but in the heart really dun bear to spend on the 'super cut'. but we walked, walked... walked... and walked... and ended up in front of the saloon. let me take it as a present for myself ba. 28 bucks... wash cut wash... result was satisfactory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;straight to the theatre after the super cut. i dunno how to describe the show. juz like the title mentioned... scandal... but i like the story lah... quite dark... evil... wicked... nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lazy bone still pinning me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-5015254818142272043?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1154890914976473413</id><published>2007-02-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:32:36.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel like sleeping now. tired. 2 nites not enuff sleep. sunday nite oso dunno doing wat, slept late... the mon woke up early for bike prac 3. passed again! then to sch for proj work. whole day was work... which ate into the evening, and into the nite, till the wee hours. slept at 3 plus, woke up at 9 this morn. to sch again, rush for today's submission. running to n fro bras basar and sch, and spent ard 20 bucks on material and printing... this course really financially taxing. lucky got dragonfly... haha. juz now had dinner at the kopi thiam near ah ma's place. damn full. first time eat dinner with beer... bloated sia. iekika's fav heineken. but not my cuppa tea man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gotta go bank in money liao... or else my ez-link gonna gimme bad debt again, and then i can book my rtt, and then i can pay up my bills, and then i can... eh... nothing else liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got my perspective to finish tml. wednesdays are always reserved for drawings... i foresee no more mambos. but i'm juz too lazy to start early... damn the lazy bone in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1154890914976473413?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1154890914976473413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>dunno wat to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dunno wat to blog about... juz wasting time here coz too lazy to do work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz counted my ang pao money. despite the fact tt i juz went to my grandma's house, and plus a few more ang pao tt was passed to me thru my mom... i still get quite a big amount. realli surprise tt one of my relative gave 100 bucks! damn stunned. tt's e biggest contribution to my income this cny. think the ang pao money will contribute to my b'day party fund... muahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;intend to haf my b'day d&amp;d at mos. not dinner and dance ah... it's drink and dance. actually wanted to haf it at dbl o, coz cheap drinks. but mos send e-mail promoting a b'day package... quite worth it, so decided on mos instead. but 2 weeks many things can happen... so still yet to confirm... tt's y nv send out sms invites yet. wait ah wait ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thinking of cutting my hair too. but still quite like my blond + black combi. but i juz cant stand long hair lah. so used to short hair. then i got this ash brown dye at home... dun think using it lah... hair damn dry liao. suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tml gg for bike prac and theory trial test... haven really study oso... hahaha. lazy lazy lazy. go nap some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2533972052007233590?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2533972052007233590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2533972052007233590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2533972052007233590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2533972052007233590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/dunno-wat-to-blog.html' title='dunno wat to blog'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3240800195895496845</id><published>2007-02-22T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:20:20.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>protege</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to catch protege today after lesson. watched it alone again. i like watching shows alone. more room for thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the very first phrase for thoughts: i do not know which is scarier... emptiness? or drugs? wat do u say? i did not think of an answer... but after lulu say drugs are... it juz trigger me to say drugs r innocent. put drugs beside man, man can choose to ignore. emptiness manipulates man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when u leave ur laptop on the table without care and it gets stolen, who do u blame? most likely u'll curse the one stealing ur precious. so... drug dealers are not at fault in causing pple to take drugs? the drug addicts deserved to suffer. but my say is... everyone will say 'not my fault'... human nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;human r powerful, coz they haf the power to choose. other animals don't. i used to tell myself not to regret my every decision. coz i made a choice and i noe the consequences vv well. those who regret r those who nv think before deciding. those who nv think of consequences deserved to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last scene was sad. to noe tt ur most trusted friend actually put up a show for u for so many yrs, and gave u a tragic ending. sad thing to happen before one dies. what's worst? not knowing the truth... forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lastly... zhang jing chu is pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034362870835006242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/protege.html' title='protege'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rd2mW5qJSyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3bsjBOTfF70/s72-c/zhang+jing+chu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8258773488820324848</id><published>2007-02-21T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:07:21.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gatherings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvqnpqJShI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xG6I3i-Psi4/s1600-h/DSCN2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rdvqn5qJSiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QpLYslJ4IiU/s1600-h/DSCN2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvqoZqJSjI/AAAAAAAAADE/rUxDPID4_T4/s1600-h/DSCN2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvqopqJSkI/AAAAAAAAADM/2o15oFLyKOY/s1600-h/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rdvqo5qJSlI/AAAAAAAAADU/8fJVpSQXZDA/s1600-h/DSCN2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up wif 10 in the evening. Took a cab down to pick her up along yck rd then headed down to vivo. Walked ard, I finally visited page one bookshop. Interesting interior with various focus areas. Loved the drawings by a Chinese artist, it’s a series of portraits of Chinese mythical hell officials… beautiful. We had dinner at ljs, then walked ard again to find a place where we cal chill till I go for work. Ended up in starbucks. we chatted for bout an hr before moving over to st james. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033878793661008642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvuF5qJSwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eUiUD_D-jb0/s400/DSCN2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033878797955975954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvuGJqJSxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZfJPhxffRqI/s400/DSCN2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was tiring. Damn slam. I’m stationed at vip area and still I had endless work to do. So shag tt I knock out immediately I reach home… didn’t even bathe… zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to city hall to check out which eating place is available for 13 pax. Made a reservation at billy bombers. Met up with peh peh first… then the rest joined us a while later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033878776481139410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvuE5qJStI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OzNYHaEZThE/s400/DSCN2108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033878780776106722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvuFJqJSuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/opTWxcfmLNc/s400/DSCN2109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033878789366041330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvuFpqJSvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yHrhpNR-c-c/s400/DSCN2111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033876225270565474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvrwZqJSmI/AAAAAAAAADc/y1pa9kJSiZQ/s400/DSCN2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033876229565532786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvrwpqJSnI/AAAAAAAAADk/2Q0OiUvLilg/s400/DSCN2114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was damn filling. Post dinner activity was chilling out at loof. Shiqin came after we finished our drink, so we moved to le barougue to haf our 2nd round. We drank beer and played some card games, and some chicken wings… then some of us danced a bit before we leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033876233860500098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rdvrw5qJSoI/AAAAAAAAADs/euE04ggi88o/s400/DSCN2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033876238155467410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvrxJqJSpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OJf4-Xe5ZIk/s400/DSCN2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033876242450434722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvrxZqJSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aEoEUqTT1mo/s400/DSCN2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033877380616768178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvszpqJSrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/--_USca_Kfc/s400/DSCN2142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033877384911735490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rdvsz5qJSsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9X5DW5euv6U/s400/DSCN2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in yishun, jj yingfu n I had supper. Not prata this time. Bak chor mee, mee sua and mee pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy. Really enjoyed the gathering. Talking cock. Long time nv had such an outing. Realized actually everyone was busy with their own stuff. This is one of those simple little things in life tt makes us happy. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Noticed the caps? Did this in ms word before blogging, coz no internet access at this very moment (210207 0345hrs). good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8258773488820324848?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8258773488820324848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8258773488820324848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8258773488820324848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8258773488820324848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/gatherings.html' title='gatherings'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdvuF5qJSwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eUiUD_D-jb0/s72-c/DSCN2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-4254555592050837535</id><published>2007-02-18T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:02:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too little too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Too Little, Too Late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qj3gYVn0boo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qj3gYVn0boo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say the words but boy it don't feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do ya expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you say you've changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But boy you know your begging don't fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because to you it's just a game (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let me on down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause time has made me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm starting to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna say this now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your chance has come and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a little too wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just like the chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah yeaaahhh... It's just too little too late... Mhmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I gave you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it wasn't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now you wanna communicate (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go find someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In letting you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm loving myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You got a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But don't come asking me for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just too little too l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atea little too wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just like the chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can love with all of my heart, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I have so much to give (I have so much to give)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With a player like you I don't have a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's no way to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohhhh... mmm nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeaahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a little too wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just like the chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know it's just too little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus (fading):]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a little too wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just like the chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-4254555592050837535?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/4254555592050837535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=4254555592050837535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4254555592050837535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4254555592050837535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-little-too-late.html' title='too little too late'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-2277026734783456413</id><published>2007-02-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:27:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woohoo!!! it's chinese new year eve! most chinese families should be having their reunion dinner... and i juz had mine. some will be heading down to the 'river angpao', some will go chinatown, some will stay at home to drinks n gamble... me? dragonfly! work lor. i have nothing better to do if i dun work. there's no proj tt needs me to rush during this festive season, there's no relatives for me to entertain at home, and all friends will have activity with their families. working on eve and 1st 3 days of chinese new yr isn't tt bad after all. morning go collect angpao, nite go work earn money, can club while working oso... fun wat. dunno tonight will there be countdown at dragonfly or not. nye was fun... but wun expect much from cnye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday went to chinatown wif zhe rui. walk ard those stalls and the hot thing this yr is the taiwan muah chee. 100g for $1. i bought 1kg. actualli i bought less than 1kg, but the stall owner go and top up to 1kg... nb. then gimme those not nice ones... cb. we walked some more and discovered there're some selling at 80 cents per 100g! then there's 1 selling 1 plastic bag stuff all u can at $5. felt cheated... but nvm lah... cny mah, muz be happy. the 2 of us kept popping those muah chee into our mouths... till we got sick of them. but i like the pineapple tart and the strawberry flavoured ones. nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;besides those cny stalls, we oso went over to chinatown point and yue hwa. end of the day we end up in ann siang rd. visited some high end street wear boutique... like: front row (woods &amp; woods), red wolves (evisu), venue (puma)... and there r some more. found some nice chill out places there too. we walked thru ann siang hill park... and found out tt we were vv tired after walking for so long... so home we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032461080791173586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdbksJqJSdI/AAAAAAAAACE/jrxAQp7vj4I/s400/DSCN2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chinatown w/ cny deco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032461089381108194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdbkspqJSeI/AAAAAAAAACM/oigmzsi0RqQ/s400/DSCN2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zhe rui... pledging tt he'll get the reward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032461093676075506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/Rdbks5qJSfI/AAAAAAAAACU/qmvif533Zqc/s400/DSCN2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me... trying my best talking to mr. hairyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032461097971042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdbktJqJSgI/AAAAAAAAACc/tCUfosXQIAM/s400/DSCN2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;batey... erm... dunno her lah... vintage~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-2277026734783456413?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2277026734783456413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=2277026734783456413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2277026734783456413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/2277026734783456413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-eve.html' title='cny eve'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RdbksJqJSdI/AAAAAAAAACE/jrxAQp7vj4I/s72-c/DSCN2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-907931048990027493</id><published>2007-02-16T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:41:00.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beautiful friday morning... start of the super long weekend... start of my cny workathon. gonna work during the cny period, plus tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday sent meff off at the airport. he's gg over to australia for his studies. there were aze n zhe rui too. we were earlier than the one who's supposed to take the flight. we then had breakfast at bk, and i had to leave for class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reach class, touched up my perspective tt was done on the previous nite... meaning i did not sleep again! not unusual lah... rosah came into class and said there was nothing to teach, so we had the whole day sketching. she returned our assigments. i failed 2 of them... juz passed one... damn demoralized. but then... the last assignment came back to me... the perspective i spent 1 nite doing. i cant believe the marks i got for tt. 8.5/10! so damn happy. nv expect to even pass tt. i take it as an encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did some work after class... then went home ard 6. supposed to go chinatown with zhe rui... but i concussed. really. without myself knowing it. woke up this mornng at 8am... thot it was evening... lost in time. then went for jog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;later gg chinatown... muz go sia... take some photos... bring back some atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-907931048990027493?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/907931048990027493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=907931048990027493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/907931048990027493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/907931048990027493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6221698028628078047</id><published>2007-02-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:55:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today is valentine's day!!! but no special date this yr. oso no need to trouble bout wat gift to buy. instead, i got myself a gift. i passed my 2b prac lesson 2 with 1 try! so happy. blind spot and figure-of-eight course is my phobia back then when i used to learn at bbdc. wat a gift for myself... muahaha. aze, i'm gonna catch up wif u man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;accompanied jj to look for a gift for his gf. walked the whole of far east, and finally found a bag. nice~ after tt went home to slack... totally dun feel like doing my perspective drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went out to town wif 10. accompanied her shop. went to kino to get some ideas for my perspective drawing. we ended up i far east... again. walk n walk... nothing catch her eye. then we decided to catch a movie. went to cineleisure, coz the box office at lido sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apocalypto is not on the screens anymore...sad. watch the show by leon lai, rene lau &amp; fang bing bing, the matrimony. a film with a rare theme... romance horror. not really scary, though there r a few stunning scenes. but i feel it's more like a love story. i'll juz give it 2 stars lah. lucky nv watch on weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz now went for a jog oso. slowly preparing for ippt. i want tt 400 bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6221698028628078047?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6221698028628078047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6221698028628078047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6221698028628078047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6221698028628078047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-6708655594135673372</id><published>2007-02-10T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:25:32.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think i long time nv blog liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monday nite went to meet candice, ham and qinlei. dinner at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;waraku&lt;/span&gt;... nice food!!! it's supposed to be our poly clique reunion dinner, but end up many can make it. but it's good seeing them again. candice's working at &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fancl&lt;/span&gt;, qinlei's still flying w &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;silkair&lt;/span&gt;, and ham ham the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; steward. kept listening to their stories of flight service. and candice oso complained bout her irritating customers. come to think of it, all studied architecture but end up in the service line... including me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tues we had an 'one-day assignment' for design studio. we're suppose to complete the project by the next morning. so we were expected not to sleep. matt and reza were wif me. we stayed over at reza's place to finish the assignment. models, drawings, rendering. so much things to do. but we still managed to finish them. we were lucky to have 3 pple, while the rest had 2 or 1. we still had fun thru the nite. playing guitar and singing, eating lotsa snacks... actually wasted lots of time... hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wed morning zombied to sch and submitted the work. went home and knocked out. woke up in the evening to meet rebec for new yr clothes shopping. went wisma to jalan a bit... but end up getting my stuff from &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;heeren&lt;/span&gt;. a t-shirt fr &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;re-&lt;/span&gt;, a checked shirt fr &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oppt shop&lt;/span&gt;, a white leather belt fr the leather shop in basement (dunno wat name), lastly an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everlast&lt;/span&gt; watch fr &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;city chain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to meet zherui after shopping. was supposed to meet ade to go &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt;, but she's gg o bar first. so go mos wif zherui, coz got free entry. when we reach mos... saw the queue... i decided not to go in. damn long queue lor. all gg for the free entry. so i dragged the rest to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;zouk&lt;/span&gt;... woohoo!!! turn out to be a great nite. 1st time dancing up the platform on the side... shiok sia. but didn't see my fav ger there.. or maybe she cut hair i dun regconize. ade joined in for a while, with yujing, kailin and one of their fren. we stayed till the lights were on. went supper at river valley makan place, then home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i did not sleep. got work to do man... muahahaha! my elevation rendering need to touch up. so without sleep, went to sch... zombied again. shitty time at rosah's class. dun wanna talk bout it. after lesson went home and off to dreamland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday! went to sch to redo my rendering. handed up... then go work. 13 hrs endurance service! but fun lah... hahaha... though really shag. got to see aze in action... hahaha. most unfortunate incident: dropped a beer jug for no reason. too engrossed listening to customer order, then the jug juz slipped fr my finger... diaoz. most fruitful event: i lighted a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flaming lamborghini&lt;/span&gt;. i used to smoke my customers out wif a small flame. this time wif lawrence's guidiance, i did it. and the customer was cherin!!! how coincidental... haha. she's become prettier liao, so nv recognise her... but she recognised me instead. after work had breakfast with anton and eric. then home sweet home, bed sweet bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now... relax lah. later working at 10 leh... hope got free drink for me. meeting jj to talk cock first... he seemed troubled. gtg get my dinner. btw, anyone wanna date me for valentine's? i'm still available ah!!! muahahaha~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-6708655594135673372?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/6708655594135673372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=6708655594135673372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6708655594135673372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/6708655594135673372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday.html' title='a saturday'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-4893710418127858842</id><published>2007-02-05T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:47:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proj superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was a fine sunday morning when i juz knocked off and walking to seah im food centre for breakfast, and then i saw dear auggie and bryan at the food centre too! what a coincidence. being a friendly guy, i walked over to say hi... and there my fine sunday became a shag and sleepless one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they were about to enter sentosa for their beach v.ball comp, now they cant find albert the chia. 1 man short. so... being a kind soul... and partialy coz of the temptation to play ball, i helped to replace berdie. and there goes my sleep. argh~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;left the island at ard 2pm. straight ater i reach home, showered, changed, out i went again to meet the hotel wing daren supporters. along came angela and may... the 2 irritating kids... muahahaha!!! over at indoor stadium we saw some of our ex platoon mates too! like fabian, t.j, derrick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027964516786593058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RcbrFrZVXSI/AAAAAAAAABg/dlc4n4rHKZY/s400/652246139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the 'daren hotel-fans'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;due to the fact tt we got our tix fr daren's sister, we're sitting with the fans... and we muz wear the daren t-shirt too... how funny to haf ur ex platoon mate's face on ur t-shirt... no choice lah.. hahaha. it's indeed an experience to be part of the fans... though we r not really his fans lah... juz showing support. we're supposed to be sitting in the last row... but then were shifted to the first row of the rear section. and i do not noe due to wat reason, we were given some big posters with daren's chinese character one on each board. me and kenneth were acting fans thru out the whole show... muahahaha~~~ damn funny lah. we shared 1 poster that says 'superstar daren'. wen ever he performs we'll juz shake tt poster board. it turn out to be quite tiring ah... shag sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027963382915226866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RcbqDrZVXPI/AAAAAAAAABI/neViNavleYQ/s400/DSCN2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me &amp; kenneth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027963395800128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RcbqEbZVXRI/AAAAAAAAABY/K4JhoaKPxb8/s400/DSCN2033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheering 'fans'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eventually it's time to reveal who's the superstar. i've never being so engross in wanting to know who'll be the winner. diya seemed to be winning, and her fans were damn active lah... cheering, screaming. daren's fans were 'cooler'... muahaha. i was feeling tt daren had slim chance of winning, yet i do want him to win man. i never cared so much for such a competition before lah... hahaha. like small kid sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027963387210194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RcbqD7ZVXQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JLYw3ju_JhM/s400/DSCN2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the superstars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the result was announced, i felt the sense of relief too. hahaha... sounds so stupid, y get so tensed when it actualli wun concern me? but the atmosphere is there lah... got drowned within the fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got home quite late. still had 'dinner' with angela n may. slept at ard 2am. then woke up at 9.40 this morning to go for my first 2b prac with black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at first felt quite anxious. the last time i ride on a bike was 2 yrs ago! but it's something one can hardly forget lah, something like bicycle and swimming. once i get into the main circuit and the cornering and banking... i can feel it coming back lah... woah!!! cornering was fun. i got quite pissed with the drivers instead. so slow. the max i went was 3rd gear... and nv stay on it for more than 50m... sianz. luckily i confessed that i ride before. so dun need to stay with the beginner grp like wat black went for. i passed the whole of lesson 1 on the first attempt. gonna book for lesson 2. quite glad tt my sense of riding is coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027968373667224882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RcbumLZVXTI/AAAAAAAAABo/gsLPltpEqaM/s400/DSCN2014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my head gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-4893710418127858842?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/4893710418127858842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=4893710418127858842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4893710418127858842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/4893710418127858842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/proj-superstar.html' title='proj superstar'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GH_EN0ZLnEA/RcbrFrZVXSI/AAAAAAAAABg/dlc4n4rHKZY/s72-c/652246139l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-911577006892045524</id><published>2007-02-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:53:21.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye recoverd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no more sore eye liao... had some bailey's last nite and it miraculously went away!!! muahahaha~ slept ard 5 plus in the morning... couldn't fall asleep. spent my sleepless nite tidying up my room a bit, and looking for hyori's new vids. she's juz damn hot lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHGVMdIKcoU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHGVMdIKcoU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;throat getting better, can talk liao, but still pain sia... wondering how to work tml... use sign language meh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today had an uncomfortable train ride from sch to home. had this guy boarding the train at dhoby ghaut station, and sat beside me. damn! wonder wat was he thinking. cant confine his physical mass to his own seat vicinity. he's not fat. bloody hell kep leaning towards me. nb... wanna push him away liao. then he fell asleep and lean on me some more. stepping on my tail liao. i didn't push him back, juz lean more to my other side, and juz let him fall man. and dunno why so unlucky, both him and the other guy sitting beside me seem to have big balls, open leg so big... nb. si ah neh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-911577006892045524?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/911577006892045524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=911577006892045524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/911577006892045524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/911577006892045524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/02/eye-recoverd.html' title='eye recoverd'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3835069732647472252</id><published>2007-01-31T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:30:24.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suffering again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suffering from sore throat and sore eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cant really talk man... so dun call me for the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dunno y so unlucky, kena sand in the eye... nb... still haven come out... blink blink, pain pain... argh~~~ suay kia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suffer suffer suffer... for 1 mth i have not been having good health... suffering... argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3835069732647472252?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3835069732647472252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3835069732647472252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3835069732647472252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3835069732647472252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/01/suffering-again.html' title='suffering again'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-1786323316101956369</id><published>2007-01-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:31:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging wif black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had been meeting black these 2 days. dun tok bout work lah... sun after work went home, and left home again to meet cheng you. we went to 'ah boy' to look for helmet. he's getting bke soon, and i'm re-learning. my old red helmet was too striking i think, so got a black one, but the shape oso quite striking lah... diaoz. but i like lah... still got some jap wordings at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went home after getting the helmet, then left homw again. met up wif black to go orchard. am supposed to do my new yr shopping. so we went ard hunting for shirt, shoe and jeans. saw some nice n affordable jeans at gap. then some damn ex ones fr g-star. but nothing appealed to me. then saw a nice floral shirt fr proj shop. proj shop oso haf some nice tees... nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then it was dinner... for me onli lah. black wasn't hungry yet. had yong tau fu... coz i'm having a very bad sore throat... i cant talk man. argh!!! headed towards far east after dinner... and surprisingly we spent almost 2 hrs at far east. mainly looking for tees and shoes. i juz wan onitsuka for shoes. saw the design i like but no size.. so sad. then it was dinner 2... eat again... accidentally ordered something spicy... die... lagi no need to tok liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next stop... dfs. for wat? go see liquor lah. showed black the damn long escalator. he timed the ride... 1min 10sec... powerz. then see see look look at the liquor... then go over to wheelock. the exact target was star three-sixty, where they sell onitsuka tigers...woah!!! but even at such a specialty boutique, they still dun haf size for the pair i like... sad sad sad. it's already 9 plus. shops closing. so home we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was damn tired lah, ko on the train, then reach home, online for 30min, then dreamlanded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monday morning! go sch for proj, but basically spent the whole session looking at onitsuka tigers, and play online games from miniclip.com. got do work lah... but most of the time slacking. surfed pass this webby from onitsuka tiger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therunningfishgutter.com/splash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.therunningfishgutter.com/splash.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funny clip... u guys can enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met up wif black in the evening again. this time we hunted ard somerset. dinner at cine. went to leftfoot at cine to try my luck on onitsuka tigers. and i found it!!! woah... bought a pair of fabre (short for 'fast break') in red n black stripes on white shoe... nice~ 149 for my long awaited onitsuka tiger... worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(see it at &lt;a href="http://www.asics.co.jp/onitsukatiger/products/shoes/THK21A.html"&gt;http://www.asics.co.jp/onitsukatiger/products/shoes/THK21A.html&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then it was heeren... walk walk walk... nothing attractive. then went centre point to see the new wing... damn small lah... nothing much oso. then walked down to ps... settled in starbucks. then i switched on my lappy, n we started looking for bikes... muahaha~ conclusion: class 2b realli not many options lah... honda sp, vespa, scrambler, phantom, wave... wat else? showed black how r1 look like, and he's in love wif it too... muahaha~ our goal in 2 yrs time. r6 for him, r1 for me... muahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k lah... tired le. see when can go shop for my shirt. think no need jeans this yr lah... no idea wat jeans can i get liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good nite dear readers... good nite onitsuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-1786323316101956369?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/1786323316101956369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=1786323316101956369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1786323316101956369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/1786323316101956369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/01/hanging-wif-black.html' title='hanging wif black'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-3625575786990473348</id><published>2007-01-25T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:00:01.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so free ah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recently got more time to blog... coz work lesser liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today after class so eng till go shopping alone. went to topman to get their 53 bucks jeans. got a pair of black straight fits. making payment tt time so paiseh, card kena declined... lan lan go atm draw cash lor. lucky bank got enuff money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually i look damn skinny in tt straight fit. should get one size bigger... gonna show my chopstick legs...muahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will get another pair lah... this one appetizer nia. waiting to take my pay... and waiting for pple to return me money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-3625575786990473348?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/3625575786990473348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=3625575786990473348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3625575786990473348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/3625575786990473348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-free-ah.html' title='so free ah'/><author><name>drunkardredfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550298194344315087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e4/drunkardredfox/forblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20365654.post-8352906931465950380</id><published>2007-01-25T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:10:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;registered for class 2b course at ssdc. did it online... still need to go down physically to do the eye test and to collect the booklets. gg down w black on monday ba. i oso a bit lazy ah. aze... here i come... joining u in the biker gang... muahahaha~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the urge to shop is coming... but no one gg wif me... anyone??? thinking of what to get for this new yr. dunno wat jeans, dunno wat shirts. i onli noe i wan &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;onitzuka tiger&lt;/span&gt; for my shoes. waiting for my dec pay to come... ammo loaded, ready to fire! muz set aside for my bike lessons oso lah. so muz look for cheap n gd buys... hahaha... call it: operation new year clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20365654-8352906931465950380?l=drunkardredfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkardredfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8352906931465950380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20365654&amp;postID=8352906931465950380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20365654/posts/default/8352906931465950380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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