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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2800992165940544325</id><published>2010-04-19T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:41:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she my Autumn?</title><content type='html'>(500) Days of Summer is presented in a non-chronological format, each scene being introduced by which of the 500 days it is. The plot as given here has been rearranged in chronological order. It is important to note cinematographically that the film opens with day 488 the scene where Tom and Summer are seated at a bench and the audience sees Summer's ringed finger as the two hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) works at a greeting card company as a card writer. He has a few friends and is seemingly happy with his life. One day at a meeting, Tom's boss (Clark Gregg) introduces the board room to Summer (Zooey Deschanel), his new assistant. He is immediately taken by Summer's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom talks to his friends about how much he likes Summer. While at first he plays things cool, he is convinced she is "the one" after an exchange in the elevator over their mutual love of the Smiths. He spends two weeks pining over her and executing awkward attempts to initiate conversation, but can't hit a chord. An opportunity arises when Tom's best friend tells him that the entire office is going to a karaoke bar the following evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom arrives at the bar as his best friend is singing. He sees Summer and she seems happy to see him. Summer goes up and sings while Tom drinks with his friend and watches Summer. Summer then gets Tom a little drunk and has him sing karaoke. Afterwards, the three sit together and talk about relationships and love, during which Tom and Summer argue over whether or not love is real, with Summer saying it isn't while Tom says it is. The two agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While helping Tom's friend to a cab, Tom's friend blurts out that Tom likes Summer and the two are left on the sidewalk. Summer asks if it is true and Tom, after some coaxing from Summer, says that he likes her (but adds "as friends"). Summer calls him "very interesting" and leaves Tom standing there on the sidewalk. The next day at work, she kisses him in the copy room. Once Summer's copies are finished, she simply ignores Tom and leaves the copy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and Tom go out and have fun in the city. As they spend more time together, they become closer. Summer shares her most intimate thoughts and stories with him, while Tom takes her to his favorite spot in the city and tells her about how he was studying to become an architect before he ran out of money and was forced to work for the Card Company to sustain himself. As the two walk around Ikea, they joke about living as a married couple in the store's demonstration rooms, but as they're about to kiss on a bed in a store, Summer makes it clear that she isn't looking for anything serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They return to Tom's bedroom and start to make out on his bed. He goes into the bathroom and convinces himself that it's just casual fun, reminding himself to just take it slow. As he walks out, however, he sees her lying naked on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks out the next morning, dancing and upbeat. He's in love with Summer and on top of the world. After a singing and dancing scene, Tom arrives at work and starts suggesting high quality slogans for cards, all the while thinking of Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things go well for a few weeks. However, one night in a bar, a random guy starts hitting on Summer. She makes it clear she isn't interested, but he won't believe she's with Tom. After taking some more insults, Tom stands up and punches the guy. He awkwardly smiles at Summer before the guy gets up and beats him down. She takes Tom to her apartment and yells at him since she thought he was not acting cool at all and did it for his own sense of self. Tom starts fighting back. He yells that everything they are doing isn't a friendship, and that even though she doesn't want to label things, he thinks that they're in a relationship because Summer isn't the only one who gets a say. He storms out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two go to bed. Tom contemplates calling her, but doesn't. She comes to his apartment and apologizes. The two have a heart to heart and share their past relationships. She tells him about her bisexual experience, her first relationship and her relationship with "The Puma". The two seem happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks pass. Summer and Tom go out and see a film. She starts crying as she sees the ending of The Graduate, as Dustin Hoffman and Katharine Ross escape a wedding and their looks of joy and excitement slowly vanish. Summer tells Tom that she's exhausted and wants to sleep, but Tom convinces her to go get pancakes with him. Whilst waiting for their order, Summer blurts out that she thinks they should stop seeing each other. Tom is taken aback and asks why if they were so happy. Summer says that she isn't happy. As the pancakes arrive, Tom stands up and leaves. Summer tells him not to leave because he is still her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's friends call his little sister, Rachel, who bikes to his apartment. Tom is upset and she makes him explain what happened. He recounts the break up. He is adamant that he doesn't want to get over her, but get her back. His depression worsens and begins to affect his work. His boss calls him in and he asks if Tom's performance is related to Summer leaving. Tom tries to play it off, but his boss tells him that everyone knows. It is made clear that Summer also quit her job at the card company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass. One of Tom's co-workers is getting married. He takes the train to go to the wedding and sees Summer on the way to his seat. He tries to hide, but she sees him and approaches. They talk and go get a coffee. The entire weekend is spent together. At the wedding, he asks her to dance and they have a very romantic night together. She invites Tom to a party on at her place. Tom is hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's expectations for the night are to make his dreams a reality. However, as he arrives at the party, the differences between his dream night and that night are hauntingly apparent. He barely talks to Summer and finds comfort with the bottle. He then sees Summer showing off her ring and her fiance. Tom loses it. He leaves without a word, angry and hurt that Summer would treat him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom spends the next 5 days in a catatonic state. He leaves the apartment once to buy orange juice, Twinkies and Jack Daniel's. He eventually returns to work, just in time for the weekly presentations. His best friend reminds him that today is the day they present their pitches for new cards. Halfway through the presentation, Tom decides that his beliefs of love, fate, and relationships were wrong. He gives the board a passionate speech about how their company is comfortable feeding people lies and that they are the reason people have such unrealistic expectations. He quits and leaves. The board is left stunned as his best friend awkwardly claps at his friend's departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is seen struggling with his depression. He slowly begins to take steps to help himself. Rachel tells him that he should take a second look at Summer and Tom's relationship and stop ignoring the bad. He realizes that there was always something Summer was holding back and kept her from truly being "in" the relationship. He begins to take up architecture again. He trashes his apartment and begins drawing on the walls and designing. He slowly builds up a portfolio and makes a list of firms to present his work at. One by one he is rejected. Once the firms dwindle to a handful, Tom begins to lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom goes to the bench at his favorite part of the city. He's gazing down at some of the buildings when Summer calls out to him. She compliments his looks and tells him she knows he's angry. She also tells him that she's happy to see he's doing alright. Tom confesses that he now realizes that all his ideas about love were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer points out that it wasn't. The girl who didn't want to be anyone's girlfriend was now someone's wife. She tells him that with her husband, she knew what she was never sure of with Tom: that she was in love with him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She also tells Tom that if there's no destiny, she might have easily never randomly met him in a deli. She tells Tom he was right, but just not about her. She holds his hand and squeezes before telling him that she needs to go. Tom tells her he's happy that she's happy, but makes a point not to congratulate her on her marriage. She smiles and leaves Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is on his way to a job interview. As he sits there, waiting to be interviewed, a girl across the waiting room calls out to him and asks if they've met. She tells him that she's seen him sitting on a bench in Tom's favorite spot, which is coincidentally her favorite spot as well. Tom says he's never seen her before, so she replies he probably was not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom jokes that since she's the competition he hopes she doesn't get the job. She returns the wish. The interviewer calls Tom in, but as he's walking he turns back and asks the girl to get some coffee afterwards. She tells him that she is meeting someone. However, as Tom turns around, she agrees and says they'll work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom smiles and introduces himself. She smiles and introduces herself. Her name is Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2800992165940544325?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2800992165940544325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=2800992165940544325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2800992165940544325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2800992165940544325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-she-my-autumn.html' title='Is she my Autumn?'/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-864424196513083007</id><published>2010-02-27T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:02:27.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3.30am. i guess starhub's 9-630pm every damn weekday has made me uber gian to stay up late or rather made me miss staying up till so late as i always used to. so now when i get the chance im like a tiger let loose. rarr. ultra stay up till i dowanna slp, mama. i guess deep down somewhere im just this noctornal sonofabitch who really loves the night, the deep silence of the solemn, windy, dark dark night. with me all alone and the com. as usual just the random surfing around of social website aka facefckinbook. it used to be friendster where i would waste my time away on doing nth but just refreshing every god damn friend's page waiting for updates / looking over my own profile pictures again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this starhub job once again highlighted to myself how godamned slow my brain is and how godamned dumb i am at really catching things. i really cant help myself. fcking dumb slow-ass brain of mine. duno know anything, cant learn anything, wont understand anything. fcking dumb. i wondered how i ever got through all the psle o lvl and a lvl. education system damn screwed to have let me passed through. i dont know why im just so bloody slow at understanding simple concepts / logic. my brain just dont function like normal people! i swear! learning driving is like that. serving ns as a commissioned office in tfc is like that. now at starhub its also like that. i swear this is why i keep asking those repeated, incessant (dont even know e meaning of e word just feel like using) , pointless questions i ask other people. nabil, rongjun, jingwen, bel, weicheng will know. actually, its not just them. EVERYONEFUCKINGONE KNOWS I ASK GODDAMNSILLYBRAINLESSUNNECESSARYQUESTIONSREPEATEDLY hor ernestanxinhan. fckingstupidarren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, i finally know, not finally but since a long time, not really long cos im always in self-denial, that, i dont miss you. i just miss being in a relationship. its not just gher, xher, or zher. its all just fckingme despratme. aaarr abstain, detach, disengage. abstain detach disengage. come on do it. repeat after me. abstain detach disengage. nb i took e effort to type tt shit thrice becos bloggger.comz dont allow copy and paste here. so u'd better get that drilled into your muthafuckin head mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delete no, block on msn, stop stalking on fb. what else you know? you should just end your life idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like rab lai's fb status. some shit like: no expectations , no false hopes, no heartbreaks = more happiness --&gt; ok tts mine version. dont bother checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now badminton also play until so cui. so chui. so cui. chui. cui. you dare to hold up your racquet again? people smash only cannot defend. net also cannot net. so fckin short to smash. smash also hit the net. eh. throw e racquet at him better laarrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now climbing strength all gone. or rather did i have it in e first place. then now wanna get back also like start from negative one. climbforfuck. chalkbag and pearlaceup can just keep using even if got mould growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain so retarded still want to do robotics. bluff people money. dont know anyting ride on other's expertise and just cos of some puny past experiences/accolades keep thinking you're some big shot compared to others who have been in the industry for so long PLUS doing it as a real full-time job. what am i? small fry who duno his own limits. bu zhi liang li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now run 1:30 interval also want to die. last time train until 1:25 also no kick. now cannot even do 1:35 i think. how to get gold for ippt ns. still talk so much cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng vs biz.&lt;br /&gt;nus mecheng vs ntu biz.&lt;br /&gt;nusmecheng vs nbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riverside vs pon de floor&lt;br /&gt;sidney samson vs major lazer&lt;br /&gt;can some dj pls pls pls mix for me.&lt;br /&gt;lurve the beat. riverside. pon de floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entire post very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:put_myself_down@darren.blogspot.com"&gt;put_myself_down@darren.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; horz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-864424196513083007?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/864424196513083007/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;2. get the perfect body (arms chest abs)&lt;br /&gt;3. get a tan&lt;br /&gt;4. do a brazilian wax (nether region legs armpit)&lt;br /&gt;5. dye my hair&lt;br /&gt;6. keep a new hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;7. get a car license&lt;br /&gt;8. get a bike license&lt;br /&gt;9. do piercings&lt;br /&gt;10. get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;11. shape my eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;12. do face threading&lt;br /&gt;13. put braces&lt;br /&gt;14. learn a new language&lt;br /&gt;15. go travelling&lt;br /&gt;16. revamp my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;17. revamp my room&lt;br /&gt;18. get my ippt (ns) gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;its my life imma do what i do and if you dont like it its cool f*ck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4468267103130853851?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7402495147566887573</id><published>2009-10-29T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:56:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://student.brightsparks.com.sg/studentjobs.php"&gt;FOR JOB OFFERS:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jobscentral.com.sg/profile/recruitexpress/index.php?jid=188353"&gt;http://jobscentral.com.sg/profile/recruitexpress/index.php?jid=188353&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jobscentral.com.sg/profile/recruitexpress/index.php?jid=188322"&gt;http://jobscentral.com.sg/profile/recruitexpress/index.php?jid=188322&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jobscentral.com.sg/profile/bgc/index.php?jid=187182"&gt;http://jobscentral.com.sg/profile/bgc/index.php?jid=187182&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/collegesandprogrammes/Pages/undergrad.aspx"&gt;http://www.ntu.edu.sg/collegesandprogrammes/Pages/undergrad.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ENGINEERS SALARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.brightsparks.com.sg/showthread.php?t=3410"&gt;http://forum.brightsparks.com.sg/showthread.php?t=3410&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note. im still looking for job lobangs. pls intro me some. pm me.&lt;br /&gt;another thing. just tag sayin u think biz or engin suit me better.&lt;br /&gt;or rather base on whatever knowledge of how you know/perceive me, do i suit engin or biz better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7402495147566887573?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7402495147566887573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7402495147566887573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7402495147566887573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7402495147566887573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-job-offers-httpjobscentral.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7030393352276692802</id><published>2009-09-23T14:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:53:22.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bz1FUGAG8Aw&amp;amp;hl=" width="430" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HX3NJALELk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="430" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="mymovie" name="mymovie" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/cne_flash/production/media_player/proteus/one/proteus2.swf" width="432" height="362" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="playerMode=embedded&amp;amp;movieAspect=4.3&amp;amp;flavor=EmbeddedPlayerVersion&amp;amp;skin=http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/cne_flash/production/media_player/proteus/one/skins/gamespot.png&amp;amp;paramsURI=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.gamespot.com%2Fpages%2Fvideo_player%2Fxml.php%3Fid%3D6199246%26mode%3Dembedded%26width%3D432%26height%3D362"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just when you thought this blog is dead. dead for 4 mths lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.play-asia.com/paOS-13-71-z3-49-en-70-3dw8.html"&gt;http://www.play-asia.com/paOS-13-71-z3-49-en-70-3dw8.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/wii/rpg/monsterhunter3/index.html"&gt;http://www.gamespot.com/wii/rpg/monsterhunter3/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;monster hunter tri on wii who cares abt ps3slim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my 21st bday present anyone?  "D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7030393352276692802?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7030393352276692802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7030393352276692802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7030393352276692802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7030393352276692802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6431624961829047261</id><published>2009-05-13T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:11:56.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ernest:&lt;br /&gt;cant make ur own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;cant accept facts.&lt;br /&gt;can you be a man anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren:&lt;br /&gt;yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernest:&lt;br /&gt;THEN?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh cadet u better wake up your idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6431624961829047261?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6431624961829047261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6431624961829047261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6431624961829047261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6431624961829047261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/05/ernest-cant-make-ur-own-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5325357215968392343</id><published>2009-04-15T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:29:46.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelie your idea'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>running. i did 1.25 for intervals tt time. i felt great and proud at my own achievement.&lt;br /&gt;i improved. somehow. but thats just intervals. when its long d, my mind just becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im losing my muscle mass. im shrinking alreadddyyy noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta clear my ippt fast and get the gold soon. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cadets are in already. amongst them are ben from tj oac and soda frm tj councilor. and ronnie seah frm xps meiting's batch. lol. we did some xiong pt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get my bunk and bloody freakin stay in cos the travellin to and from camp is killing me. the transport fare and the food from canteen and spec mess. i spend easily $10 a day.&lt;br /&gt;10 x 5days per week x 4 weeks = 200.&lt;br /&gt;200 + weekends chillings = roughly 500.&lt;br /&gt;1k allowance - 300 forced savings - 200 parents - 500 = wow well done darren. u're fkin left with nothing for absolutely &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOTHING at ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solution for above? stay in plus indent bfast lunch dinner SFI. SWEET. at least i can save $200 more. anyway come home also nth to do. and i miss being a soldier alr. being a civilian is too costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and er. YOU TOOOK MY HEART AWAAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90/10 Principle&lt;br /&gt;By: Steven Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover the 90/10 Principle.&lt;br /&gt;It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations). What is this principle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? By your reaction. You cannot control a red light. However, you can control your reaction. Do not let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us use an example: You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit zone. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started te rrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B. Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C. Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D. Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is “D”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day. Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, “Its ok honey, you just need to be more careful next time”. Grabbing a towel, you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minute s early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.Why? Because of how you REACTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says something negative about you, do not be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You do not have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you lose your temper?&lt;br /&gt;* Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall Off)&lt;br /&gt;* Do you curse?&lt;br /&gt;* Does your blood pressure skyrocket?&lt;br /&gt;* Do yo u try to bump them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive. Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you stressed out? It will just make things worse. Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all must understand and apply the 9 0/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It CAN change your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well erm. change my life pls. i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5325357215968392343?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5325357215968392343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5325357215968392343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5325357215968392343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5325357215968392343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/04/running.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5568370897571329308</id><published>2009-04-14T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:33:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to shalynn. read me like a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5568370897571329308?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5568370897571329308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5568370897571329308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5568370897571329308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5568370897571329308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-shalynn.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8664581738264896717</id><published>2009-03-25T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:28:42.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>extend or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if extend. extend 3 mths normal pay 1k? or extend 6 mths regular pay 2k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta setttle down fast and start climbing again. missing out too much on vball, badminton, tanning, pool, fitness and climbingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i wanna buy a new shoe.&lt;br /&gt;2. update my new 8gb mem stick for my psp&lt;br /&gt;3. faster take cadets&lt;br /&gt;4. get my fire and motivation to be a well respected officer&lt;br /&gt;5. hope comms ball goes well&lt;br /&gt;6. go mambo zz.&lt;br /&gt;7. get back my old bonds and ties w my fellow climbers. it feel likes e gap is growing wor.&lt;br /&gt;we need some ultra mega get-together again and play POLAR BEAR AND HUNTER again.&lt;br /&gt;8. get my drivin license.&lt;br /&gt;9. start savin up till 5k like bel. -_-&lt;br /&gt;10. get a family portrait done w me in no1 and sis in grad robes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-8664581738264896717?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8664581738264896717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8664581738264896717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8664581738264896717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8664581738264896717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/03/extend-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1682830957480108885</id><published>2009-01-30T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:23:39.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" it is common for people to fear how they are judged before another and i would think twice before i want to give bytes of info that may give an unintended impression. everything that is said and done seems so scripted to make things look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things like "i just won 20 bucks at mahjong!" may make people think i'm a mahjong junkie. "shiok ah 8 to 5 job in army" may make people think i'm a slacker. "i'm an officer" makes people have a generally good impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be forthcoming to a complete stranger? "graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Army starts again tmr. We’re that close to commissioning. 21032009. They always said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OCS was 9 long months, but the 9 long months has finally come to 7 weeks. Before long I’ll be counting the days to my commissioning using my fingers.&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I really miss going to school. Today’s visit back to NY made me realise how much I wanna be a student again. Being a student &gt; being a soldier, lol. Even with the exams. " jiajie (pls dun charge me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random points:&lt;br /&gt;0) see my blog archive. the rate at which i update my blog. average 5-10 entries a month last time. now 1-3 entries a month LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) away to thailand 30jan to 15feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) in the mean time i'll be missing out on CITYALIVE, bouldermania and the rest of cny. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) by e time i come back. it'd mean 32km route march for csb. man routemarch again. and it'll mean last 2 weeks in arty institute. and den 3 weeks of SAFTI OCS. man i wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm lookin forward to all the formal dinners and ceremonies of commissioning. comms parade, dinner, comms ball, ACPC.. will you be my comms ball date pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i see all e climber officers all enjoyin ns life all rather slack not so chiongsua anymore. i cant wait to be like them man. den finish up my drivin license and concentrate on beach vball and gettin back my muscles and strength for climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) oh ya boulderactive falls on my comms parade. zz. means prob climbers will hafta choose btw watchin my comms parade and boulderactive. and also means i cant go boulderactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i hope thailand will be fun. not xiong. alot of eye-openers and sight seeing and enjoying of scenery and may the weather be merciful on me. dun be too hot or too cold (which apparently is the case now in thailand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i've learnt abit more abt pool frm elwin alr. level up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i want joey's list of clubbing music and have my own itouch and spam all the songs in it to groove to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) i wanna go back to safti ocs for 3 wks of joint term. im lookin forward to the month of march. but not so to the end of feb where i gotta do csb. routemarch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) i wanna mahjong summore, lan more, chill more and climb more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after i come back frm thai 15feb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1682830957480108885?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1682830957480108885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1682830957480108885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1682830957480108885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1682830957480108885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-common-for-people-to-fear-how.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-640743963956834352</id><published>2009-01-04T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:01:15.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Jiajie's blog. He should start charging me for copying and pasting his every other posts here. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a title="'Permanent" href="http://shortlegs.lah.cc/2009/01/04/sawadee-crap/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Sawadee-crap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04Jan09&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Thailand today. It’s going to be another fast-paced, suffer outfield thing, though I doubt it’ll be as imba as JCC back in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;I’m really dreading this Ex. Crescendo thou. Then again, what I’m afraid of isn’t the perils of living outfield (9 days again lol). I’m more afraid of not being able to perform up to expectations, esp in missions where they’re out to access you. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, the only good thing I can see is that the next time I blog from this computer, I’l be about 8 weeks away from commissioning!&lt;br /&gt;8 fucking long weeks lol zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some similarities being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im gg outfield for 3 days 2 nights too. except in spore. Ex. Firestrike.&lt;br /&gt;32km tactical march. FBO. (yes F***BO), plus the Forward Observer's bag, plus all the extra fo load plus weapon.... i just hope god will bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. its an assessment exercise. if u fail or u dont score well enough, u dun commission. woot. moving with the infantry troops and calling for fire is another realm in my NS life so far. it has really taken me to another level of understanding and its NOT easy. so much info to upload into ur head. "afraid of not being able to perform up to expectations, esp in missions where they’re out to access you"&lt;br /&gt;plus i repeat. 32km march. WITH FBO. k 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "I’l be about 8 weeks away from commissioning! 8 fucking long weeks lol zzzzzzz."&lt;br /&gt;ok well. that's that. i'll be going thailand for Ex. Battleking on 30jan? CNY? 5 days after my bday? nice celebration hor. its ARTILLERY LIVE FIRING WORHS. i'll see how arty kill ppl. "With the baptism of fire, Arty cadets are now ready to be commissioned blahblahblah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about army. major chillings so far have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. mahjong through the night with sooo many people. soo many times&lt;br /&gt;2. night cycling into the new yr of 2009 with the climbers. ( like last yr)&lt;br /&gt;3. sentosa at least 6 times these past weeks. nice playing with people who really knows how to play vball. zhengrui + yanberg = fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. movies? ipman only =( i wanna watch yes man stil hvnt watch.&lt;br /&gt;5. dota - the kill friendship game&lt;br /&gt;6. opps hvnt been climbing. lol&lt;br /&gt;7. Nintendo Wii! its fun! but lame. but stilll, fun! mario kart, bowling golf boxing tennis. errrhh!&lt;br /&gt;8. xmas gathering w climbers was nice and heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;9. i think shalynn is a very strong girl. and i hope she stays that way. i know she will.&lt;br /&gt;10. created a Forced Savings account ( My Savings Account ) in posb. hopefully will save enough from the army allowance to tide me through Uni life. 4 years hardly any income how to survive lol.&lt;br /&gt;11. i wan my license soon and drive manual car zoom zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. its ex .firestrike. zzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-640743963956834352?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/640743963956834352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=640743963956834352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/640743963956834352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/640743963956834352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-jiajies-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6435043194426139889</id><published>2008-11-23T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:55:30.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soc on monday.&lt;br /&gt;just to get 8.59mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atp for the entire week. that means going to range and lots of arms maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to get marksman. i want the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg to get confined sat 8am to sun 8am. =((((&lt;br /&gt;after so long. im finally serving my confinement on 291109. my very first ever. virgin experience. i hope i dont waste my time and that it doesnt get too boring. u can sms me if u like =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long weekend is abt to end.&lt;br /&gt;friday night prata supper with sis and dad str after booking out.&lt;br /&gt;sat morn sentosa. hot sun hot sand hot bods and vballs. made a few ADA friends. they're quite cool. caught chihuahua at vivo w jw and limzy. ultra big threatre vivo lol. had long talks with limzy. man, i miss e club. home. dota. quite shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's left tmr. SUNDAY. BOOK IN DAY. pls make it eventful tmr... pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6435043194426139889?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6435043194426139889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6435043194426139889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6435043194426139889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6435043194426139889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/soc-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7126566210628706658</id><published>2008-11-09T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:02:46.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had ippt on friday. 23 pullups (one less :c ) 9 shuttlerun 56 situps (they minus my situps again dont believe ask ernest) 243 sbj and..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.32 fastest ever 2.4km!!!! woOOHOOoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la sorry weicheng i know still very slow. and i know u very fast. sorry. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really mental war in my head before ippt, before the 2.4km run. esp after the 4 static stations, waiting to do the 2.4km run. damn nervous. always just 9.44mins away from gold. the feeling of butterflies in stomach, adrenalin rush ( or sometimes e lack of it ) and all the mental thoughts keep running through your head... man.. its quite torturous u know? anyway im done with ippt in common phase. yes common phase only. still got 2 more ippt sessions in specialised phase. boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw e night before i stayed up till 3am. cos i couldnt slp. cos i got caught by instructor for using hp to msg climbers to climb on sat. ALL TKS TO SHA who refused to help me msg cos she wanna mug -_- i spent the whole night worrying and thinking abt the punishment they would give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 X CONFINEMENT THIS WEEKEND. THANKS AR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summore fri-sat is Exercise Milo. ie 2d1n field camp. ie sat night den end exercise. means if i confine i wont get to book out at all for the weekend. means stay in 2 weeks in AI. OMG. summore this is my first i repeat first ever time being confine. well done. i broke my own record. i scarred / black mark / ruined/ failed/ everything negative u can think of by earning this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 X CONFINEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i  got to book out on fri night. our first ever fri night book out in AI. and at least i managed to try tj's new boulder wall. cool wall cool colour cool gradient of overhang and cool routes. though i've become quite chui and i deproved quite a lot from the last few sessions. DAMN SAD. i dowanna lose my bouldering techniques!!! gotta train and maintain fitness in camp. and thats only the bare minimum i can do. maybe install fingerboard inside bunk can train abit of finger strength so can own terence next time we climb on sat. ERRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2major exams over. ippt gold. i left SOC to clear. which is this wed. pls pray for me. I wanna pass it with less den 9.30mins so tt i've cleared soc and ippt. pls pls pls let me do below 9min for soc on wed ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days in bunk desmond lau taught us break dancing. i've learn 1-2 moves here and there. the "very basic baby freeze" and a not so smooth grass cutter. anyws. im proud to be learning sth new everyday in AI. like how weicheng and jy can have so much admin time to go mess and slack and play pool and go gym and chiong weights and play guitar and play pool. at least i learn how to break my bones and sprain my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im appointed cadet battery sergeant major. oh my. i hope i do well and dont screw up my appointment and i dont wayang like caspar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now day out with climbers feels good. make me feel whole again. too bad next week dont have. BUT NVM TTS Y TODAY HAVE. SO I CAN SURVIVE NEXT 2 WEEKS IN CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING U HERE AGAIN in 2 WEEKS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that clear?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7126566210628706658?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7126566210628706658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7126566210628706658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7126566210628706658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7126566210628706658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-ippt-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-615981163099987521</id><published>2008-11-02T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:58:37.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>71/08 guys are really just counting down to thier comms parade. its like what, around 6 weeks left? dec 13th. this date must be contsnatly ringing in all their heads now. like really holding their breath everyday and just counting down. i dont think any female can understand this feeling of waiting or anticipation  of the guys serving ns. its really a mental process. from today till that very day, they wake up telling themselves not to do anything wrong. not to screw something up. just hope everything passes by smoothly and like how rongjun puts it, " cross the finishing line" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on that very special day, i'll have like so many friends commissioning. jingwen from air wing as an ADA officer, rongjun from mids wing as a "i-dont-know-his-vocation" navy officer. not to mention grahams imba badge of JCC UPON HIS CHEST as an INFANTRY officer and of course weicheng as logs officer. next time can ask him help indent stores LOL.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention all my other jc friends and tekong mates in all the other wings in ocs and the other vocations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be able to accept the fact better that im still 3mths behind them. BUT i really cant help but envy them commissioning so soon. its really inspiring and i hope it affects me positively. to put me in the right state of mind for long till its finally my turn. heh. march 09. im waiting for you to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phase in my cadet life now is really the "results" period. now we have two major exams on this coming tues and wed and all the many socs and ippts test which is really important as it affects your assessment as a cadet greatly. on a lighter note, i've gotten my IPPT GOLD! whee. i cant really be that excited since this is the first time i dont get my full marks. for my first time in life i jumped a miserable 234 and got a pathetic 4 pts for sbj. FIRST STATION some more. nevertheless my strong will and determination did not stop me from doing my best in their other stations and eventually getting my gold. but still im not like over the skies kind of happy cos its not my best performance, in fact my worst, performance for ippt. 24pullups 9s shuttle run 53situps 234sbj (wth) and 9.4 2.4km. im not gonna blame the automated sbj machine which many arty cadets do ( cos it srsly sucks cos u jump - 20cm of how much you jump on the normal sbj mats ) and not gonna blame the sit up machine for deducting at least 5 of my sit ups because i go down and come up too fast. ULTIMATELY I GOT MY GOLD i should be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next friday got another ippt and if i dont get gold again. i'll have remedial training on saturday. means book out at 10am on saturday. means cannot climb in sch. means cannot try the new wall. means i 2 weeks nv get to climb. means i dont get to touch the tiles. means i still dont get to try the new walls in sch after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOO i must must must get my gold again on friday and im gonna freaking improve my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues and wed is major Survey and Gunnery exam. i hardly studied. and its really alot of content and alot of knowledge to squeeze into your head cos they are really new to me. its really like maths and physics combined together and theres so much calculation and formulae that one question of calculating the angle and distance to fire the arty round easily takes up one whole A4 size of white paper. both sides USED mind you. and its just to find the angle and distance to fire off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common phase&lt;br /&gt;specialised phase&lt;br /&gt;integrated phase&lt;br /&gt;JOINT TERM... chocolate bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left 5weeks to the end of common phase. den i get to choose my specialization. whether to choose more chiongsua specialisation or more studying and intellect speacialisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im just looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finisishing both exams on tues and wed... den have games after the exam in the evening on wed...&lt;br /&gt;to do well in ippt on fri and get gold so i no need to have remedial trng on sat...&lt;br /&gt;climb in sch on sat...&lt;br /&gt;end of common phase...&lt;br /&gt;choose my specialisation.. (exciting!)&lt;br /&gt;start specialised phase which i hope will be more relaxing early ro more lights out and more friday book out..&lt;br /&gt;long block leave 15-22dec...&lt;br /&gt;xmas eve and xmas off. 24-25dec..&lt;br /&gt;new yr 010109..&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year...&lt;br /&gt;my bday...&lt;br /&gt;EX. BATTLEKING in thailand. (woot fire real arty rounds!)&lt;br /&gt;joint term........................&lt;br /&gt;march 09!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now... study for your exam la talk so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-615981163099987521?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/615981163099987521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=615981163099987521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/615981163099987521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/615981163099987521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/7108-guys-are-really-just-counting-down.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6108660816253760390</id><published>2008-10-01T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:49:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posted to Artillery Institute at Khatib Camp. The bunks and toilets are really new almost comparable to a hotel. We need to do a lot of studying and learning. Its really like back to schooling days where you have to attend lessons and lectures and have to mug a lot. There are so many tests, quizzes and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably what I'll be doing in overseas outfield exercises. Ex Battleking lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBjGyt0Ga9Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBjGyt0Ga9Q&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6108660816253760390?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6108660816253760390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6108660816253760390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6108660816253760390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6108660816253760390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-posted-to-artillery-institute-at.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-3041093190293883955</id><published>2008-09-17T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:05:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shingles"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shingles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/shingles/shingles-topic-overview"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/shingles/shingles-topic-overview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nsc.gov.sg/cgi-bin/WB_ContentGen.pl?id=174&amp;amp;gid=33"&gt;http://www.nsc.gov.sg/cgi-bin/WB_ContentGen.pl?id=174&amp;amp;gid=33&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is shingles?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shingles (herpes zoster) is a &lt;a onclick="return sl(this,'sp','embd-lnk');" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/viral-infection"&gt;viral infection&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a onclick="return sl(this,'sp','embd-lnk');" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/spinal-nerve-roots"&gt;nerve roots&lt;/a&gt;. It causes pain and often causes a &lt;a onclick="return sl(this,'sp','embd-lnk');" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/shingles"&gt;rash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return sl(this,'sp','embd-lnk');" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/shingles"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on one side of the body, the left or right. The rash appears in a band, a strip, or a small area. Shingles is most common in older adults and people who have weak immune systems because of stress, injury, certain medicines, or other reasons. Most people who get shingles will get better and will not get it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What causes shingles?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shingles occurs when the virus that causes &lt;a onclick="return sl(this,'sp','embd-lnk');" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/chickenpox-8250"&gt;chickenpox&lt;/a&gt; starts up again in your body. After you get better from chickenpox, the virus "sleeps" (is dormant) in your nerve roots. In some people, it stays dormant forever. In others, the virus "wakes up" when disease, stress, or aging weakens the &lt;a onclick="return sl(this,'sp','embd-lnk');" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw-popup/immune-system-7922"&gt;immune system&lt;/a&gt;. It is not clear why this happens. But after the virus becomes active again, it can only cause shingles, not chickenpox.&lt;br /&gt;You can't catch shingles from someone else who has shingles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the symptoms of shingles ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first symptom is a burning pain or tingling and extreme sensitivity in one area of the skin. This may be present for one to three days before a red rash occurs. A group of blisters then forms on a red base which looks like chicken pox lesions. The blisters generally last for two to three weeks, during which time they accumulate pus and then crust over and begin to disappear. The pain may last longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How severe is the pain ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The pain is severe enough for the doctor to prescribe pain killers. A long-lasting painful complication of shingles called post-herpetic neuralgia occurs in some older patients. This may last long after the shingles have healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is shingles contagious ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shingles is much less contagious than chicken pox. People with shingles can spread the virus if blisters are broken and a susceptible person (someone who has never had chicken pox or who is already ill) is close by. The people who are at risk include babies and those who already are ill such as cancer patients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-3041093190293883955?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3041093190293883955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=3041093190293883955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3041093190293883955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3041093190293883955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/httpen.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1642688314000523717</id><published>2008-09-16T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:54:02.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bullshit and Brilliance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles along for the company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old poodle thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral of this story....&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with old farts.. age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1642688314000523717?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1642688314000523717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1642688314000523717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1642688314000523717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1642688314000523717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/bullshit-and-brilliance-wealthy-old.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4682282193468783070</id><published>2008-09-06T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:19:00.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF378SnMHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/onY1HikKGik/s1600-h/One++Big+Family!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603312916148338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF378SnMHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/onY1HikKGik/s320/One++Big+Family!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF38aX3YcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CJ5r3TKSKXg/s1600-h/DSCF1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603320991244738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF38aX3YcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CJ5r3TKSKXg/s320/DSCF1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF38-US9QI/AAAAAAAAAZM/20cG1U1HkWU/s1600-h/DSCF1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603330639951106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF38-US9QI/AAAAAAAAAZM/20cG1U1HkWU/s320/DSCF1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about tonight’s that we’re not fighting&lt;br /&gt;It couldn’t be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear its true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You’re impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you that I would never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I’m yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you’re asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You’re impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rained everyday during Scorpion King (Attack). Damn tired. Was Exercise PC. Screwed up badly. Going outfield again for Scorpion King (Defence). 4 days. Confirm plus chop sure rain. Rain + digging trenches/shellscrapes/command posts = bad news. Really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been going outfield so much I feel like I’m living in the jungle. In the past 3 weeks I probably have seen more insects/spiders/stuff like that than I have seen in the past 19 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather’s really being a bitch. Raining outfield is really the nightmare of all soldiers. It’s been raining so much my LBV (Load Bearing Vest) is like really clean now. Before we went outfield I was intending to come back to wash my LBV cos it has mud stains and stuff all over it. Now I look at it and it’s like so damn clean cos Big Brother up there decided to do me a favour and wash my LBV for me while I was outfield doing breaching drills (unintenionally he also washed myself and my wing-mates in the process without any drying services included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve totally lost contact with the real world. I cannot remember the last time I held a real converation, how it feels like to watch a movie, and I totally had no idea it was Teachers’ Day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dig shellscrapes. Good bye!"&lt;br /&gt;---jiajie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in camp. i had so many thoughts. i wish i could pen down easily. loggin onto the com and bloggin would be fast but very slow to start up and wait for page to load. writing pen to ppr is even slower. ur hand cant move as fast. so well. i wanted to share my thoughts on arty vs infantry. the pros and cons of both vocation in my own opinion. but well. tmr is climbing day. so i shud leave tt post for later. go slp now la. ltr late again. zz. go climb. enjoy the day. go out haf fun. refresh reset for scorpion king and do well as a sect comd for scorpion king! den come back and enjoy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go darren! the theory of doing things even tho u dun feel like it but just do to tell urself u've done it when u suffer durin scorpion king. zz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4682282193468783070?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4682282193468783070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4682282193468783070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4682282193468783070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4682282193468783070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-thing-about-tonights-that-were-not.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SMF378SnMHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/onY1HikKGik/s72-c/One++Big+Family!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5357347352038485200</id><published>2008-08-26T08:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:51:00.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whereisaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/routefast-march-theory.html"&gt;Route/Fast March Theory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: The shortest man's widest stride cannot match the tallest man's widest stride because of the difference in length of their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time in BMT when I did my route marches, I never walked in step. We did walk in step at the start but all followed their own timing after a while. I felt it was good because everyone can walk at their own happy timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to OCS, all the route/fast marches conducted had to be done in step. That is everyone walks to the count of one timer. It is really tiring keeping up with the timing. The timer comes from the middle and it's very fast. Most of the time, I am controlling and limiting my steps and not able to stretch fully. No one can fully stride as well. So I asked the conducting officer why do we have to march in step and wouldn't it be better and more efficient if everyone marched their own pace. He told me it was for the sake of compromise. Fair enough. Then, I came up with the theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the shortest at the front to the tallest at the back, the first 3 cadets will open their strides wider than normal walking but at the same time, at a comfortable pace. Then everyone behind will follow the first 3's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: The pace will be slower, the distance covered will be the same, everyone will be less tired, everyone marches in step. Efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, what do you think about this? Does it make sense? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from &lt;a href="http://www.whereisaaron.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.whereisaaron.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its surprising that this is coming from him cos he is arguably the tallest guy in our wing. and i least expect him to come out and comment as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;needless to say. this comes in conjuction with tonight's 16km route march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES ROUTE MARCH 16 KM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright guys. mind over body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5357347352038485200?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5357347352038485200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5357347352038485200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5357347352038485200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5357347352038485200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday-august-21-2008-routefast-march.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4482342808864341572</id><published>2008-08-10T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:32:59.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56AE1UHtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lJMqSqNm2HM/s1600-h/DSCN1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232753958767042258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56AE1UHtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lJMqSqNm2HM/s320/DSCN1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56AU5DtSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9iYbXozBqSI/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232753963077711138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56AU5DtSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9iYbXozBqSI/s320/DSC01714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56Aqwah6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GEdAaHuiJoc/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232753968947038114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56Aqwah6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GEdAaHuiJoc/s320/DSC01717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56BPFZ-RI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nG4IIMp_e0Q/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232753978698758418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56BPFZ-RI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nG4IIMp_e0Q/s320/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56Bag1L0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ff6D8RYW104/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232753981766577986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56Bag1L0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ff6D8RYW104/s320/DSC01734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR LEFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LEFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LEFT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BRUNEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TEKONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did soc. damn shag like what tzesam and weicheng said. im so slow. i wanna have a faster soc timing. we did route marches. i must say the mental build up from knowing you have a route march on this so and so day till the day itself is really torturous. the day before the march my mind will be flooded with so many thoughts. then when you do the march itself again your mind is like having a war. the battle between falling out/ giving up and pressing on to finish the damn journey. the last 2km of the 6km fast march was my most enjoyable one. hardly felt the pain i used to feel. finished it really quickly and in high spirits. kudos. hope that means my combat fitness has improved and that i can pawn tzesam in fast march now. KIDDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparation to tekong field camp is also quite tedious. last week i was really dreading it. this time around i am quite looking forward to it. faster throw me some shit and let me suffer in the dirt and sun. i wanna SUFFER more AGAIN. so i can come out stronger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civilian life always a problem. climber-turn-soldiers goes everywhere for training. junyu and ter go 3weeks taiwan. graham go 21days brunei jcc. rongjun go out sea for dunno 3mths. bel already at 10days tekong. weicheng also going taiwan in sept. i also going 10days tekong. LIKE THAT HOW&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weicheng will tell you how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fieldcamp. i hope i will enjoy and have fun. =D&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/7208393-4482342808864341572?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4482342808864341572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4482342808864341572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4482342808864341572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4482342808864341572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-left-your-left-your-left-right.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SJ56AE1UHtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lJMqSqNm2HM/s72-c/DSCN1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7992425381845200532</id><published>2008-07-27T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:05:48.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like the army song. "...living for the weekends." how apt. we just go through the motion on weekdays and look forward to weekends. when you start your day on a monday morning in ocs, you're like holding your breath all the way, all the way till weekends come then you let out that long breath. then you live for that few hours out in civilian world. then its time to hold your breath again and the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday afternoon book out. meet up with friends for dinner. catch 1-2 movies. hell boy 2, red cliff, dark night, x files. then chitchat till past midnight. cab home. sleep. wake up late the next sunday morning. play dota, use com, pack stuff. go out with family for dinner. then book in.&lt;br /&gt;we lan-ed last night. 12pm till 4am after watching x files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like. you do things because you know you wont have a chance to in the next 5-7days to come. even if the urge is not there, you just do it. to just let yourself feel better and tell yourself: see i've done this, i've done that over the weekends. i've done all i could to spend my weekend well and to utilise it while i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week the 3 main physical training would have to be 4km fast march, 8km endurance run and SOC familiarisation run down. weicheng did 7.45min for SOC, remind me to beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...same old shit again.&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/7208393-7992425381845200532?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7992425381845200532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7992425381845200532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7992425381845200532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7992425381845200532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-army-song.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4226470307379545708</id><published>2008-07-24T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:25:14.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IPPT came and passed. and once again... Darren you've done me proud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 pullups&lt;br /&gt;8.8s shuttle run&lt;br /&gt;67 situps&lt;br /&gt;260 sbj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDD.. check this out.. 9.4mins for 2.4km. WOOHOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok larh its nth. very slow in ocs i know. but i improved from 11mins fat,slow, airforce FEP Darren, to a true blue WING PT IC of SIERRA WING DARREN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyheyhey. check the prev post man. see the targets which i set for myself. i broke almost all ok! im uber proud and satisfied. well done darren. weekends is yours to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i quite dui for my 2items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos LTA Twelve said that the best for each station will have thier name and picture posted on the board. and i topped two stations pullups and shuttlerun. but but but the sit up and sbj i got 2nd highest!!! wtf!!! sit up highest 72. i 67. if i had done AFTER Fredrick did 72, i would surely have done more! and sbj highest 270. i 260. and its becos my right foot was just inches/centimetres behind the 270cm mark so the instructor decided to give me a 260 instead of 270. ~!@#$%^&amp;*()_+ if not i would have topped all 4 stations and have my face printed everywhere. ERRRH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my 2.4km seriously needs improvement. fastest was 8.49. im 9.4. i needa improve by 1min. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway friday is muster parade already. wing appointment ics are supposed to step down and hand over to the next batch already. kinda sad. cos i like my role my appointment and my epaulette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thur and fri is live firing for SAW and SAR21. den sat hopefully we get to play games. been long really long. since i last touched a ball and played sports already. damn hope i still have some ball sense. vball or soccer? movie, lan, club, shopping anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to junyu... i got my gold too =P have fun in taiwan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4226470307379545708?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7592807610826028070</id><published>2008-07-21T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:06:29.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1month into ocs training already. ok according to buddy. this wednesday marks one month. oh he just added to say if we count by weeks. its one month already. ok screw it. i just wanted to give some statistics and figures to start of my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training is really quite taxing both physically and mentally. just like in the prev post in jiajie's entry.. they really have no qualms pumping in a 7km endurance run and a 4km route march the very next day. this week would have been one up a level from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was 4km fbo routemarch and 7km endurance run and interval training 6x400m with 1.30mins per round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... by the law of PROGRESSIVE TRAINING in the SAF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be 8km endurance run and 6km fbo routemarch and IPPT BACK TO BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be 8k run. but it rained. so become in house pt. hundreds of jumping jets.. push up, crunches, squats and stuffs like that. and tmr is 6km route march. thanks to rongjun. he told me to see this as yellow route. 24km in tekong was mega roof. not this is just a simple speed route. im not supposed to falter. tks rongjun. i like the climbing analogy alot. tmr i shall flash my yellow route with ease. no complains darren. no complains. finish it strong and grow one level stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ippt on wed. i really wanna get my gold. i really wanna hit abt 25 pull ups. 70 sit ups 8.9s shuttle run and 9.44mins 2.4km. the last time i ran 2.4km i did a 11mins. laughing stock. imma do a 9.44. within 1.5weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I WILL DO IT. mind over body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7592807610826028070?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7592807610826028070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7592807610826028070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7592807610826028070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7592807610826028070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/1month-into-ocs-training-already.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6279344049230318943</id><published>2008-07-20T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:00:42.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know in Transformer, Bumblebee coudlnt talk properly he has to use the radio to convey what he wanted to say...? now i shall do a much awaited update.. the Bumblebee way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks my 6th month in the NS. &lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to celebrate or what? haha. &lt;br /&gt;so long already, and im only just around, 28% done. &lt;br /&gt;long long way to gooooo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 months to ORD! HUATAHFUCK!!!! AHHHHHHRHRHRHRHHHGHGHGHH.&lt;br /&gt;-dehnail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda getting sick of blogspot actually. Or shld i say i'm lazy to change the tagboard and blogskin. Sooooo...seeing my blogspot dying i felt i shld get it started once agn....juz like gd old times. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least to keep me occupied when i'm bored. Seriously! Life's not miserable but it ain't fantastic either. Feeling as though i'm juz goin thru the motion and getting thru the wks aimlessly. Previous goals i set earlier seem so far away~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my frens are entering uni soon. How exciting!! I can't wait for my turn to come. 2 more YEARS! arghhh..being the usual daydreamer, i've alrd came up wif plans on wat i wan to do when i ord. LOL!! I know its abit far butBUT.............at least it gives me something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now its juz army army n army...Zzzzzzzzzzz...and of course meeting &amp; catching up wif frens on the wkends.&lt;br /&gt;-jingwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I learnt that route marches in OCS have the speed of fast marches and have the capability of inflicting an enormous amount of pain on you (and your feet). OCS also has no qualms about putting a 7km endurance run on Monday, a 4km route (fast) march on Tuesday and intervals training on Wednesday (8 x 400m at 1:30 per lap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in OCS is also really unpredictable. Some days I wake up and I feel like I can take on anything they throw at me and other days, I feel like I will immediately concuss on the parade square. One minute your APC is screaming and shouting at you, asking you to everything in everything out of field pack in 1 min, the next he’s smiling and laughing with you while doing PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, life is OCS is mildy good, but very very weird.&lt;br /&gt;-jia jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2 movies this weekend. Hellboy 2 and Red Cliff. Lol must be too long nvr watch movie already so now chiong hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-jun yu (edit) make that 3 movies this week. cos we just came back batman. and its darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an update of my rather routine life! kind of lag though haha sorry for not updating for quite sometime. &lt;br /&gt;-kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I last blogged, didn't have the motivation to blog until now. Thanks to KEL THE PRO, seeing how he blogs regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I can't wait to commission, life as a cadet really sucks. Now I seriously miss school and I can't wait to go uni. Remember how I wish to get over with my JC life, now I rather study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LEAD I DARE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EXCEL I WILL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO OVERCOME I MUST,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCS!&lt;br /&gt;the phrase that I sweared upon, my driving factor...&lt;br /&gt;-weicheng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6279344049230318943?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6279344049230318943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6279344049230318943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6279344049230318943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6279344049230318943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-in-transformer-bumblebee.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4188664403384882328</id><published>2008-06-29T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:21:27.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ocs confinement! day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golf / sierra wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada / arti / infantry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family visit on 06 july 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book out on friday 12 july 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in thr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms me to keep me updated about you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4188664403384882328?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4188664403384882328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4188664403384882328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4188664403384882328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4188664403384882328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/ocs-confinement-day-7-golf-sierra-wing.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8919223823730203217</id><published>2008-06-12T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:25:51.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys. I posted jiajie's convo here to highlight my change in mindset and to display one's ability to overcome a mental barrier. (right rongjun? =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to disappoint u.. but.. after much thinking since that convo with jiajie... i realised. what i really want is to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO LEAD, TO EXCEL, TO OVERCOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read:&lt;br /&gt;http://sgforums.com/forums/1390/topics/62698&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-8919223823730203217?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8919223823730203217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8919223823730203217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8919223823730203217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8919223823730203217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7383053492485140008</id><published>2008-06-08T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:18:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'l prob get my posting next week&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;wont it be ocs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;its not officially released to me yet so its not 100% sure yet&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;its just hear say dat im gg ocs.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;plus abit of self confidence and self assurance plus peer re assurance tt im gg ocs&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean they cant possibly send u to sispec&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;y not? i might go sispec.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;what u mean cant possibly send me sispec&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;well u were best pt lol&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;im sure u did well enuff in bmt to get into ocs&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i hope so&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;but im not placin my hopes high&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;den again.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;so  many things have happened. i dunno if i wan sispec, ocs or down pes&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;down pes??&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;to let u know my current situation..:&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ive been nua'in in airforce as a clerk doing admin work&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;sittin in office mon-fri 8-5 with nth to do at all&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;hardly sweat or do anything physical and hardly any pt trng&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;combat fitness physical fitness both drop to an all-time low&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;u wanna do this for 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;den i see so many clerks and down pes ppl day in day out&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just considering abt the other side&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;if u down pes. u just get a lower rank but u do more meaningful stuffs with more relevance to today's society&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;more helpful to ur own life, own future&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;than sweating buckets out in e jungle and doing nth very benefitial to ur future &lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;at least u face the com u learn how things work in the SAF admin system&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;u face the com become more profficient in it. more helpful for uni, for ur future work&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;but u dont exactly learn nth in ocs what right&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;experience?&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;den outside 8-5 u can give tuituion u earn 1-2k plus. u provide money for ur family for urself&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;den also more time to spend with family members&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;u wanna be a clerk for 2 year&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;*years&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;its not 2yrs.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;1.5 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;and im just considering&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;its metaphorical&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;things happpen. makes u think abit more&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;play along can&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;come on&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;see u in ocs&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ocs&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;its e rank. the pride the prestige e honour&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;at e end of the day. u walk into uni having wasted 1.5 yrs&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ur brain and mind hardly worked u get cut out from social life and society and the world and everyday things happening in spore&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;as clerk can at least learn driving learn a new lang. learn and read up on ur future course for uni life first. put u ahead of ur peers&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;learn driving and earning more money. 1-2k. same as ocs. gvie tuition. spend time with family members and friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean. why not&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;u suffer less than in ocs&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;den it makes me think&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;if its so. why suffer in ocs?&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;when i can very well choose to not suffer as much yet benefit more at e same time&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ocs is rili. just. pride honour and glory. and . rank&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;and money.&lt;br /&gt;[ d a r r e n ] says:&lt;br /&gt;but money doesnt hold since being a clerk lets u earn same amt of money by givin tuitin outside&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;lool&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;my sgt told me&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter whether u're a driver, medic, sispec or ocs&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;its the attitude towards the vocation tt counts&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to ocs and get comissioned cos its smth i want since secondary schs&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;yes pride honour glory&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;experience&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;leadership&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;stuff like these u dont get as a clerk&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;and i hate my coy clerk&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;at e end its really how u look at it lo&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;what is deemed as beneficial and what is not&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk to u some other time&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to go enjoy my sunday night now&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie | http://shortlegs.lah.cc says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7969801977685381558?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7969801977685381558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7969801977685381558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7969801977685381558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7969801977685381558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/shadow-of-day-apologize-with-you-no-air.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-3103292594518671417</id><published>2008-05-25T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:14:25.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SDlz7diLBAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BxPSz73haEs/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SDlz7diLBAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BxPSz73haEs/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318309780751362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 From this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SDlz7tiLBBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oggA7KdT8k0/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SDlz7tiLBBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oggA7KdT8k0/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318314075718674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ...to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshop lessons anyone? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-3103292594518671417?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3103292594518671417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=3103292594518671417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3103292594518671417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3103292594518671417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SDlz7diLBAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BxPSz73haEs/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1097466763082535647</id><published>2008-05-25T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:30:05.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;haha why think this way?&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;we just join for fun, to collect singlets, to absorb the support you get from all of us&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;what's the matter of not winning? &lt;br /&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;although deep down i want to at least get into finals or sth , yeah i admit competition too stiff alr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;but you're top 50 man! even though you train so little&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;imagine what will the other guys behind you think!&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, let's make a scene says:&lt;br /&gt;=) just go for it la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-gRaham-] グラハム says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[-gRaham-] グラハム says:&lt;br /&gt;3 one arm wad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From facebook.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on your birthday ...&lt;br /&gt;You are a warrior. No obstacle can stop you from reaching your goal. You always keep yourself busy. This quality plus your responsibility will eventually bring you success. Your Love, You adore your partner as the number one priority. You value your love one more than yourself. Your love is the greatest of all and your have potential to get married young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1097466763082535647?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1097466763082535647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1097466763082535647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1097466763082535647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1097466763082535647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/hurry-lets-make-scene-says-haha-why.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6493290213485823656</id><published>2008-05-15T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:04:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nV7E64KGguY&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/nV7E64KGguY&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;1. warm up for pumpfest. i repeat WARM UP only.&lt;br /&gt;2. go there to display and show ur skills in climbing. by philip.&lt;br /&gt;3. do ur personal best. and be v proud of it. by philip.&lt;br /&gt;4. for fun. collect singlet. have a chance to use ernest's $400 audio technica headphones durin isolation&lt;br /&gt;5. get back e feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and shuhui say must smile at every route. and stella said &lt;br /&gt;TO DO YOUR BEST and NOT CARE ABT E REST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6493290213485823656?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6493290213485823656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6493290213485823656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6493290213485823656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6493290213485823656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-9200262601644761066</id><published>2008-05-04T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:07:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA. THANKS TO WEICHENG. SERIOUSLY. how e hell he gt time in ocs to even know of such dance such video. wth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jplXr7wI-cM&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pGJCkCDK5A&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiDQ7ugT_Ss&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jWvHkURASo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure next time we go club. we master e moves first. dun give a shit even if ppl r starin or if its corny. ITS DAMN FUNNY. when e dj play tt music, u dance =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-9200262601644761066?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/9200262601644761066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=9200262601644761066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/9200262601644761066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/9200262601644761066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-386820817962724865</id><published>2008-05-04T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:43:42.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks have passed since I entered OCS,&lt;br /&gt;and it has been really good so far. &lt;br /&gt;first thing good on the first day was knowing that&lt;br /&gt;nat is in my SECTION. how lucky, fhell!&lt;br /&gt;we're in FOXTROT WING, platoon 2 section 2.&lt;br /&gt;a pity tsam is in TANGO wing, damn. but we see each other&lt;br /&gt;in the dining hall quite often, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ceremony on the first day was when &lt;br /&gt;we were given our first cadet bar. prior to that, &lt;br /&gt;I didn't really expect nor think about getting the cadet rank&lt;br /&gt;so when we got it IT FELT GOOD. WE'RE CADETS NOW! &lt;br /&gt;We have something, cool on our shoulders! WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;now, we already have 2 bars and we'll get our 3rd&lt;br /&gt;one in a few months time. after that, &lt;br /&gt;it'll be commissioning time and we'll get our&lt;br /&gt;black solid chocolate bar! date: 131208&lt;br /&gt;LONG WAY TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCS is the place to be,&lt;br /&gt;especially after experiencing the recruit days at BMT.&lt;br /&gt;We get treated with much more respect, we learn meaningful stuff,&lt;br /&gt;do meaningful stuff, and with the ranks on our shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;we have every incentive and responsibility to behave like an officer.&lt;br /&gt;In BMT we're supposed to just do what we're told to do. Now, we're supposed&lt;br /&gt;to learn how to command. Learn how to lead people to do what they&lt;br /&gt;are supposed to do. In BMT, you don't really ask why, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;In OCS, theres a rational in everything you do, and the instructors&lt;br /&gt;are freakin reasonable people.&lt;br /&gt;Our instructors told us that they'll leave us alone as long as &lt;br /&gt;we maintain our discipline and standard, so we won't have&lt;br /&gt;tekan sessions, turnouts for no reasons, etc. &lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: Does not apply to all wings!)&lt;br /&gt;and hell, this style fits me totally, and everyone should be envious! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a 12 day field camp ahead in tekong in May,&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty daunting.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it ends before 18th May! lol.&lt;br /&gt;We're also going to fire the SAR21 this week, and we're only&lt;br /&gt;going to book out next sunday and book back in on monday.&lt;br /&gt;We have an assignment to do this weekend, &lt;br /&gt;gotta draw up some battle plan. lol. Im making OCS sound&lt;br /&gt;cool and fun. YES IT IS COOL AND FUN. (SO FAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright gtg. the above is quite incoherent cuz&lt;br /&gt;i was just typing whatever comes to mind. Bottomline is&lt;br /&gt;that if ure a chao recruit and you wanna make full use of &lt;br /&gt;ure time after BMT, aim for OCS! I'll leave you guys with&lt;br /&gt;the Officer's Creed, which we all recite before every water parade.&lt;br /&gt;it aint like any other lame thing you think it is, because&lt;br /&gt;every word of it is significant to us, and it'll guide us on &lt;br /&gt;for the next 8 months and beyond. and yes, we're proud to be in OCS.&lt;br /&gt;totally unashamed to declare that.&lt;br /&gt;Good welfare is tough training =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are the Officer Cadets of OCS. To inspire us onwards as &lt;br /&gt;Officers to be, we now state with reverence and respect,&lt;br /&gt;the Officer's Creed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer's Creed&lt;br /&gt;I am an Officer of the Singapore Armed Forces.&lt;br /&gt;My duty is to lead, to excel and to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;I lead my men by example.&lt;br /&gt;I answer for their training, morale and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;I must excel in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;I serve with pride, honour and integrity.&lt;br /&gt;I will overcome adversity with courage, fortitude and determination&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate my life to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from dehnails blog. hope he doesnt mind. remind me to read this post again just before i report to ocs ok? gives u motivation. like being psyched up to own the route on the wall =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. back to update u on my life.&lt;br /&gt;its climbin climbing and more CLIMBING. one week 7 days. i climb 4days. im shocked and amazed at myself sometimes. BUT. what can i do if i just have that undying passion to just grope tiles on e wall?? the thrill of doing moves i thought impossible or just defeating myself, provin myself wrong that i CAN actually do that crazy move and get that tile just leaves me wanting for more. to go back for more, to just try that route this one more time. thats y i just wanna keep climbing just keeep going back to e wall. oh man. imma a geeky climber as what kelly would say. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying. last sunday once at CA with shu and e girls n tt angmoh guy. on wednesday, when capt desmond released us from SAF ferry terminal becos he couldnt make it on time for e ferry timing, i haf like half day off so i went down CA again with shu and e girls AGAIN. and dis time there were pleasant surprises from Wanting our senior, stella puayhoon and jade and this old NTU guy who is damn strong. of cos there was beatrix to again show me how its done on the wall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den it would be friday. when i was "made to take forced leave" as the perm staff in AFRC had stand down day. so off day on a friday = going back tj for trng with juniors. friday's trng was with terence. he had an off day straining his muscle rather early. tt left him nth much to do since his hands rendered him useless already.. so he decided to go to run 15rnds arnd e track. what army has done to us 19yr old boys -_- ANYWAY. friday was a good climbing day for me as what philip would say. i finished a few yellow / blue routes on e wall. sth i nv thought i could have done. at least not on that day. but the feeling came. my muscles and strength didnt let me down and soon i found myself screaming in exhilration after jumping off e wall from e last tile. wu-sar! 2 blue and 4 black to go! haha what a way to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was e 4th climbing day of the week. and hell was it crowded. 7 yr5 seniors. 4 yr3 girls. 7 yr3 guys (includin me) . the whole of yr2 and the comp team of yr1. talk about tjc climbing club and its history of alumni. anyway saturday was a fun day. the seniors came back to show e juniors what we were made of and that some of the laojiaos still have it. haha. and e funny incident of LIMZY TRIPPIN ON THE MAT WHEN HE WANTED TO DO A ROUTE. that really got all of us rofl. after sat's trng. we went jingwen house for mahjong. after that we caught ironman with bel. and honestly. tt show is not bad! its actually quite nice despite my heavy doubts of it being a good show. past marvel superhero shows were so-so just flirted with my attention for awhile like xmen fantastic4 spiderman daredevil and stuffs like tt. ironman came close to doing a transformer! and we all know who imba transformer was. so for thoes transformer fans like me out there. go catch ironman. its a mini robot wars. and e gadgets and weapons? they make you drool. albeit e techonology being a tad too unrealistic. if a generator is so imba. why need power plants when you can have a fist sized generator to power a war machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so e qns remains. to join or not to join. rockmasters? pumpfest? in any case. i'll be climbing till e day comes. shit i sound like a last samurai cos it just aired on channel 5 just now. ERR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-386820817962724865?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/386820817962724865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=386820817962724865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/386820817962724865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/386820817962724865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-weeks-have-passed-since-i-entered.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7609436366625930684</id><published>2008-04-28T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:01:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SBSwMgIo51I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Tlsc38kN_Ss/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SBSwMgIo51I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Tlsc38kN_Ss/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193969999096112978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbed today at Climb Asia. Quite fun. the routes we did and all. climbed with ang moh from france. he climbed top half naked. made e girls droool esp shuhui. after tt did some (in my humble opinion) intermediate climbing with e ppl frm ca. haha its just e lack of physical and str trng i guess which sets me apart from them. other than that. i hope i still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man why doesnt anyone wanna take 2star kayaking. WHY. all got 1star. den dowan take 2star. huh huh huh. 11, 18, 25th may so hard meh! come on ppl. sms/call/msn/whatever shit me that youre free on those 3 days to take up 2star kayak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. rockmaster or pumpfest. to join or not to join. Join  rockmaster? sing poly... clarke quay... cash prize... stupid powerful moves and lousy holds.. Join pumpfest? go there malu. i cant do boulder circuit for nuts and im nth compared to our current tj yr2s. whats e pt. OR JUST DONT JOIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how. can i. just sit there and not be part of e action. im so free now summore. no more climbing comps for e rest of e yr summore. not until next yr. or next next yr at least. GRRR. den agn. join for what? pay reg fee jus for e singlet and for ridiculous isolation hours?! LOL. den agn. its all abt e experience. e adrenalin rush. and my own personal climbing journey. OH WHAT THE HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.casp ernest howee go POWERBOATING. i wan kayak but no one go w me =(&lt;br /&gt;2.pumpfest or rockmaster. largely affected by jingwen too if he joins or not.&lt;br /&gt;3.climbing instructor courses. earn some money. do sth i like.&lt;br /&gt;3.1st may labour day. climbers gather day. have fun day. long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;4.swimmmmin is fun.&lt;br /&gt;5.studyin for btt is not. so i better pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7609436366625930684?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7609436366625930684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7609436366625930684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7609436366625930684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7609436366625930684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/climbed-today-at-climb-asia.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SBSwMgIo51I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Tlsc38kN_Ss/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2899549176708856470</id><published>2008-04-20T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:41:58.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tJgthJPjWr/aus=false/" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tJgthJPjWr/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prize for guessing who are the ones singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna HEEEEE-ar u say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2899549176708856470?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2899549176708856470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=2899549176708856470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2899549176708856470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2899549176708856470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4681349182680067168</id><published>2008-04-20T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:18:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5H67xNLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gJVWUZE-Lfs/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191235434972263602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5H67xNLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gJVWUZE-Lfs/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what u lookin at&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5Ia7xNMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ODjfLXTr1-Q/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191235443562198210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5Ia7xNMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ODjfLXTr1-Q/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how ee. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5I67xNNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rqgrNOnwU2U/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191235452152132818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5I67xNNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rqgrNOnwU2U/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caspar. ernest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5I67xNOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2kZIfp_oZ-s/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191235452152132834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5I67xNOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2kZIfp_oZ-s/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keli my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5JK7xNPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kcg5YNek1Mg/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191235456447100146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5JK7xNPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kcg5YNek1Mg/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eric. xinhui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4681349182680067168?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4681349182680067168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4681349182680067168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4681349182680067168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4681349182680067168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/SAr5H67xNLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gJVWUZE-Lfs/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4388432323766826635</id><published>2008-04-17T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:33:06.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we went down Youth Flying Club to try flyin a plane. its hell of an experience. the sensation of being up there is almost like taking a roller coaster high up there in the sky and turning all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave me few mins / few seconds of control.. like he would teach and demo how to turn left turn right climb descend. then i'll have to, "I have control, SIR!" and then start controllin the aircraft under his watchful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 or 2 highlights. the first being the part where he demo-ed the stalling of the engine. hell yeah. you cant imagine the feeelin i get when he announced that that was coming. he climbed a few feet up and all i could see was the sky and front propeller...continued climbing till the critical angle warning alarm came on for a good few seconds... pushed the throttle down... the propeller stopped... then TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. every shook and vibrated and the engine stalled. holy.&lt;br /&gt;everything started to dive / dip / descend and now all i could see was the top of hdb flats and the greeneries become bigger and bigger. and i felt myself going in circles on the spot like being stuck in a whirlpool and going down like being sucked in.&lt;br /&gt;"if i dun do anything now we'll continue spiralling down and die"&lt;br /&gt;haha. then he pushed throttle back. pulled back.... started climbing till we were level again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few easy peasy turns. i asked for more stunts.&lt;br /&gt;"whats the highest G this craft can take?" "3G" "can we try?"&lt;br /&gt;he thought for a while den he started to do some turnings here and there. and i was like. this is it man. bronson heard me through inter com from the back passenger seat and he was like he reached over and slapped my back "you askin for it huh!"&lt;br /&gt;haha and so the pilot did his shit. and very soon i was experiencing 3G MAN! OOOOOH YEAH 3 G force. couldnt raise my hands at all from my laps. couldnt move my head forward. my mouth was half open half screamin and the saliva got pulled down from the corber of my mouth its a wonder how i managed to suck that trickling strand of dangling salive back into my mouth. soon my vision blurred. blood rushed to my eyes. blood shot. blur. cannot see. cannot open eyes. tunnelling vision. and then zoom he pulled back up and all was well. and that sensation is so shiok. its beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so once again. flying as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to fail medical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4388432323766826635?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4388432323766826635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4388432323766826635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4388432323766826635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4388432323766826635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-we-went-down-youth-flying-club-to.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1072213681808038981</id><published>2008-04-14T00:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:05:08.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a name="Frog_Story"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Frog Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A group of frogs were traveling through the woods and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us ?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This story teaches two lessons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words....it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. 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roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL WHY ALL EMO SONGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe next time. not maybe. i want. i want put Show me the light - Lunaspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;things tt make me feel alive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. socccer with feps (just came back frm soccer session with them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. doing vehicle commander (sit beside driver) with jia neng and travel arnd spore blastin 987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. climb in sch. went down train w juniors in sch. cant do boulder circuit for nuts alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. caspar ernest and how ee's company in afrc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. being in mos and groovin like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span 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roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPtZRnQyzSM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1072213681808038981?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1072213681808038981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1072213681808038981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1072213681808038981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1072213681808038981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/frog-story-group-of-frogs-were.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8375527829264517937</id><published>2008-04-07T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:31:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thats not how u treat a 19 yr old kid, aspiring to be a promising pilot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont just come down so harsh and hard on him. u give him some other excuse some other reasons. some other... aptitude or capability associated problem. not some. physical limit. ARGHs. its almost like failing GP in a lvls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me back my friends. my social life. give me back my ocs. my fitness my climbing abilities. my fighting spirit and my discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so friggin nua im pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant belive. to myself. to my own honest self. i dont have any friends to chill with! no frigggin friends to club climb chill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one pathetic emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me back the climbers in ocs or sispec. i wan my budddies back. i want to chill with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me my pilot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no? too short for u? give me back my OCS. i dowanna waste my time here doing nth everyday from mon-fri 8-5. no i dowan to learn drivin no i dowan to do SAT. and no. my plans to train for rockmaster is not working im not climbing every week like i'd wished to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no friends. no pilot. no climbing no trng no rockmaster. no chillings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where life slips down to an all time low. when stars shift into postition. when the wind blows in the wrong direction. when nth is right. nothing is going your way. i just wish for the next up turn to come fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON. GIVE ME STH GD NOW. ANYT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-8375527829264517937?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8375527829264517937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8375527829264517937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8375527829264517937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8375527829264517937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-not-how-u-treat-19-yr-old-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1822715511084118327</id><published>2008-03-25T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:45:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW9j0ItAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uqYZ-6wUtr0/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181698093108212738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW9j0ItAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uqYZ-6wUtr0/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my pride. my glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW-D0ItBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/51jY7eTnw2A/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181698101698147346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW-D0ItBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/51jY7eTnw2A/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW-T0ItCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-sJuFOOZ0jo/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181698105993114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW-T0ItCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-sJuFOOZ0jo/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW-z0ItDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NkTeJOHfUQ0/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181698114583049266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW-z0ItDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NkTeJOHfUQ0/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW_j0ItEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d1Sffvjh5c4/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUiT0Is7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/6x6T2PJhq3Q/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695425933521842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUiT0Is7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/6x6T2PJhq3Q/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUiz0Is8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/jCiD8dYvyu4/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUjj0Is9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/-t57gCWjjeQ/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695447408358354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUjj0Is9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/-t57gCWjjeQ/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as long as sheES are happy..&lt;br /&gt;im happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUjz0Is-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/3k_BsAFPBAs/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695451703325666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUjz0Is-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/3k_BsAFPBAs/s320/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; good cam sony T70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;under mum's use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUkT0Is_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJzGewoQRGE/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695460293260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kUkT0Is_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/AJzGewoQRGE/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to make u jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSCj0Is2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hT0kVcq8Aok/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692681449419618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSCj0Is2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hT0kVcq8Aok/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been my honour, sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSET0Is3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/aWEkTlRH87M/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692711514190706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSET0Is3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/aWEkTlRH87M/s320/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smaAAAart =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSFD0Is4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/-cP0nm-7-1M/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692724399092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSFD0Is4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/-cP0nm-7-1M/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSFT0Is5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/xeFx9s77bKg/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692728694059922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSFT0Is5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/xeFx9s77bKg/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dehnail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSFz0Is6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/j6sP4dOLgHw/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692737283994530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kSFz0Is6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/j6sP4dOLgHw/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; terence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best viewed horizontally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what you see here are exclusively here. what you see in friendster are exclusively there. what you see here. you dont see there. what you see there. you dont see here. (i've effectively wasted 5sec of ur life readin tt bull) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST PT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;well done darren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reality 'UPDATE-YOU' check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im currently attached to Air Force Recruitment Centre (afrc) as a Flying Experience Programme trainee (fep). basically, i run errands, do admin work, call ppl, receive calls, entertain people at the counter, slack, rot, sleep, talk cock with people there, soccer, run, train at AFRC from monday to friday 0800-1730. Everyday report in smart4. except friday dress down day wear fep polo t and jeans. (woot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so everyday. mono. routine like. like everyday office job. 8-5pm go there put down bag. sit and zuoboh. lunch time go opp eat botak jones. come back. zuoboh. if its mon,wed,fri i get to work out.. run gym soccer train (secretly train for rockmasters for me)... for only monwedfri wic are called sportsdays. (but i heard actually i can do tt anyday i like if i ask for permission). so sports would be 2-4pm. 5.30pm knock off. we F.O from cmpb/afrc/SAF career centre/depot rd and i'll take bus to harbourfront mrt and take nel back home from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FAQ TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;qns: so r u a pilot, best pt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tts if i pass my medical check up, compass test and interview, which im waiting for e results of, in AFRC as a FEP. i'll be FEP for 3mths or less.. until my results r out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after which (aft 3mths) i'll go either ocs for 2weeks common leadership course first. or go australia, tamworth for Airgrading Course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;once i do all these and more for about 2.5 yrs, i'll get my WINGS! tt'll be 2.5yrs. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after i get my wings. i'll have to serve e bond ( i think ) for abt 10yrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in btw. (i hope) at abt 25 or 26 yrs old. i go uni. NUS MECH ENGIN PLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;during uni still must come back fly to clock certain mileage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after uni. must come back carry on serving the remaining 6yrs. by den shud be arnd 35?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT all this. is hypothetical cos anywhere, anyway along e line i fail any single small minor shit,&lt;br /&gt;im out.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll revert back to army ocs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;damn. what got me thinking so long and hard was the OLD age of 25 to enter uni. and also the high risk and high drop out rate of being a pilot den really unsettles me to sign on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;pros are. a highly paid see through ur life careeer as RSAF or SIA ( i can fly commercial SQ planes if i convert my rsaf license ) and earn so much. and have a pretty wife/girlfriend air stewardess (chehh ba!) and that i still get to fall back on army OCS (tts assuming im posted to ocs originally).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;cons are. i dun get to go thru ocs with my batch of friends and ns ppl. like rongjun weicheng graham jingwen tzesam xavier jonathan dehnail nat kengmun david.. JJUST TO NAME A FEW. and cons are drop out rate is so high. its enuff to deter any potential dreamers of pilot-to-be. cos compasstest medicalcheckup interview all these 3tests even way b4 you can say "air force" can already kick you out. b4 u kknow it u're back to army. PLUS 10yrs of bond. after UNI stil must go back carry on serving the reamining 6yrs of bond leh. unike others lookin for job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;butbutbut. i shud just try and go for it right! i wanted this i signed for this. and i've came so far. im a freakin fep lucky 23 out of hundereds others! i got advantage over them (tho its damn boring and damn slack compared to thoes eatin shit inside ocs now) i should just GO ahead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;since any small stone i trip over. aka if i fail in any shit. im out. who can actually say they tried. or who can actually say the stood up to it. and call themselves a pilot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/air_force/careers/opportunities/pilot.html"&gt;http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/air_force/careers/opportunities/pilot.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/air_force/careers/faqs.html#Scholarships%20&amp;amp;%20Sponsorships"&gt;http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/air_force/careers/faqs.html#Scholarships%20&amp;amp;%20Sponsorships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/air_force/careers/opportunities/pilot/benefits.html"&gt;http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/air_force/careers/opportunities/pilot/benefits.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Career like Nothing on Earth.&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/7208393-1822715511084118327?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1822715511084118327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1822715511084118327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1822715511084118327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1822715511084118327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R-kW9j0ItAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uqYZ-6wUtr0/s72-c/DSC00100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-3293581408611227558</id><published>2008-03-20T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:25:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont bother. Wouldn't interest you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDpo4b1ER_I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDpo4b1ER_I&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikjjSzsRj2g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikjjSzsRj2g&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNgrAhzczY0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNgrAhzczY0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eISWKzFf88A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eISWKzFf88A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Krumped - Flii Stylz &amp;amp; Lil' C &amp;amp; Bloezarf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-3293581408611227558?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3293581408611227558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=3293581408611227558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3293581408611227558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3293581408611227558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-760755244086458350</id><published>2008-03-16T02:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:48:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKgaV8TI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sYWZXUTTmjs/s1600-h/47b7d822b3127cce985488b4be4300000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178039140835782962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKgaV8TI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sYWZXUTTmjs/s320/47b7d822b3127cce985488b4be4300000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; imba nice. like what terence said to kelvin in one of e many climbing videos in my handphone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"....darren is flyin..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKwaV8UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zd2KHUEhR1I/s1600-h/304946485_cd1de3a9a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178039145130750274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKwaV8UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zd2KHUEhR1I/s320/304946485_cd1de3a9a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camp 5. imba rope burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKwaV8VI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Z3nsqF5kp6E/s1600-h/DARREN+ON+THE+WALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178039145130750290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKwaV8VI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Z3nsqF5kp6E/s320/DARREN+ON+THE+WALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like dis pose. very nice. must have been shakin like mad. leg raise so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wWxQaV8RI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Yxdx5QfZCbA/s1600-h/47b7d822b3127cce985488b53f7200000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038707044086034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wWxQaV8RI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Yxdx5QfZCbA/s320/47b7d822b3127cce985488b53f7200000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice heeel hook. FLASHED e route ter set for bouderactive novice men qualifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wWxgaV8SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5X5jKbu9q8E/s1600-h/47b7d822b3127cce985488a53f6200000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038711339053346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wWxgaV8SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5X5jKbu9q8E/s320/47b7d822b3127cce985488a53f6200000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even nicer heel hoook. tryin to do a ron. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTlgaV8MI/AAAAAAAAATM/2RHHTBOUh4s/s1600-h/S7300239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178035206645739714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTlgaV8MI/AAAAAAAAATM/2RHHTBOUh4s/s320/S7300239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gwen and i. b4 we swapped our bags.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell u we both pose for this shot without agreein to it or without sayin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTmAaV8NI/AAAAAAAAATU/-U8JbsEi1ok/s1600-h/DSCF0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178035215235674322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTmAaV8NI/AAAAAAAAATU/-U8JbsEi1ok/s320/DSCF0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i duno why dis pic is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTmgaV8OI/AAAAAAAAATc/5BTO-DBo9JA/s1600-h/DSCF0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178035223825608930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTmgaV8OI/AAAAAAAAATc/5BTO-DBo9JA/s320/DSCF0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see. told u we swapped bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see AGAIN. told u u'll scroll up to check.&lt;br /&gt;not hard for a potential student of nus psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTmwaV8PI/AAAAAAAAATk/YMTXLJTWnHQ/s1600-h/DSCF0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178035228120576242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wTmwaV8PI/AAAAAAAAATk/YMTXLJTWnHQ/s320/DSCF0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; graham look like a cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wToAaV8QI/AAAAAAAAATs/At0vXZaAj4Y/s1600-h/DSCF0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178035249595412738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wToAaV8QI/AAAAAAAAATs/At0vXZaAj4Y/s320/DSCF0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cant help it if they like me so much lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/06/bald-mango-i-like-techniques-i-used-in_11.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/06/bald-mango-i-like-techniques-i-used-in_11.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/screw.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/screw.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/lol.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/lol.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah-u-cant-believe-what-just-happened.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah-u-cant-believe-what-just-happened.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-rope-burn.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-rope-burn.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-760755244086458350?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/760755244086458350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=760755244086458350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/760755244086458350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/760755244086458350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/imba-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R9wXKgaV8TI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sYWZXUTTmjs/s72-c/47b7d822b3127cce985488b4be4300000027101BbtXLNo2Ys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1207463905469427483</id><published>2008-03-13T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:18:42.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For climbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcKclzbY4Yo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcKclzbY4Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see 05:25. inspirational. she reminds me of eleanor. can u imagine eleanor doing thoes tests tori allen was doing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYuvUPolInI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYuvUPolInI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see 05:44. chalk ur hands and soles of ur feet before watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nV7E64KGguY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nV7E64KGguY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bouldering. to psych up the night before bouldering comps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Imran "i will climb until the day i die"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1207463905469427483?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1207463905469427483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1207463905469427483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1207463905469427483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1207463905469427483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-climbers-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5167299079202414938</id><published>2008-03-02T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:10:06.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movie6.net/movie-/?p=193"&gt;http://movie6.net/movie-/?p=193&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just finish watching bring it on all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find the main character really attractive. like how joey fawns over Ashley Tisdale and puts her pic on his blog. since im so lazy and im rushin for time to book in. lets do this chop chop kestrel platoon 3 way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Hayden_Panettiere&amp;amp;fr=yfp-t-501&amp;amp;toggle=1&amp;amp;cop=mss&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fp_ip=SG&amp;amp;vc"&gt;http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Hayden_Panettiere&amp;amp;fr=yfp-t-501&amp;amp;toggle=1&amp;amp;cop=mss&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fp_ip=SG&amp;amp;vc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Hayden_Panettiere&amp;amp;fr=yfp-t-501&amp;amp;toggle=1&amp;amp;cop=mss&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fp_ip=SG&amp;amp;vc"&gt;=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayden_Panettiere"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayden_Panettiere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i randomly went to wikipedia her name because my buddy GOH TZESAM gave me the wikipedia'ed of OCS. i randomly searched hayden on wikipedia too. and then did i realise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is perhaps best known for her role on the &lt;a title="NBC" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NBC"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt; series &lt;a title="Heroes (TV series)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroes_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;a title="Claire Bennet" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claire_Bennet"&gt;Claire Bennet&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS FREAKING CLAIRE BENNET ON HEROES. OMG. you dont fall in twice. first on heroes. now on bring it on. omg. what a crush. and guess whats. shes 1989 ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i stand a chance!!!! =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the world... heres for you potential OCTs out there. After reading, it made me wanna go OCS more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Officer_Cadet_School_(Singapore"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Officer_Cadet_School_(Singapore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5167299079202414938?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5167299079202414938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5167299079202414938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5167299079202414938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5167299079202414938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/httpmovie6.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-3824559053366890220</id><published>2008-03-01T11:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:48:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GOT &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; FOR IPPT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAJOR SUCCESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIG GLORY HONOUR ACHIEVEMENT WELL DONE DARREN IM PROUD OF YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pullups 24 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;situps 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sbj 260&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shuttle run 9.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.4km 9.36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im esp proud of the 2.4km run. becos i freaking proved the whole world wrong. that i cant imrpove by MORE than 40s within 5days. PLUS thoes 5 days i didnt freakin train or run at all. MAJOR SUCCESS. i asked e whole world if i can cut 40s within 5days. the world say no. i ran yesterday for ippt like a dog. and i DID IT. the world can now kiss my ass for i have done the impossible. GOLD IS MINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but seriously. m really happy and proud of myself. like woah. in army. ive constantly been pushing my limits. my fist ippt in army was like 11.17. second one was 10.24. and my COY hardly did any endurance training. abt 2-3 sessions of AGR of 15 mins ONLY. (while others like ninja did 30mins agr already) and we only did one time of 30-60. (while others like ninja did 60-120 ages ago already). freaking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHOEVER SAID KESTREL IS SLACK AND WELFARE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;get tt reruit here and face me the KESTREL WARRIOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on another note. i've finished 16km route march! WOOHOO!! well done again darren! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didnt fall out! im strong and i can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but of cos. it came at a price. i got MAJOR IMBA abrasions. my bunk mates can tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its so big. they compared it to a continent. and i feel tt analogy is freakin true. my abrasions are really really bad. you can bet on it. i'll show u picture next time u better dont puke infront of our com. dried blood, pus and red broken skin. YOU DONT WANNA KNOW. but! its better already and i fought through it durin my 2.4km. DOUBLE SMILES =D =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FOR BMTC TEKONG DAYS IM LEFT WITH:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24km route march (uuh oohh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SOC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8 more days and i'll be through! Go darren! survive 24km (WITHOUT ABRASIONS PLS) and do soc within 5.30 AND YOU ARE THE ELITE RECRUIT! WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imba long book out more den 2 days worth thanks to early book out for gold medalists and late book in of 2115. darren go enjoy this book out u deserve it! for now. its psp party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONSTER HUNTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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:85%;"&gt;ps: i wanted to upload random pics like the other time. but got no time gotta run to bels hse and plan climbers meeetin. wooooohoooo! go darren go darren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-3824559053366890220?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3824559053366890220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=3824559053366890220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3824559053366890220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3824559053366890220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-gold-for-ippt.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2759457882125555485</id><published>2008-02-16T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:47:41.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was looking through my photos on the com. actually, specifically thoes on my friendster the ones taken in chiangmai. by kelvin the pro. he took a few shots of me on bamboo finders 6b. one climb which gave me the most satisfaction for the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised.. ns really stole my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ns really puts a halt to your normal standard typical routine civilian life and really, you just have no choice. i would say no one can honestly admit they are fully prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go straight to the point. i was scanning the climbing photos when it dawned upon me that i've stopped climbing for a reallly long time. and by climbing. a really small and insignificant part would be me missing and reminiscing on past bouldering competitions and past trainings or even past bouldering sessions anywhere around be it in sch (tj), climbasia (both new and old) or even Singpore Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i was really EMO about (just back then for that few seconds) was how much i missed climbing natural rocks. the stingling sensation of the fear of heights and fear of falling and the freaking irritating beads of sweats that form on your hand when you hang one second longer on that lousy hand hold than you actually should. ( btw as im typin this my hands are freakin formin thoes beads of sweat on my palm now. the exact same feelin when u're on e wall. ) yours hands start to feel a prickly feeling, which i assume is just the sweat trying to burst free from the pores on our palms that gives this funny feeling. ask me, for i've been to field camp and have gotten heat rash and endured for about 3days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then just before i got to use the computer. when i was switching on the main electric supply to power the computer, i saw my climbing shoes. like WOAH... i have a pair of brand new PEARL LACE. like... freaking... i thought to myself: when the hell did i have this new pearl lace? i've barely worn in twice and the shoe's suede material is so white like its just freash from climb asia's shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. how i wish kelly and philip can bring us to krabi. how i wish to go on a trip with e climbers again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok __ u darren. face reality and wake up. NS isnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact. im enjoying ns now. and life in army is GOOD! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that i dont get to climb or see my friends and hang out with them as often as i would love to and thats its ruining my social life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OKAY! youre getting fitter by the day and accomplishing things you never thought you could do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the freaking 12km ROUTE MARCH! WOOOHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;field camp is over.&lt;br /&gt;sit test is over.&lt;br /&gt;BCCT is over.&lt;br /&gt;2, 4, 8 and 12 km route marches are over... what are you left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRENADE&lt;br /&gt;RANGE&lt;br /&gt;IPPT&lt;br /&gt;SOC&lt;br /&gt;16 and 24km route march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait ok that seems like alot.. but WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to survive the remaining route march (ESP 24KM) and run under 9.44mins for 2.4km and im good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...3 more weeks and we'll be through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2759457882125555485?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2759457882125555485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=2759457882125555485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2759457882125555485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2759457882125555485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-looking-through-my-photos-on-com.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-131488861281033387</id><published>2008-02-09T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:52:35.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lLtpFI0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MCut0hO6Dz4/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164895599568692034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lLtpFI0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MCut0hO6Dz4/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; weicheng's imba big mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lL9pFI1I/AAAAAAAAASE/aeLdiQLnNRY/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164895603863659346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lL9pFI1I/AAAAAAAAASE/aeLdiQLnNRY/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; night cycling with brothers i never want to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of cos there was part two with other brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;refer to past entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164895608158626658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lMNpFI2I/AAAAAAAAASM/eaF-tGoLvFU/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;xinhui's hse&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lMdpFI3I/AAAAAAAAASU/JxnmUM6KA1I/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164895612453593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lMdpFI3I/AAAAAAAAASU/JxnmUM6KA1I/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joeweeeeee and me at some thai restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lNNpFI4I/AAAAAAAAASc/676lCQ23DJo/s1600-h/IMG_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164895625338495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lNNpFI4I/AAAAAAAAASc/676lCQ23DJo/s320/IMG_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i look like some european climber. im e only yr2 there.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jNtpFIvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uuUUfCpX0a0/s1600-h/S7300233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164893434905174770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jNtpFIvI/AAAAAAAAARU/uuUUfCpX0a0/s320/S7300233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mass orgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jN9pFIwI/AAAAAAAAARc/OuAQeI5jU6Y/s1600-h/S7300166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164893439200142082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jN9pFIwI/AAAAAAAAARc/OuAQeI5jU6Y/s320/S7300166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the climb im esp proud of. done with ease and grace :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jOtpFIxI/AAAAAAAAARk/Td3rtbbcPlE/s1600-h/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164893452085043986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jOtpFIxI/AAAAAAAAARk/Td3rtbbcPlE/s320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seniors, teacher and kelly. at e end of e day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jPdpFIyI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZFvk8YtgsT0/s1600-h/IMG_1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164893464969945890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jPdpFIyI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZFvk8YtgsT0/s320/IMG_1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the furnace with some hot aussie belayer behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jQdpFIzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/L3O6NOSxFJg/s1600-h/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164893482149815090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61jQdpFIzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/L3O6NOSxFJg/s320/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now u know why its called e furnace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;check out e sun rays shining against the rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;better yet. check me out.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h2dpFIqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VovYFcy4XvA/s1600-h/DSCF1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164891935961588386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h2dpFIqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VovYFcy4XvA/s320/DSCF1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at some thai shoppin mall. im wearin prom king's cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h29pFIrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/c2IhDJM_lqc/s1600-h/DSCF1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164891944551522994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h29pFIrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/c2IhDJM_lqc/s320/DSCF1759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cool girls. cool shot. taken by me. backdrop included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h3dpFIsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zQ69Yp9KB0E/s1600-h/DSCF1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164891953141457602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h3dpFIsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zQ69Yp9KB0E/s320/DSCF1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; streets of chiangmai. taken frm e hotdog stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h39pFItI/AAAAAAAAARE/LUmPp3XdZRU/s1600-h/DSCF1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164891961731392210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h39pFItI/AAAAAAAAARE/LUmPp3XdZRU/s320/DSCF1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some parsam malam in chiangmai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;doin shoppin for friends back hme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h4dpFIuI/AAAAAAAAARM/G2-r1tzdaOE/s1600-h/DSCF1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164891970321326818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61h4dpFIuI/AAAAAAAAARM/G2-r1tzdaOE/s320/DSCF1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walls of chiangmai.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gQtpFIlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pxIyC5ikhbU/s1600-h/DSCF0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164890187909898834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gQtpFIlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pxIyC5ikhbU/s320/DSCF0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mass orgy with spooooky visitor behind us. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gQ9pFImI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LWmNihP5Mvg/s1600-h/DSCF0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164890192204866146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gQ9pFImI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LWmNihP5Mvg/s320/DSCF0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now u know why i said it was spoooky&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gRdpFInI/AAAAAAAAAQU/W2p9IiFws_E/s1600-h/DSCF0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164890200794800754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gRdpFInI/AAAAAAAAAQU/W2p9IiFws_E/s320/DSCF0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in e girls room after some booze and hotdog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i swear i kept my hands to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gR9pFIoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UEZwAAnfJds/s1600-h/DSCF0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164890209384735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gR9pFIoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UEZwAAnfJds/s320/DSCF0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like some backway alley kids shootout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gSdpFIpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/otoPAR1rRbY/s1600-h/DSCF1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164890217974669970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61gSdpFIpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/otoPAR1rRbY/s320/DSCF1729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; budget term. first day.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fCtpFIgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hlKCuIj5nbA/s1600-h/Chiang+Mai+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164888847880102402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fCtpFIgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hlKCuIj5nbA/s320/Chiang+Mai+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Chimp 5000.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;act classic name for the toilet only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there were rules to follow in there. zoom in to find out.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fDdpFIhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6pbWkAYmYb8/s1600-h/Chiang+Mai+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164888860765004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fDdpFIhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6pbWkAYmYb8/s320/Chiang+Mai+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shopppppppin mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fDtpFIiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/90ZTZxkPI6w/s1600-h/DSCF0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164888865059971618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fDtpFIiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/90ZTZxkPI6w/s320/DSCF0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a small bouldering area at the climbing shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bouldering walls smaller than back in tj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fEdpFIjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Y2eFPIrOM_Q/s1600-h/DSCF0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164888877944873522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fEdpFIjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Y2eFPIrOM_Q/s320/DSCF0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok. this time with philip. need i say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fEtpFIkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zLFvIYnNqE0/s1600-h/DSCF0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164888882239840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61fEtpFIkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zLFvIYnNqE0/s320/DSCF0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e cooolest u can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chiangmai 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-131488861281033387?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/131488861281033387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=131488861281033387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/131488861281033387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/131488861281033387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/weichengs-imba-big-mirror-night-cycling.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R61lLtpFI0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MCut0hO6Dz4/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6908706355659447293</id><published>2008-01-27T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:35:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things to blog:&lt;br /&gt;1. birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 24th in BMCT ppl were like cheerin "tmr is our book out day... book out... book out... tmr is our book out day.. bookout bookout day..." inside i was thinkin of how to incoperate the word birthday inside the cheer along with bookout day. so durin dinner on 24th i kept rehearsing the cheer in my head tryin to add in the word birthday or creat a new cheer for my own birthday on 25th. haha. but i failed. nonethless spirits were high. morale was high, everyone was lookin forward to 25th. OUR BOOK OUT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th and 25th i sorta got tekan by both commanders and platoon mates alike. like once SGT james pump me abt 50 over times because i was platoon ic and i didnt know the strength of the platoon. BUT it was all in GOOD FUN, JOY and MERRY LAUGHTER. and im not complaining. at least my presence was acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th came. and the day in tekong dragggggggged. i just couldnt wait for book out time. from 1600. drag till 2000. 2000 then they started RO (routine orders) ie just a general meeting and debrief for the entire company. so 2000 RO. RO toook quite some time (esp to me since i cant wait to step on spore grnd to celeb my bday) den finally time to march to ferry terminal. i think i touched spore land roughly only arnd 2100??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and small sis were there at pasir ris mrt with a cake. haha. went hme. cut cake. took pics with me in smart4 to send to dad in china. well. by tt time it was already past 2200. so bascially. that was the end of my 19th bday. alil sad. a alil un-eventful. but i cant blame no one. if only i could haf booked out on 24th. if only my bdae was on 26th. then my 19th bday wouldnt be so pathetic. nevertheless. my name is still darren and im as good lookin as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bday celebration was nth compared to keli. like seriously. her friends had it all planned for her. and im rili freaking jealous. grr. from having a surprise visit at her place by her cedarian friends. to gg out shoppin with them. to gg fish and co glasshouse for dinner and surprising her by invitin a bunch load of close friends to honour her 19th bday. gaarrrhhh she had at least 4 cakes la!!!! i only had one from my family! but yet again. NEVERTHELESS im still darren and can do 20 pull ups and look dashingly cute when botak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. army life is&lt;br /&gt;fun cos i like the military&lt;br /&gt;tiring cos everything is abt physical stuff u march run sweat carry slog toil and every muscle in ur body is worked&lt;br /&gt;hectic cos u always haf to rush u cannot take ur time. 15mins to eat. 5 to queue and take food. 2 to keep ur plates and cutlery abt 8 mins only to really consume ur food&lt;br /&gt;busy cos u very seldom have spare time aka admin time aka slack time. you are always on the go, doing sth.&lt;br /&gt;sleepy 6 hrs of slp is nt enuff. esp with so much physcial stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;hot cos tekong sun is IMBA. its 1-2 degree hotter den in spore. plus theres not much shade and shelter so its like you're doing everything at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;sweaty for obvious reasons. u do PT under the sun u do unarmed combat under the sun. thats enuff to bake you.&lt;br /&gt;sticky cos i can stick on sloppers very well&lt;br /&gt;stinky cos i nv wash my clothes at all for that 2 weeks aka 14 days&lt;br /&gt;cold esp in the morn. and if u even tried bathing in the morn. ur balls shrink so much. u haf problem finding them at ur crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats basically it and im bookin in NOW already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is outfield camp for me. 6 days out in the wilderness the jungle. no water no bathing no food no fruits just dried rations like biscuits and sleepin in ur own " grave" abt 1-2m deep and 10m away from everyone. if it rains. its GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt not to take civilian life for granted. i cherish every civilian moment in spore and i treasure everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160098760366717874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R5xae7GXe7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/z9DIrIrXMKk/s320/1_348935603l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the tall girl beside me is cheryl. she is so cute i walked her home last night and even dreamt of her after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn i dun haf her no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6908706355659447293?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6908706355659447293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6908706355659447293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6908706355659447293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6908706355659447293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-to-blog-1.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R5xae7GXe7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/z9DIrIrXMKk/s72-c/1_348935603l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5051661738171045379</id><published>2008-01-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:07:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BDAY IS ON 25th JAN RMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DOWAN TO CELEB INSIDE TEKONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I book out on 25th evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26TH celeb for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5051661738171045379?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5051661738171045379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5051661738171045379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5051661738171045379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5051661738171045379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-bday-is-on-25th-jan-rmb.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5749387756032678396</id><published>2008-01-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:50:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fipgH60I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kMLZCfc2h0k/s1600-h/DSC00697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151871178851740482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fipgH60I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kMLZCfc2h0k/s320/DSC00697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the very first cycling trip. i rmb i was out at town with van the man cos it was her off day and she has no friends. den went home abt 9 plus 10. to meet bel who was already on the way cycling to my house from kallang. ask him how he do that. kallang eunos kaki bukit ubi defu hougang. lol. ok so when i reached hme. pump air into bike. then bel is here. den we cycled to punggol to find weicheng. den wc brought us to punggol jetty. up to HUGE slopes. i liken it to mega and baby roof. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fi5gH61I/AAAAAAAAAO0/gXYTom85hdI/s1600-h/DSC00700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151871183146707794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fi5gH61I/AAAAAAAAAO0/gXYTom85hdI/s320/DSC00700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after that go find eleanor at pasir ris. cycled thru TPE. chiong the entire stretch. quite dangerous yet exciting. very scared police car suddenly stop by and catch us since its illegal to cycle on expressway. go pasir ris found eleanor. went to changi eat supper. philip kelly were sleeping already. then cycled to changi beach. so a few ah gua / gays. holy. body figure sizzling hor. face adams apple ultra turn you off. rhymes. so decided to take this picture somewhere along the way. somewhere around changi. den cycled from changi beach to east coast park. IMBA LONG. the park connector the entire route we cycled was easily 10km. my hands super sore. den talk cock slack at bedok jetty where people were fishing. den after tt. it was home sweet home at abt 7-8am in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fi5gH62I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-anmfLsIl0k/s1600-h/DSC02107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151871183146707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fi5gH62I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-anmfLsIl0k/s320/DSC02107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; countdown new yr eve at my place. transition of 31-12-07 to 01-01-08. had BBQ at my place. dun feel offended if you werent here. i just needed some time with the gay BOYSSSS &lt;a href="mailto:~!@$%$"&gt;~!@$%$&lt;/a&gt; lol. everyone. everyone except chicken cycled here. means everyone has a bike. and at 1am in the new morn of the very first day of 08. what could you do? where could you go with a bunch of gay boys with bikes each??? no transport? NIGHT CYCLING LA. this time. we just did bascially the same shit. but less hiong. distance. much less shorter den previous. oh i think i was hunting tigerx when the clock strike 12. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fi5gH63I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wt6E3_dDRg4/s1600-h/DSC02109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151871183146707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fi5gH63I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wt6E3_dDRg4/s320/DSC02109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SAME SHIT. punggol jetty. up and down the big slopes again. i realise both pictures my pose are almost identical. i knew it. u scrolled up to check. ok. so there you go. survivors of gunung stong. standing there admiring its peak. (it really felt like that once u finised cycling the two imba STEEP slope. trust me. its steep. ur tighs will burn after that) and then it was more exploring our pungggol. scary eerie dark cold and freaky. everyone is cursing at tthe ppl who choose to stay and live at that estate. pay me money i also dowan live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fjJgH64I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-w9PqUQDhOE/s1600-h/DSC02110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151871187441675138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fjJgH64I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-w9PqUQDhOE/s320/DSC02110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bob the builder lent us his bull dozer. so we climbed up. take picture. even after a police car drove by. after taking that picture. the bulldozer transformed into optimus prime. and said "autobots rolll out!" so we kept rollin rollin rollin rollin rockin all the way to jalan kayu and had pizza. ya surely pizza of cos is prata. rhymes again. prata is so imba, i cant stop my mama, from tryin the banana. ok at pratamania i saw miss charmaine gan. hiphop teacher with bunch of hiphop guuys at 3-4am in e morn at jalankayu. lol. after tt. we went home. talk cock outside my hse. half outside half inside. abt army life. imba. ARMY LIFE. nice talk. go ask junyu's blog. talk. go home. slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg. psp party at my place. psp party AGAIN. lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days and counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5749387756032678396?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5749387756032678396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5749387756032678396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5749387756032678396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5749387756032678396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-first-cycling-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/R38fipgH60I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kMLZCfc2h0k/s72-c/DSC00697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8230041465742111548</id><published>2008-01-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:11:34.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this in my junk mail. I saw this title FORM MR. LUIS FRANK. I have no idea what prompted me to open it. But when i open the message. I got this. The email is luis.frank.hotmail.com.fr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORM  MR. LUIS FRANK.&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN REMITTANCE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;BANK OF AFRICA (B.O.A)&lt;br /&gt;OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA FASO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this mail will come to you as a surprise as we never met before. I am the FOREIGN REMITTANCE MANAGER of B.O.A Bank of African. I Hoped- that you will not expose or betray this trust and confident that I am about to repose on you for the mutual benefit of our both families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your urgent assistance in transferring the sum of ($18.5 million) Eighteen Million Five Hundred Thousand United States Dollars immediately to your account. The money has been dormant (in-active) for 10 years in our Bank here without any body coming for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to release the money to you as the nearest person to our deceased customer (the owner of the account) who died a long with his supposed next of kin in air crash since August 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the money to go into our Bank treasury as an abandoned fund, so this is the reason why I contacted you, so that my Bank will release the money to you as the nearest person to the deceased cutomer. Please I would like you to keep this proposal as a top secret and delete it if you are not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receipt of your reply, I will send you full details on how the business will be executed and also note that youwill have 40% of the above mentioned amount if you agree to help me execute this business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and waiting for your urgent response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards&lt;br /&gt;MR LUIS FRANKFOREIGN REMITTANCE MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;B.O.A BANK OF AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. joke. i still took the courtesy of correcting some spelling and grammatical errors. But i couldnt be bothered to read the entire email to correct the whole thing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that even if they want to scam my money they should try harder. like really harder? lol. this is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i just "betray(ed) this trust and confident that I(he) am about to repose on you for the mutual benefit of our both families". oh no. will i get sued?!?!?!?! lol _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ugly stupid things aside. kelly shared this with me through email. thought i should spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGoi1MSGu64" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGoi1MSGu64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlYkIJVguCU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlYkIJVguCU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbbxA8a_M_s&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbbxA8a_M_s&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say its 30% good music, 20% talent, 30% stand-up comedy-ly funny and a 100% entertainment. ok editted lyrics from linkin park's remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days to enlistment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-8230041465742111548?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8230041465742111548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8230041465742111548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8230041465742111548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8230041465742111548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-found-this-in-my-junk-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6469203535804278930</id><published>2007-12-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:02:54.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came back from dinner today 29dec saturday 8.30pm. my mum told me i have a letter from mindef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one for my dad one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First emotion: Excited&lt;br /&gt;I thought: finally.......!!! after countless calling to CMPB to check my enlistment date and gettin numerous people telling me stuff like i will be enlisting most probably in april since i am a "A" lvl student and that i passed NAPFA with at least a silver. While some other officers i talked to told me that "oh april slots are full. you will most prob enlist in july or sept."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go around telling people that hey im enlisting in april. (tryin to self-convince myself) and laughed at people enlisting in jan. and i kept planning and telling myself what to do during jan feb or march. 3 whole full LONG months b4 i enlisted. (or so i thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to climb asia to be an instructor thinking that i could at least rise to some rank or high category like a LEAD INSTRUCTOR at least. which needed, i would say, at least 5-10 sessions of being an instructor. i even left my email behind with weichieh at climbasia to request to work at their counter. 5 bucks an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i constantly reminded myself the stuffs i havent do which i stated i would do in my blog like running for a marathon, gettin a job and learning to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i will rot my life away until march before i started my physical training. ok not practically rot. but find a job and work with a contract for at least 3 full months. and get some working experience and feel how its like to suffer in the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i snatched the letter from her. and started to tear it open.&lt;br /&gt;but before i tore it up. i told my mum "oh enlistment date already."&lt;br /&gt;she said "no la cannot be. your papa also have the letter."&lt;br /&gt;i told her" haha they askin papa go back for reservist lor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i felt that that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my mum didnt believe it was anything to do with my enlistment date. until, quite surpringsingly, she opened e letter b4 i could. and announced "12jan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped. heart skipped a beat. told myself. haha joke 12jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i continued tearing up my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i saw the words. 12 JAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i screamed and my world crumbled. words failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THAT CRAP FOR NTH. all the worrying, the cursing, the lamenting why the hell i went to report i have latent TB, the moans of anxiety waitin for the enlistment date to be announced to me which took ages, constant sneering of a possible enlistment date of july or sept, way later than any other jc student. and finally at this moment the pink slip of paper just announced my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im given 13 days. 2 weeks. to settle my life. organise my thoughts and feelings. and get physically and mentally for army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS MUCH AS i am looking forward to it and how much i really want to do it. i feel its really unfair to give me 13 days to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have eaten so much these past few days. eat until bloody full. i have not been watching what i eat. not keeping myself physically fit. not keeping my body in shape. not running not training not psyching myself for this. and now. 12jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren wake up. as much as ur life may be screwed now. you gotta move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i intend to play and enjoy the rest of the days, PLAY TO THE MAXXXXX. train all i can. then start packing for NS. wooohooo! suddenly i have changed to become a JAN KIA. OH SHIT MY BIRTHDAY. OH NO SHIT I JUST REALISED i GOTTA CELEB MY BDAY INSIDE. DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok screw. people pls organise more outings and jio me out NOW.&lt;br /&gt;play train pack. wooooots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6469203535804278930?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6469203535804278930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6469203535804278930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6469203535804278930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6469203535804278930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-came-back-from-dinner-today-29dec.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-279138631980246989</id><published>2007-12-20T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:26:55.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ask of you to not judge me after reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gorbulas.blogspot.com/2007/12/question-and-answer.html"&gt;Question and Answer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why are relationships of any nature seemingly doomed to failure? Why does nothing last?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because ultimate loneliness is found in one's mind, in one's memory. For in memory, no two person share a common emotion, a common remembrance, a common narrative. Even in recalling the same, the disparate memories slide past. Memories are riddled with gaps, fissures, wounds. No two person can ever share a common history, a common memory.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Memory fades with the passage of time; it is as corruptible as any material object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because expectations are lost in the sea of translation.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because everyone lies about their affections&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because human beings are the real selfish bastards that they are and all they're interested in is receiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because humans are inconstant as the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because humans 'love' on the basis of need. When the need is over, the 'love' ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because life is impermanence. Because we all move on.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because we have no idea what love really is as much as we think we do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why do people remember one only when that someone is gone? Why do they love only when it is lost?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because humans are creatures of regret and waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because humans never value the things and people they have till it's lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because humans live in the past and in the future but never the present.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because humans need lessons of loss to embrace the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because we all believe we are immortals and subscribe to the delusion that there is always time.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because eternity is a lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gorbulas.blogspot.com/2007/10/nostalgia.html"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"During the twenty years of Odysseus' absence, the people of Ithaca retained many recollections of him but never felt nostalgia for him. Whereas Odysseus did suffer nostalgia, and remembered almost nothing. We can comprehend this curious contradiction if we realise that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for memory to function well, it needs constant practice: if recollections are not evoked again and again, in conversations with friends, they go&lt;/span&gt;. Emigres gathered together in compatriot colonies keep retelling to the point of nausea the same stories, which thereby become unforgettable.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; But people who do not spend time with their compatriots, like Irena and Odysseus, are inevitably stricken with amnesia&lt;/span&gt;. The stronger their nostalgia, the emptier of recollections it becomes. The more Odysseus languished, the more he forgot. For nostalgia does not heighten memory's activity, it does not awaken reollections; it suffices, unto its own feelings, so fully absorbed is it by its suffering and nothing else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Milan Kundera, "Ignorance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random snippets, from somewhere, which really intrigued me and got me thinking. I espcially liked the one on nostalgia. Gives a whole new meaning to the role of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. Feels like doing literature again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-279138631980246989?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/279138631980246989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=279138631980246989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/279138631980246989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/279138631980246989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-ask-of-you-to-not-judge-me-after.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2135375405072667651</id><published>2007-12-16T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:18:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying to make u real sick of this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geRdF1XWsoM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geRdF1XWsoM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching e vid was i reminded how nice a show a walk to remember was. i rmb watching it on channel 5. it was really nice. and i think this song really goes well with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u hvnt watched a walk to remember. go yahoo type watch movies online a walk to remember. spare me abt 2hrs of ur time. i ask for nth in return (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tj___ball&lt;br /&gt;stop associating me with what hurts the most. theres this song too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2135375405072667651?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2135375405072667651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=2135375405072667651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2135375405072667651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2135375405072667651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/trying-to-make-u-real-sick-of-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1227665628444800810</id><published>2007-12-14T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:59:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt want to do this. but after visiting junyu's blog. reading that he has neglected his poor blog. ( not that it has much effect on me. i dun mind not updating just for u desperate readers to keep clicking on my url and being disappointed that i havent updated... ) and after weicheng asking me on msn what i've done for the day.. i realised. i forgot my purpose of keepin a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to record the daily happenings of my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. actually not that my life is mundane now. its eventful as can be as you shall see soon. BUT. only thoes close to me will know how much LIFE i have now. its ffreaking freedom from 10 yrs of academic life. seriously. books on the hiatus now. im really enjoying life. at taka today with bel, this feeeling reached its peak i felt like i owned e world. having both parents overseas. being the eldest at home gives me supreme authority and PLUS having not being tied down to any institution like company or schoool. im not freaking responsible for any of my asinine actions. bel suggested i punch a fat guy and run off after that. i COULD get into trouble for that but that was what i am looking for now. since no parents at home.. they cant do shit! lol anyway bel said matter-of-factly that after punching the fat guy. i run he also cant chase so wth. bottom line: i own e world. at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see i can and should really recap on my life since my last entry post. BUT! its really late and gary and my sis (yes can u believe it ) are now sleeping in the room behind me. so i should really be considerate and end this post fast and off everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN AGAIN i realised if i dun recod things down. then whats e point of this blog. lets go slow shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. woke up from a stay over with 5 gays in my house. i slept tt night with thier remaining cushions and extra pillows i gave them for them to sleep. felt really weird cos it seeemed like they were still around. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up. van told me 5 orchard. i told bel 5 orchard. wc called me up. yes CALLED me up to dota. played one game which i would consider nice despite us losing since it was really a fun game where there was 0 kaopehing. yes zero. unlike... well u know urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that game. bathe chiong to orchard cos van told me not to be late. reached within35 mins. van herself still at home. -_- i seldom use that face but van really make me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orchard mrt me and bel met.. den we go eat yoshinoya. saw some japan exchange trip students and there was this one student whom bel commented "even japan's wangnan is cooler den our wangnan" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van bring me bel go recruit express. find lynette. not jeanette ok jingwen? funny girl blacklisted me from the start just becos of my face. too good looking for her i guess. so according to van given thier high efficiency i'll get a call asking me to go for an interview in a few hrs time and thats really freaking me out. anyway after recruit express bel van me went to visit gwen at her temp stall outside cineleisure. gwen is super funny and why the hell is she attached already? van and gwen is super funny tgr and i duno why bel so big reaction when i told gwen tt van is bel gf. bel shy. lol. wanted to watch show but warlord knn all selling fast so no show. go eat cos van the man hasnt eaten and bel the hell is hungry. so we went around to find sth to eat almost ALMOST ended up in simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually we ended up in paragon basement see some japan person make soba at some soba so good reastaurant. for i think 30-45mins. jingwen joined us at deliengland. i think van is really funny and can really clique with us easily and i think we ALL are in the same frequency eexcept i dunno why for that night bel was surprisingly quiet and not himself. i'll get whacked if bel seees this so dun show him this entry. but i think hes flabbbergasted by van WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jw thirsty so we went starbucks. oh the smell and place remind me of studying in tamp's starbucks. ok no studies here. ok sat there slack. bel tried to contact the yr1s but michelle was pimping with graham at st james powerhouse sorry make that HAMMIE-BOY. den zoe was busy wanking for zh too busy to ans bel's call. and joey was busying booozing with his irc friends one 21 one 22 yrs old like wth. so from after starbucks and spotting some idiot using vans stupid htc fone also ( who in e world uses htc?! dn even bother tellin me i dowanna know ) i went home rushed home to get stuffs for cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come out 23.30 almost 00.00 meaning i had no more train. took nel to dhoby ghaut realised no more train. came out. cab to kallang. 6 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the cage END UP ONLY 2 TEAMS. like. ok. 2 TEAMS SCREW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially was a over populated 5 teams. now end up all pangseh only got 14 ppl. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cage was so-so as usual my golden boots didnt disappoint me i espcially like the match when me and wenginn went to the court beside ours to invite some outsiders to play with us. they were adults having thier own car smoking tatoo and all. anyw. we fielded our "best" team cos i wouldnt consider it best cos wenginn and a few others wasnt in it while i was in it so that means it isnt the best team. got me inside the team is underdog team not best team anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scored a few. i LURVE my first goal. first goal of the whole match recieve ball turn 180 shoot score. and the finale last goal. i play play play pass to jinchaw who was open and free like anything and he basically just needed to to lift his leg to score. and hell yeah. that was a nice match. tho i played maybe only 30-1hr at most. and had to pay 10 bucks ( i havent paid weng inn actually ) plus the 6 to come cage. PLUS the eventual 12 to cab back home ALONE from kallang to hougang at 2am its a freakin 30 dollars for a few steps and MANY times of puttin the ball behind the net. ERRR! its really late and if u notice at the half way mark of this entry i have already been sprouting nonsense. so ignore whatever ive said and dun get offended. espcially the goal keepers at the cage whom i;ve humilated. wahahaha/ chill juz jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for updates and pictures on prom, chiangmai annd life btw prom and now. i'll blog thoes events for u. really. i will. i SURELY will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1227665628444800810?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1227665628444800810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1227665628444800810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1227665628444800810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1227665628444800810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-didnt-want-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4602666585394492266</id><published>2007-11-25T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:20:09.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;        13 nov. countdown to 13 nov. den its climbing. climbing. climbing. NATURAL WALL. rock climbing. falling. overseas climbing. CHIANGMAI. CLIMBING. thailand. OVERSEAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COME BACK from thailand. den its prom. prom night. dress up. cool hair. cool suit. cool guy. PROM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEn its more chilling. chiong game. chiong soccerr chiong volleyball. chiong everything. MORE chilling. maybe go find some work or work at climbasia. MOre CHIILLLING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;den its XXMAS. XMAS YES XMAS IS FUN. i LIKE XMAS.den its CRASH JC ORIENTATION. go SAJC. GO TJC. go MJC. wear cchs uni. act like sec4s. GO MAKE FRIENDS. crash. play. have fun. make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Den its void. Cos all my friends are enlisting in JAn. while the poor lonely guy here is left all alone without his brothers. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God bless me for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 packin in time for chiangmai 26th to 2dec. ( i havent started packin. and its 3 days away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 come up with sth for prom b4 i leave for chiangmai aka 26thnov aka 3 MORE DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 haf fun do well and enjoy and dun die in thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 look dashingly stylish and chic for prom after chiangmai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 lookin and gettin a job after prom. to earn and repay the 1k i spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this hols. nov to dec i wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. learn swimmin ( go on and laugh )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. run and train for at least half marathon with jiajie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. train for boulderactive in march 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. club like nobody's business ( yes im noob any pro care to bring me? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. earn money and save for my future so i can give my parents a big housse to live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lets see recap on past days. gotta do dis to ensure this hols is well spent and not wasted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  sun tanned at rongjun's condo the tropica with wc bel and of cos rj. rj is whiter den me i tell u. any after abt 1-2 hrs of restin, lying on the bench under the sun ( or lack of it ) i did come out abit darker. tks to wc's sun tannin oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) enjoying my psp. games like pro evol soccer 07 , tekken, gundam, monster hunter freedom 2.. really can make me sit anywhere and play for at least 2-3 hrs. i seriously dun mind going to tamp lib or starbucks like i used to for long hours of muggin to now sit there similarly the whole day and play my psp. which means 8 hrs of playing time. include lunch break toilet break... my butt experiences an equal and opposite force by the chair for abt 5 hrs. tamp lib to psp anyone?&lt;br /&gt;(quite cool if all 7 of us who bought the psp tgr from rispwaker.com PLUS david PLUS wei en PLUS weicheng all occupy 3 tables in the tamp lib and chiong wireless lan and play gundam or tennis or soccer tgr. REAL COOL. tts what psp is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) bought my prom stuffs. like finally. cost is 179.90. not including excellent body figure, dashing lookin faace, nice facial features and a MR UNIVERSE character as inner beauty to go along with the prom suit. man whos tt stylish guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) walk orchard a total of 4 times. to find the prom stuffs. and spottin 10 ppl wearin lil miss shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) half packed my chiangmai thailand trip's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) finished watching HEROES episode 1 season 1. hehe. its nice. i toggled btw waitin for the show to buffer and monster hunting on my psp. im seriously waitin for my eyes to spoil and for e day to come when i get my first pair of specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) climbed a few times in school. memorable routes being the two bridging flat wall routes which is really not easy ( at least for me not to kelvin ) and hang dog'in baby roof. but im glad to say at least ive regained enuff confidence to do natural wall climbing now ;) even if it means falling. or thoes freakish thoughts of the rope snappin or for me to fall at least 3 clips or for the quickdraws to pop while i am fallin when u r somewhere HIGH up in the natural wall and have the feelin of leaving ur life to gods hands. like what philip said.. sometimes u feel so desperate like " if its time to go, its time to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i havent done:&lt;br /&gt;1) survive from chiangmai&lt;br /&gt;2) stun everyone at prom&lt;br /&gt;3) learn swimmin or sign up for a swimmmin course&lt;br /&gt;4) started runnin for a marathon&lt;br /&gt;5) been to a chalet ( climbin? pri sch?)&lt;br /&gt;6) go xmas party at MR TAN HSE.&lt;br /&gt;7) crash orientation&lt;br /&gt;8) find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man it goes on.... for now. ON UR SPEAKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4602666585394492266?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4602666585394492266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4602666585394492266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4602666585394492266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4602666585394492266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6336987879603158492</id><published>2007-11-23T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T02:35:53.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its official. im freee. time to start living life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;460 for thailand chiangmai trip. im going there to climb with tjc climbing club yr1s. 7 other yr2s including me. not including abt 80 for food. and abt 100 for miscellenous shopping etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;381 for a white psp slim and lite. i bought from online. i bought it with 7 other friends from online. did the transaction at some simei blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get clothes for prom. blazer shirt pants shoes. OR. hat vest tie shirt pants shoes.&lt;br /&gt;just go far east or any freakin shoppin centre in orchard or whatever. you are BOUND to see blazers and shirts. cos its the PROM season and everyones doin prom shoppin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;460 + 380 = 840 if i spend about 160 more. i've effectively used 1k of my mums money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after phy ppr. last A LVL PPR. phy ppr1 MCQ on 20th nov. which marks the end of my exams. i went orchard, far east abt 3 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a prefect dream suit for prom. but. i dowanna spend alot for prom. since ive used 840 of my mums money already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i bought a shirt and pants from far east for 120. the aunty and hot salesgirl the guys kept flirtin with were really nice and friendly. pleasant PLEASANT shoppin for prom experience there. 120 shirt and pants. jingwen bel say ok normal standard price. i bring home let meimei see she say pants could have been 20 bucks. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that shop. spin B. i saw a white blazer suitin my body size to the core. EXTREME suit! extreme match! hard to find small sized short blazer. but in that shop... that blazer was MADE FOR ME! she charge 80 refusin to go lower. 80 for a prom. i thought of chiangmai i tot of psp. i thought of one night of glamour for prom night. and the currrent financial situation my family was in. i wept inside. boohoo. dream perfect good lookin hot suave darren in prom no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change of plans. darren turn style chic STREET kia. no choice no more formal look. im now going street and chic. see how i play with big sis' s topman grey vest (cotton pullover). topman black vest ( button waiter kind of vest ). my shirt and pants bought from spin B for 120. beanie from zara 17bucks ( which i just bought today also nicer than weichengs topman one fyi ) . maybe shave my head like wentworth miller or beckham. and shoes. which i have no idea will come from whr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me for&lt;br /&gt;1 packin in time for chiangmai 26th to 2dec. ( i havent started packin. and its 3 days away)&lt;br /&gt;2 come up with sth for prom b4 i leave for chiangmai aka 26thnov aka 3 MORE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;3 haf fun do well and enjoy and dun die in thailand&lt;br /&gt;4 look dashingly stylish and chic for prom after chiangmai&lt;br /&gt;5 lookin and gettin a job after prom. to earn and repay the 1k i spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hols. nov to dec i wanna&lt;br /&gt;1. learn swimmin ( go on and laugh )&lt;br /&gt;2. run and train for at least half marathon with jiajie&lt;br /&gt;3. train for boulderactive in march 08&lt;br /&gt;4. club like nobody's business ( yes im noob any pro care to bring me? )&lt;br /&gt;5. earn money and save for my future so i can give my parents a big housse to live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this list will go on. i shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6336987879603158492?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6336987879603158492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6336987879603158492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6336987879603158492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6336987879603158492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-3431647229694216557</id><published>2007-11-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:58:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A random thought of mine before 'A'level started..I tried to link climbing up with studies and exams..I found a few similarities..Firstly, training are like revision..A few month of hardwork in exchange for a few hours of in-competition feeling..Secondly, competitions are like exams..Full of anxiety and a bit of stress..Before a competition, i will have an image of myself going into a competition confidently, but the routes will prove to be too hard for my to complete..The sense of helplessness..disgusting..Hope that i wont go into the exam hall having to feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only difference is that even after competitions, climbers will still continue to climb due to the burning passion that lies within..Tell me..Who the hell will be in the right mind to remember how to form 2-bromopropane when given propene, or remember what keynes have to say in solving a depression.?!Maybe RJ ba..Or limzy who wants to reach the pinnacles of his studies or whatever he calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random discovery..While flipping through the measurement notes, Albert Einstein said this:"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school"..This statement is extremely scary to me..Imagine..You tell the rest of the people you know..i received education..You step in to the examination hall with your education..Guess what?I'm quite sure that you will get an Ultimate grade with your education..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine more routes to go..20 days complete all the nines routes..Have fun and enjoy the last 20 days of studying in JC=)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM TERENCE's blog. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 nov. countdown to 13 nov. den its climbing. climbing. climbing. NATURAL WALL. rock climbing. falling. overseas climbing. CHIANGMAI. CLIMBING. thailand. OVERSEAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK from thailand. den its prom. prom night. dress up. cool hair. cool suit. cool guy. PROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEn its more chilling. chiong game. chiong soccerr chiong volleyball. chiong everything. MORE chilling. maybe go find some work or work at climbasia. MOre CHIILLLING. den its XXMAS. XMAS YES XMAS IS FUN. i LIKE XMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den its CRASH JC ORIENTATION. go SAJC. GO TJC. go MJC. wear cchs uni. act like sec4s. GO MAKE FRIENDS. crash. play. have fun. make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den its void. Cos all my friends are enlisting in JAn. while the poor lonely guy here is left all alone without his brothers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm i shall go look for more brothers! and sisters of cos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-3431647229694216557?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3431647229694216557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=3431647229694216557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3431647229694216557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3431647229694216557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thought-of-mine-before-alevel.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1545834997365085480</id><published>2007-10-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:34:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way. Have i told you to read Mr Tan's travel blog? Really quite insightful you know. Only if he could update more regularly on his travel blog. Instead of his private one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Claudia writes good GP essay. Actually i've only managed to read a few of her GP introductions cos they are claimed to be so good, you can read it by itself! Ok gardenia motto. No no seriously, her GP always tops my class. And its not an easy feat since im in that class (ok jokin). So ya. Her style of writing is really quite cool and funny and damn HER style of talking. like typical claudia wong giving lecture kind of thing. But anyway just read her blog. I dont know why im posting this now althought i have read this post so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to want to post it here cos i just read through Mr MARCUS TAN's ppt on discrimination, censorship and some other teachers ppt on gender. Mr Tan gives quite some scope to his ppt i would say. More than the other random tchers whom i randomly chose to dl to read. Mr tan's ppt are quite more informed. OF COS RIGHT MR TAN LEH. NOW IN DUBLIN playing brokeback mountain with his russian roomies leh. GO read his travel blog and find out what they do in the "testerone-filled halls" WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to claudia wong. Here's her uneditted version of "the case for the XX chromosome"&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the prelims, which was GP, i wrote the question on the importance placed on equality of the sexes. i guess my inherent feminist instincts took over my head, i pushed for equality too much and i just wrote the essay without giving much voice to my opponent (i.e. no balance) but who cares, what i think is most important. haha. coming to think of it, being a girl and able to play football as i like is very much of a privelege, or in extreme terms, a female emancipation. yes i still hate the fact when sometimes guys make stupid comments about girls playing football, or how some guys steal the street soccer court from us as if it belonged to them.&lt;br /&gt;i admire guy soccer coaches who believe in letting girls take up the sport, and soccer guys who dont mind us playing on the same pitch as them. the best respect guys ever paid to me personally was last yr during our first match, soccer guys took our match very seriously, cheered on for us, bet on the score. and voted me woman of the match. they even put their dollar to their word, and bought me 2 cans of 100+ which cost like 2 bucks per can in that horrible money-extorting place. but on a serious note, in other less developed countries, females cant even speak when not spoken to, are treated as objects and what have you. just a few stats here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-females make up just over 6% of all company directors in singapore&lt;br /&gt;-worldwide, women make up more than half the population, but only 12.7% of all parliamentary seats, they work 2/3 the world's working hours, produce half the world's food, yet earn only 16% of the world's income and own less than 1% of the world's property&lt;br /&gt;-in russia, &gt;12000 women are killed each year as a result of domestic violence, and 3 million women are physically abused by their husband or boyfriend each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i think me staying at home watching oprah on tv, seeing her start up her Oprah Academy of leadership for Girls, to attempt to change the trajectory of disadvantaged girls from poor homes, and seeing 2 Asian girls be the first female team to win Amazing race Asia (note: asian chicks rock) and receiving the navy invitation propelled me to write that question. i admire girls who push themselves to challenge their physical limits (eg mel who's the fourth fastest runner in class, which means only 3 guys beat her, and my rj friend's friend who can do 20 pull-ups and is training for standard chartered marathon soon) i know of guys who dont like these kinda girls, and who promise that they'll never date girls who play football and stuff. that is discrimination! the same as being homophobia, or racist. i watched ' i now pronounce you chuck and larry' the other day, and after mich's sermon on homosexuals last week, i think my perception of them has changed. they, like normal people, have feelings too, and the same way remarks are made against females, or to particular races, its just as hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day at tuition my econs tutor was teaching on price discrimination, and she posed an interesting question. lets say, on ladies' night, whereby females get to go in for free, do those butches get the same privelege too? yes, by nature they're female, but they're going in to check out the chicks too right? how about transexuals? or do clubs admit people on the way they look? like if you're female but dressed as a guy you pay the guys price too. also, if a female wants to go for a guy haircut, does she pay the guy's rate or the female one? for econs knowledge this is third degree price discrimination. haha. my econs tutor, in the future, wants to set up a club whereby only females can enter, enjoy female company, and get entertained by males. apparently it is commonplace in Japan, but not a single one of this type has opened in singapore yet. dont get her wrong, being entertained by guys in her meaning is she'll employ refined men to engage women in intellectual and insightful conversations, instead of ordinary guys in other clubs who try their lousy pick-up lines by saying 'can i put my glass here?' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i grow up and if i make alot of money, the first cause i would donate to is that of helping prostitutes. especially young girls forced into it. it indeed is a horrible thing, and i guess the wounds inflicted would never heal in a lifetime. next on my list would be child labourers. while trying to be someone great in the future, i think what i'll settle for now is to go out and play some football with my siblings, and be grateful for the feminism movements in the past which have allowed me to do so. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, esp thoes who play soccer. Next time u see the Miss GP pro walkin to the field or the soccer court... u had better make way for her and clear the D-area. if not she'll write dedicate another blog entry to NIAO'in every soccer-playing guy in TJ. oh my. what a nightmare that would be. probably would go on to win some commonwealth essay competition in dublin whr Marcus Tan is the chief invigilator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SCREW THE NONSENSE. 30 DAYS BOY! 30 days darren yuen. like what jiajie tcher kwek said. 30 days for 80 yrs of good life. COME ON DARREN! go screw everyone's asses on the release of A lvl results with your 4A's! COME ON DARREN! 4A's is ur TARGET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1545834997365085480?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1545834997365085480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1545834997365085480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1545834997365085480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1545834997365085480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/10/by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8911470227859799013</id><published>2007-09-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:43:03.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to post this cause i was thinking about this during one of the papers. haha. so apparently i wasnt concentrating well on the papers huh. i figured that the time they give is roughly the time you need to complete the paper, so if u happen to have LOADS of time left (eg phys ppr 3) it means that you're gonna fail, cause you have nothing left to write. and i hate those moments whereby time pases so slowly when half your paper is blank, you just wish they would collect the papers that very moment then everyone else who knows how to do will be on roughly the same footing as you. haha. but anyhow i love mcqs, cause its a quick painless kill. approx 1 hour, its over. and if you really dont know, you guess, you might get it correct. and, since the machine marks your answer script, there wont be any teachers (esp your tutor) who might just have a good laugh over the stupidity of your working and answer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when students get frozen to death in the hall, frantically mess up their papers and race against time, invigilators turn into air-con remote controllers, string dispensers and emotionless zombies. i hate it most when invigilators who are your tutors walk extremely slowly past your table and try to decipher what you are reading, or walk past your class row the last 10 mins as a 'reminder' to wrap up your conclusion. its so stressful! but i guess being an invigilator isnt easy too, cause you would have to bear the long hours doing nothing but walking up and down the rows and taking attendance. so, if i were an invigilator, i would:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-admire all the different jackets worn by the students, and rank my top 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stare at the students' ez-link/ICs closely, and laugh secretly at all the unglam shots taken when they were younger, or how weird they look in black and white and compare how different they look in real life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-look for a fellow invigilator, and gossip about my students. i guess it would sound something like this ' eh N22 has been together with G16 since last year leh'  then since all the helpless studens are stuck to their seats, if you didnt know your student's other half, it would be the perfect chance to check them out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-give the students a shock by speaking directly into the mike breaking the silence and say 'you have 10 mins left'. (usually the practice not to scare students is to gently tap onto the mike first then speak into it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stand on the stage and see how many huge pimples i can spot from afar on my poor students' foreheads (note: pimples and stress levels have a very positive linear correlation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that should be about all, and if i dont happen to do well for the prelims, you'll know why cause weird stuff is going on in my head during the papers. but you'll never know, the invigilators might just be trying out the above. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM CLAUDIA's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to play pool with Jingwen Terence Darren Limzy Weicheng Joe Graham and Rongjun. Graham came up with this cool system of playing, like some World Cup qualifiers like that. haha. Darren and I had some mini debate over whether the winner of the first pair should vs the winner of the second pair or the loser of the second pair instead. Graham's Theory is that the winner of the first pair won't have any incentive to win if he is going to be up against another winner next. His theory is that if winner going to play winner then loser going to play loser then a good player would rather lose, then get to play someone worse and win easily. lol. Darren's Theory is that if winner play loser than the loser win and advance, the winner did not benefit from anything at all despite winning the first round. haha. he says that someone can win the first two rounds and still lose to someone who lost the first two rounds and that person qualifies for the top four still. haha I think both make sense la. can debate some more next time. =D And I can't believe I drank bubble tea twice in a day. haha before going up to the pool place I bought Grape Ice Blended coz the weather was so hot. After that they all keep buying Chocolate Oreo Ice Blended tempt me to buy again. LOL.. pictures later too. got some funny picture of Joe looking like he's posing for some modelling agency.took it while he was talking to Weicheng. like a real horse! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM KELVIN's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny people say funny things. since im lazy. i let them to the "funny" talkings for me. also, refer to jiajie's running is free blogpost. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-8911470227859799013?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8911470227859799013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8911470227859799013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8911470227859799013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8911470227859799013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-to-post-this-cause-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6583543595388560274</id><published>2007-09-06T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:49:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rt7qBM6-5PI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MNYO9Eo-Oo4/s1600-h/1_597498261l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106776333854106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rt7qBM6-5PI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MNYO9Eo-Oo4/s320/1_597498261l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LIMZY AKA ONE ARM PULL UP GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got this shit from bel's frenster profile. his caption was " look at the pro go! " how apt. i can really sense and really feel what he meant by his words. its literally " look at limzy go! " like in a kiddy childrens show. or lala playing on his skate scooter. or is in po. his twisted legs really make him look like Mr Strong from the little square white book series where there is Mr Topsy Turvy and Mr so and so. Limzy looks just like one of them in that pic. Actually they should add one more character Mr Limzy. Surely a hit among the kids. Hor Mr LIMZY? I dont know about you guys. But i find this pic really funny. This action is really prompted by the past few days of studying with him. Felt the need to pay some respect to him like how Weicheng did on his blog for Rongjun. And there you have it. One solo special shout out to limzy aka one arm pull up god who crushes everything he comes into contact with, nourished by his daily supply of CBC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*bloody hell i'm ****** laughing to myself at this hour. i hope u guys ( climbin guys ) died laughing already. See la, too much influnce by weichengs blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6583543595388560274?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6583543595388560274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6583543595388560274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6583543595388560274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6583543595388560274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/09/limzy-aka-one-arm-pull-up-god.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rt7qBM6-5PI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MNYO9Eo-Oo4/s72-c/1_597498261l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5483988633315171018</id><published>2007-08-10T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:57:47.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recapping on my blog archives. i did some summary of the posts to remind myself the key events of classic stuffs which happened to remind myself how ive grown. dun read too much. just click. scan see look laugh. dont dwell on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORM YOUR RESOLVE. CHARGE FORWARD AND LEAVE NO REGRETS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robotics. frs. whole family picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classical chungcheng pictures. when i cut BOTAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories in nyjc... dragonboatttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOLAR foto of me. excessive sun tan by dragonboot and kayak. deciding to go tj or stay in ny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napfa exp in yr1. surprisingly my yr2 5 items did better den yr1 5 items. but my yr2 2.4timing sucks big shit. while my yr1 2.4 timin is one of e best ive ever ran so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahman jio me join soccer becos i scored against 3 yr2 soccer team defenders. new found passion in climbing.. startin to like 19/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports carnival stayovernight in sch. house comm experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of gunung stong. i miss thoes times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html"&gt;http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident whr i sorta "niao'ed" weicheng on my blog. and he got pissed with it.. lol. second batu caves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5483988633315171018?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5483988633315171018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5483988633315171018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5483988633315171018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5483988633315171018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/08/httpexosphere.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5440696705426279941</id><published>2007-08-08T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:44:45.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How to make sure the butterfly cannot fly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get a butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is the egg which hatches into a caterpillar. The caterpillar eats and grows. At the right time, it makes a cocoon out of its own body. While in the cocoon, the caterpillar changes into a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the butterfly is ready, it starts to break through the cocoon. First a hole appears. Then the butterfly struggles to come out through the hole. This can take a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to "help" the butterfly by cutting the cocoon, the butterfly will come out easily but it will never fly. Your "help" has destroyed the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly can fly because it has to struggle to come out. The pushing forces lots of enzymes from the body to the wing tips. This strengthens the muscles, and reduces the body weight. In this way, the butterfly will be able to fly the moment it comes out of the cocoon. Otherwise it will simply fall to the ground, crawl around with a swollen body and shrunken wings, and soon die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the butterfly is not left to struggle to come out of the cocoon, it will never fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn an important lesson from the  butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have struggles and challenges in our work, we will never grow strong and capable. If life has no difficulties, we will become weak and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Lim Siong Guan Head, Civil Service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5440696705426279941?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5440696705426279941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5440696705426279941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5440696705426279941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5440696705426279941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-make-sure-butterfly-cannot-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6863904352909825744</id><published>2007-07-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:24:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZY-MEJZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NL1xasra3cg/s1600-h/304946435_4346a4335f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZY-MEJZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NL1xasra3cg/s320/304946435_4346a4335f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910245496923538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rope burn. camp 5. the biggest climbing gym in asia. msia. last yr dec. second batu caves trip. our yr end trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZZeMEJaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X1J3cWnh8ok/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZZeMEJaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X1J3cWnh8ok/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910254086858146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockmasters. without bel becos he parkoured and broke his knee. one of the few nicer pics i can find from the rockmaster comp in general. jingwen still looks like indian satay seller. i still insistin not changing into the singlet they give us to keep it clean and dry for e proper climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZZuMEJbI/AAAAAAAAALA/VniZx6tqwto/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZZuMEJbI/AAAAAAAAALA/VniZx6tqwto/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910258381825458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and rongjun. the last trng session of batch tjccc 06/07. learning rope ascending. technique of ascending on a vertically dropped rope. so if u live in a hdb flat. u need not worry abt power failure of the lifts anymore. IF you are not afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZZuMEJcI/AAAAAAAAALI/QgPx-PhGBR8/s1600-h/DSC00756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZZuMEJcI/AAAAAAAAALI/QgPx-PhGBR8/s320/DSC00756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910258381825474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new climbasia. bunch of coolies whom ive sweated out with. but not representative of everyone who actually did went down to help b4. total help out sessions probably abt 4. i was down for all 4 sessions. the most memorable being e first and last session. last session was a stayover whr we stayed til 3am in the morning. at farrer park just to do up climbasia for soft launch just hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZaOMEJdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/u_0GMs27VjQ/s1600-h/DSCF0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZaOMEJdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/u_0GMs27VjQ/s320/DSCF0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910266971760082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jw's bday. hard rock cafe orchard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6863904352909825744?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6863904352909825744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6863904352909825744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6863904352909825744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6863904352909825744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-rope-burn.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqoZY-MEJZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NL1xasra3cg/s72-c/304946435_4346a4335f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-384812306198751675</id><published>2007-07-22T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:40:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNV-MEJUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B3yqWQ_-fSQ/s1600-h/07072007242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNV-MEJUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B3yqWQ_-fSQ/s320/07072007242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089997043724985666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing the jan babies: john keli mingfeng tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNWuMEJVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sLlzPyjPxm8/s1600-h/07072007364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNWuMEJVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sLlzPyjPxm8/s320/07072007364.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089997056609887570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june babies: gordon eric xinhui jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNW-MEJWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ssXm53dKP40/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNW-MEJWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ssXm53dKP40/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089997060904854882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny bangala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNXeMEJXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R11ybKR2gD8/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNXeMEJXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R11ybKR2gD8/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089997069494789490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbasia. all e sweat and hardwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNXuMEJYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yTgfWnb7HPs/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNXuMEJYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yTgfWnb7HPs/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089997073789756802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumblezy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-384812306198751675?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/384812306198751675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=384812306198751675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/384812306198751675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/384812306198751675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/introducing-jan-babies-john-keli.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RqNNV-MEJUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B3yqWQ_-fSQ/s72-c/07072007242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6114321330636931479</id><published>2007-07-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:25:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days are pretty much all CLIMBASIA. helping out here and there. constructions. clearing up. packing moving shifting screwing. every single shit in CA. i had my hands on it. i probably chalked up abt 20 hrs of work there. 2o hrs and for every one hr i get 10 bucks worth of credit. do ur math. philip said i could climb for a lifetime alr. heh anyone wanna buy my credits? i sell half price. :P i was the FIRST climber in CA btw. with the mats ( which i packed cut zip stuff and set ) and the new tiles with painting and all. way coool. im pretty much into this climbing community but willl have to put a void here and now. cos its studying time. hopefully my job/post with CA is is secured alr. i will be e next jups cum ivan. for more pics. refer to juyu/weicheng/terence. shall post later. or maybe not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6114321330636931479?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6114321330636931479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6114321330636931479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6114321330636931479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6114321330636931479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-days-are-pretty-much-all.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5835135113472488732</id><published>2007-07-07T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:59:44.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah u cant believe what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just abt a lil past an hr ago. i was playing Soldier Front on www.ijji.com which is a game i wonder if theres any diff from gunZ which kenneth is playing. anyway i was doing this alone at home. with my mum and maid slpin soundly all thruout this whole incident. ok well romeo was up awhile but after tt he became pretty useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just guessed what happened. at my house. at 1am in into e wee hrs of e night. well i just played a live Soldier Front around my house with this uber camoufladge kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff of crap. knn i was playin soldier front, a first person shooter game. everything same as counter-strike keys and all and style just tt background abt less clearer almost like battlefield cos of too many details. so just imagine bfield without helicopters tanks and stuff which is why i say a cross of cs and bfield. (just ask joey or graham) den all i could hear was bang bang bang and "fire in the hole!" when suddenly i hear noises outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok need u to picture my house. grnd floor. usin my sis com. alone. outside dark condo dark street lamp like knn no light and everywhr else dark. den i heard noises right outside my window. which is. just to my right. i stretch out my right leg can put my legs on the window grile liao tts how near. and the outside was like if i stand up. i can look at the person standing outside, below my window alr. so upon hearin e noise. and hearin romeo barkin. i stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY knn this knn pair of knn white eyes on a black indian body wearing knn white shirt and white pants with knn a ear ring on his ear so bling bling white and bright which appeared like a third eye was staring str at me. it was like. i just stop my shooting. heck care e fact tt i was being killed in the game. stand up, look outside my window. look down. and i knn get this 3 white eyes starin at me. i blink to zoom out of the 3 eyes which my "crosshair-eyes" auto zoomed in on to come out from my "artic-scope". den i see this indian dreessed head down in white starin at me. blubbering some nonsense i dunno what the heck he sayin. knn a cold shiver shot str down my spine. i broke out in cold sweat on e spot. i dunno whether to shoot or throw grenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i choose option c. cower away in fear. ok screw u. i just sat down calmly and tot of what to do. if u ask wc or anyone who's been to my hse long enuff. tt guy dun even need to parkour or do a white boulder route to get hold of my window grile and try to pry it open or throw some poison dart at me to put me out den fish out my keys or sh den break into my hse. with me out flat. but of cos my other comrades like bumblebee and jas will come in to take that hostility out. ok anyw. so i sat down. and decided to do sth b4 he does sth stupid to wake up my mum and cause her to be worried or disturbed by this knn siao kia patrolling around my hse which is grnd floor so he just circle my hse on e floor = i must circle my inner hse to follow him and watch him frm window to window to make sure he dun try and break in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took up the phone. dialed 999. at least 4 times. b4 i really plucked up enuff courage to convince myself tt yes now is the time to act hero and be the " oh so vigilant" neighbour u only see in "Crime Watch". i just pictured me being on e show and lookin stupid at reportin this incident to the police in a calm voice but inside obviously is trembling all over shit. i was a messed up peice of shit den. only guy. only one awake. house grnd floor plus previous breaking in experience made me know enuff how vulnerable i was. coupled with rich and imaginative tots of wengseng. i swear i badly wanted a AK to shoot that man down. btw b4 i started to play soldier front for at least 2 hrs.. i was watching claudia's dvd Blood Diamond. a freakin violent, coarse lang show abt how african is in war and conflicts over its nartual resources diamond and whr kids like below age 10 were taught how to use AK to shoot and kill. ANW. i called police. reported a suspicious character and waited out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean while. i left my soldier front there and i could see my character stoning there at base and from time to time being shot at point blank since i was afk. meanwhile i was playing soldier front live in my hse with tt ultra camoufladge guy who blended so well into e night. i saw him walking arnd my hse. from e window. to my room. den go to e middle of e road dunno chanting what spell like "EXPECTO PATRONUM" ok screw i forget how to spell tt harry potter spell alr. wow. spell e spell. ok so. i decided to stalk him around. like sneakin arnd my own hse. careful not to let him see me thru e window. plus not to let e outside moonlight and street lamp light shine in on my face in case if he turned arnd and look up den kena full view of my face. so yea. no sound. crouching low low. hiding away from light. doing e james bond and side staring from the side of e window to catch glimpses of tt meagatron. while i, Optimus Prime, waited for e knn slow big big white police van to vrrom vrrooom and park in e carpark right infront of my hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den these two policemen one bald wearin junyu's guailan specs scratchin his head and giving me thoes buay song look and attitude ask me whats wrong. i told them whats wrong. and so they went to patrol my neighbourhood. btw just seconds b4 i realised the police was here, i lost sight of megatron. i dunno whr he had gone to becos i sat back down infront of my com to recover my dying character in soldier front and went out to the lobby (chatplace) and told my sis bf what had happened and called my sis'es to both come back fast becos megatron was outside and prime was tired and gg to slp soon. so yea e police found e man eventually after a long search.. somewhr at the bustop. they came back for me, prime, and asked if the guy was " tall dark young and handsome and wasnt walkin str." i said, "yeah yeah tt's him. AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT!" den e police went to talk to megatron which at e point of time was at e busstop whr i couldnt see and i decided to play SF again. so later i heard noises outside again i realised megatron was back and he threw away some bottle of bear VERY NOISILY into the rubbish bin just outside my hse and disappeared into thin air. next came a knock and i realised it was jas and bumblebee. they recorded my name again and i told them i was "prime. OPTIMUS prime." and den my code number and blah blah blah and explained to me tt megatron was drunk and he lived nearby. bumblebee has told him to go home alr and said if i needed any help again i just needed to summon them by sayin. "ACIO transformers!" then they will come back to protect me and megan fox again so as not to disrupt our private times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this i all e more want to be a specs ops kia so i could haf sniped that arsehole down just from my window or just drop him a c4 from my window and he'll go "wow whats this?" like kelvin den i will TEE! detonate and den he knows what its like to fly like buckbeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok screw. high into e night with darren e might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5835135113472488732?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5835135113472488732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5835135113472488732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5835135113472488732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5835135113472488732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah-u-cant-believe-what-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5536522572080598013</id><published>2007-07-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:23:32.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUFJDVlxKZw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUFJDVlxKZw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. quiz for climbers: identify the map and identify the name of the flag point. haha if u watch it and listen really carefully. i think the chinese soldiers damn funny. "xiong di men gen wo lai!" i supposed its "follow me" command. haha. den the air strike part.. the artilery part. the words. artilery firing! is so familiar. like habing being commander quite often recently its rili very "er shou" to me alr. haha. den got one part whr they c4 the vehicle. heh i done it on kelvin i plant 2-3 c4s on the road in one str line. den i hide at one corner. den kelvin drive his vehicle past den i detonaTe. haha shud haf seen his hoping mad face whr he turn arnd and just stares at u and says nth. haha. fun times fun times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if ure free and got nth else to do just check out these vids for me and see which song is nice so i can upload as my blog song.. tks. i personally quite like these songs. so if we happen not to share e same taste, try and refrain from insultin my taste k? to each his own. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8" 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tlU-1u1JC8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tlU-1u1JC8" 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiiU-Fky18s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiiU-Fky18s" 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmfasWzdyHs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmfasWzdyHs" 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/7208393-5536522572080598013?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5536522572080598013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5536522572080598013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5536522572080598013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5536522572080598013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1870578844372813872</id><published>2007-07-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:45:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw. i lost my prev post abt how i missed trng just becos i had to insert kel's post for memory's keep sake. DAMN. I LOST MY self typed post. damn damn damn. it was a quite emo, quite nostalgic, quite bring out the feelin in everyone kind of post and i lost it. WTF!! man. im not gonna re-do the post man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys. i miss trng on wed. dun u? i miss it when on this wear-sch-uni day and quite slack lessons day, where everytime when the bell rings for lunch, i'd walk towards canteen. den tell my class mates " eh i put bag first" den i will end up pang seh'in them and eatin with the climbers. den it will be let ur hair down and cock session with the climbers.. whr we will watch what we eat.. cannot spicy cannot fried no pork no red meat shit. den we'll niao rj for not finishin his soup becos he scared pump later. den after tt walk back to sch for civics and contact time. if its mass den we'll just saunter back tgr and hang out tgr.. after civics or contact i'll walk briskly big steps light hearted to the b area. preparing myself for trng later. the nostalgic feeling of walkin from audi to b area with the feelin of havin trng later. gettin pysch up and all. den at b area. change clothes. den either take ball go zham net with jy or just stay in b area and wait for the " eh ban mat ban mAT!! " by bel ernest or ter. den u'll hear plooump plat plish shisssh thoes draggin sounds of the mats on the floor and the throwing of it on the floor.. den we'll just walk arund in circles in the puny bouldering area of ours and wait for proper trng. wait for philip. den ernest will go " guys two rounds warm up." den i'll drag myself to parade sqaure den we'll just go jog some tog. den stretching at parade sqaure. all thru out this with the process of niao'in ppl... from graham's jihong to limzy... (actually hor help me recall what topics we used to niao abt leh.. i kinda forgot last time our fav pick up line and our fav niao target liao.) now i only rmb limzy and SURE PRO.&lt;br /&gt;anw when our standard nostalgic stretch whr we wil "take a seat".. i'll just let my eyes wonder around the sch lookin at things ppl do. i just rmb this scene whr we were doing butt stretch and i saw some truck unloading some sofa for the sc room with the sc ppl there standin arnd lookin at their new sofa. den we were like cockin abt whr they get thoes money from.. den i just rmb seein nabil den sparkin off so many random tots linking one no link thing to another like y they must hav sofa. whr they get money from. what is sc in the sch for.. y our b area no air con. y ours open space theirs they have a own closed private room.. kind of lame shits. den after stretching. we'll just walk back to b area expectin to see philip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den philip will brief us. im always amazed by what he has to say or is going to say. e way he make his speech or e way he speaks.. den its real trng with the boulder traverse and then someone will go "whrs the dj?" den the 987 will start blastin with ong and leong and " hey girl i wanna catch ur wave.." den its just FUN boulderin and fun.. gosh. i think i dowanna go further. memories r memories. this r e past and will nv happen again. we cannot reverse back time. i always think like tt : if such things dun end. or if we dun haf a full stop to all this. will it be thus sweet for us to reminiscent abt after tt? will that be the value of missing these precious moments? i guess we need to move on with life. and painfully endure for this yearning and missing to slowly go away. tts how we learn. tts how life is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i miss trng. now i still must think what to do again after sch tmr. which well. could have been very well what i've described above.. now gotta find things to do for thoes supposedly-trng days alr... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1870578844372813872?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1870578844372813872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1870578844372813872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1870578844372813872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1870578844372813872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/screw.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5766198679057091689</id><published>2007-07-03T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:17:58.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for memory's keep sake. i got this from kelvin. to put a note down in my blog so few yrs later i can come read back and luff at this fun day tt happened. just to remind myself of this climbing mega outing in sentosa on the sat right after jct. very very special day for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was loads of fun in the sun in sentosa. volleyball, beach soccer, picnic-ing and playing around with the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Burying Elmo in the sand was fun! hahaha.. then she so easily tickled. coz rite her feet was sticking out of the sand after we got nearly her whole body covered. lol. then we tried to cover them up with more sand but she screamed and squealed like some mouse. HAHA. damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh all the food was yummy-yummy. but one of my favourites was Siying and Crystal's (sorry not sure if got anyone else!) Baked Potato smothered in mayo and topped with sliced ham and bacon bits! IMBAAA... =DD ehh Jingwen and Rongjun pity I didn't manage to try your sandwiches but I heard from everyone else it was great too!&lt;br /&gt;3. Shalynn has SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH! people hit the volleyball at most fly like 3 or 4 metres up but when she hits it flys up and comes down 10 seconds later. LOLLL ok that was a bit too much haha! I think she was aiming for the stars. =)&lt;br /&gt;4. Limzy is one imba keeper and defender but when you score against him the feeling is damn SHIOKADOO. haha got once i managed to get past Junyu and Terence then found myself one on one with Limzy. I sidefooted the ball in and Limzy SIAM-ED! haha! he open one hole let the ball go in. STEADY AH. =D&lt;br /&gt;5.We nearly drowned Darren man. haha. he is one real panda. really don't know how to swim. Elmo and Eelin and a few of us lifted him up and carried him all the way across the beach to the sea. He put up no resistance until he saw the WATER. WHOA. like some Ju-On will crawl out of the water and pluck out his already limited hair like that. haha he struggle and resist like some mad dog. lol Darren. chill pill. just for entertainment's sake. x)&lt;br /&gt;6. We had a LIVE Discovery Channel programme entitled: Wild Sex being aired right before our very eyes! LOL. our coaches brought their two dogs (Joshie and Dolce) along as well. then during the later part of the day, they left for dinner, tying the two dogs to a coconut tree. so BOOM. I'm sure you can guess what happened next. they started rolling around the ground with each other and Dolce (the male) tried to, ahem with her. HAHA! damn funny. Ernest Bel Chick etc all gather round the tree and watch them mate. LOL. Graham even took out a camera. Sicko ah Graham! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of them became LOBSTERS. haha. red and juicy! especially Choonwei. wa, you should have seen. really RED man. haha. have fun peeling your skin ppl! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5766198679057091689?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5766198679057091689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5766198679057091689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5766198679057091689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5766198679057091689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/07/man-i-seriously-feel-empty-and-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-4373883267124963874</id><published>2007-06-16T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T03:14:33.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny, cool stuffs. wait for my music to finish playing b4 u come back to this page to watch the vids. wont take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XULAcHr414"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XULAcHr414" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cute guy. spore's got talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa-6QAvosb4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa-6QAvosb4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler gauge in e making..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAzza3vSgZs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAzza3vSgZs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea man. my type. i'll pay to watch such stuffs man. prelude to stomp the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/En0A8KGMgq8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/En0A8KGMgq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes imba. damn cute boogay. search bianca ryan on youtube to find conny's sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-4373883267124963874?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4373883267124963874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=4373883267124963874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4373883267124963874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/4373883267124963874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/06/introed-by-bel.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-5889884765124863478</id><published>2007-06-14T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:44:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN3zEzlfbXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN3zEzlfbXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt sure exactly wic contestant they were tryin to suan (prob e last guy hu appeared on stage at e end).. but i felt tt the guys tryin to act like e real AI judges was hilarious and e resemblance was uncanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real blog update for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today bfield'ed with e guys. like woah oh so fun. actually no. todays session was boring and wasnt exactly my idea of fun and joy and laughter. it was like. a silent game ( esp e last match ) whr ppl were pretty much too involved with doing what they were doing. like no amazign stuffs, crazy things. or funny shits to luff mad abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den dinner at cartel. didnt quite like e idea of girls being placed tgr. den guys just gotta fill up around them. like. at one point i was gg. we're matured young adults. 18 yrs. its actually a big enuff age to do and think what tt individual can. and in law. 18 yrs old entitles u to do quite abit alr. so i would haf prefered a relaxed scenario whr opp gender could haf mixed. socialize more. and like losen up abit. and not be so clique-ish and stickin to ur PARTNER or stayin in ur grp and being w e person u haf been tgr w on e train to stong or e ones u've slept with for batu. like. ya. its e bunch. its e clique. e gang e grp. tot like some matured NUS gatherin wouldnt have such stuffs occurring. like more ji-hongin would haf taken place. duno. might just be my open and talkative sociable and ji-hong trait we're talkin abt here. like soorta leave certain ppl out i feel. esp if ur seat is not in a strategic postion to talk. u can just turn to e one beside u and strike up a coonversation. and not always talk to e same old person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f4 silver surfer. initialy was really disappointed w e girls. like only 2 turned up? oh well. maybe it was some discipline or curfew shit. i shouldnt expect too much of e club girls.. sry NO OFFENSE!! no hard feelings. no harsh intentions here. pls dun come scoldin or sms me abt this. just my personal feelings. so ya. only claire and crystal and wow. e ever-so-on guys of climbing cluB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so on nel waitin for train to come. this guailan kia tried to pick a fight with us. obviously out to find trouble. lol. he just stood dere and kp'ed alot and yelled. didnt do much actions. else i was alr prepared to dial bel and e guys back to have some TEA session w e guy. lol. didnt happen otherwise he'll pee if i had called bel over. =D just an escalator away! anyw tink he was just buay song with us lookin at his shoes. cos he was wearin e same nike shoes as wc. except it was fake! hahahah! still wanna diao me when i walked past him at hg station. lol! tt sparkle at his left ear was so coool worhzx! i am so deeply attracted and tt sparkly enhance his look soooo sooo much worhhhx! so coool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-5889884765124863478?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5889884765124863478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=5889884765124863478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5889884765124863478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/5889884765124863478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/06/nt-exactly-wic-contestant-they-were.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2516902804096137266</id><published>2007-06-11T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:47:42.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7C6z6nDrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yoin3UbBBSU/s1600-h/bald+mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7C6z6nDrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yoin3UbBBSU/s320/bald+mango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075208145717366450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bald mango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7DEj6nDsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0ZAPxvtmbi0/s1600-h/nice+tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7DEj6nDsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0ZAPxvtmbi0/s320/nice+tech.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075208313221091010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the techniques i used in this one. lousy holds. nice cross hand.. nice drop knee.. nice way of holdin the tile.. nice climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7DcD6nDtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vXcq8_6JpoY/s1600-h/strong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7DcD6nDtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vXcq8_6JpoY/s320/strong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075208716948016850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing off my back and arm muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7GCT6nDuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M1yYfBw7tFE/s1600-h/froggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7GCT6nDuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M1yYfBw7tFE/s320/froggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075211573101268706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. funny match leg position. froggy style. i prefer to think. pangsai style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7GKz6nDvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OI7pMk45TRc/s1600-h/da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7GKz6nDvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OI7pMk45TRc/s320/da.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075211719130156786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im on my way to doing t stretch on the wall. like a chinese character "da4" as in BIG in chinese. cool ar. if my hands a bit longer. i would have completed that route easily. zz. right hand move up few inches touch the tile can le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7Jkj6nDwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nHKTSvaexSc/s1600-h/bleeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7Jkj6nDwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nHKTSvaexSc/s320/bleeh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075215460046671618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whrs weicheng looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7NXD6nDxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wN3jIclygdA/s1600-h/comic+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7NXD6nDxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wN3jIclygdA/s320/comic+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075219626164948754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be the cover of some comic. so juvenile delinquents. whats bel touching or scratching or rubbin. eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7NpD6nDyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CQEjZrgUuRs/s1600-h/bel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7NpD6nDyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CQEjZrgUuRs/s320/bel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075219935402594082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check bel out. top left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7N6z6nDzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PBkK-_qVhD8/s1600-h/One++Big+Family!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/Rm7N6z6nDzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PBkK-_qVhD8/s320/One++Big+Family!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075220240345272114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just go on for hours just starin at this pic. over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**for kelvin. i re uploaded each pic once more. for his viewing pleasure. kelvin, i present to u. the climbers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2516902804096137266?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2516902804096137266/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8811147783998136308</id><published>2007-06-11T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:11:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KNOW ME BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ENFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are very protective and supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you do need to "feel special" - and it's quite easy for you to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are a natural leader. You can help people discover their greatest potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Bright Star Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/bright-star-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&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/7208393-8811147783998136308?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8811147783998136308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8811147783998136308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8811147783998136308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8811147783998136308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/06/know-me-better-you-are-enfj-giver-you.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7777404789402196786</id><published>2007-05-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:29:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hold the shift button and left click:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nV7E64KGguY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benfit of all you newbies out there, click on the link given above. When the window opens, press PAUSE. Then Alt Tab to MSN and talk to your loserish friends. Then when you've gotten sick of them. Alt Tab back to youtube and watch the video after its FULLY buffer-ed. Once you're done with the youtube. Come back to this screen and read what follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxHEI1nwnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o_2k4xupysY/s1600-h/grp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxHEI1nwnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o_2k4xupysY/s320/grp1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005416929772146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing.. our very own. tjc climbing club guys.. applause pls. as u can see we're all very hyped-up and ready to rock and roll and own rockmasters. there were some 140 participants in the novice men category and they are all piled up behind us like coolies being shipped to singapore with only a 20m by 20m holding room. *refer to the video at time 8:25* so they decided to rip me apart. with kelvin lookin at graham's tralala and jingwen acting like a roti prata seller selling ramly burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG-I1nwmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNuk9Yxq39U/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG-I1nwmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DNuk9Yxq39U/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005313850557026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there i was. up on my first route. after waiting for some 2-3hrs in the steam room. the tile my right leg was stepping on was the starting tile. which many fell on just to be able to get to my position. yet i could do a pangsai position there easily... my right hand is up going:" oh yeah giddy up cowboy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG7o1nwlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LGRxx4QQDS0/s1600-h/1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG7o1nwlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LGRxx4QQDS0/s320/1b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005270900884050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly from the corner of my eye i see a mosquito and since i hate them. my left hand instinctively launch and went to slap the tile that poor lil insect was resting on. PIAK. DYNAMIC ACTION! *for all thoes who watch naruto. this is GAI's phrase when he was fighting against kisame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG4I1nwkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WaOk6ODIzuE/s1600-h/1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG4I1nwkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WaOk6ODIzuE/s320/1c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005210771341890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i didnt feel like climbing anymore. hence i started to down climb safely onto the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG0Y1nwjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bJwrqtxNaOA/s1600-h/1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxG0Y1nwjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bJwrqtxNaOA/s320/1d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005146346832434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there i was. resting on a chair. hideen away in the shadows. smirking at the dead mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGxo1nwiI/AAAAAAAAADs/iDQZjGZ15eM/s1600-h/2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGxo1nwiI/AAAAAAAAADs/iDQZjGZ15eM/s320/2a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005099102192162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up. it was route NUMBER 2. as wonderfully demonstrated here. this route is espcially friendly to tall people like me. but would be rather crampy for taller people like graham or chicken for the starting part of the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGnI1nwhI/AAAAAAAAADk/_uakOUdxjXQ/s1600-h/2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGnI1nwhI/AAAAAAAAADk/_uakOUdxjXQ/s320/2b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004918713565714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here. im applying what i've learnt which what philips always says to maintain a TRIPOD position in which ur hand and two legs form an imginary triangle on the wall. for minimum repulsion and maximise stability. go read your chem bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGdo1nwgI/AAAAAAAAADc/RsmOinqmILM/s1600-h/2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGdo1nwgI/AAAAAAAAADc/RsmOinqmILM/s320/2c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004755504808450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue shit there is called a volume. and its the ending tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGa41nwfI/AAAAAAAAADU/dNKkN5OzMYE/s1600-h/2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGa41nwfI/AAAAAAAAADU/dNKkN5OzMYE/s320/2d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004708260168178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, being super strong. decided to choose to continue my climb. since i didnt want to bore the spectators and to give them something to cheer about. hence i chose not to end my climb but to reach for the next tile beside the volume. PART 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGS41nweI/AAAAAAAAADM/LNxIl3OLXn8/s1600-h/2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGS41nweI/AAAAAAAAADM/LNxIl3OLXn8/s320/2e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004570821214690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realising i was about to fall.my left leg decided to kick the wall. once again, DYNAMIC ACTION! PART 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGPo1nwdI/AAAAAAAAADE/w_y6oZRcpDo/s1600-h/2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGPo1nwdI/AAAAAAAAADE/w_y6oZRcpDo/s320/2f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004514986639826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. i've deicded that my left hand and left leg is still the strongest. alas. time and tide waits for no man. i decided to not waste my time and chose to come down after displaying my talents on the wall. to much applause from the audience for my entertainment value. PART 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGCY1nwcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCjCeMDnHgg/s1600-h/2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxGCY1nwcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCjCeMDnHgg/s320/2g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004287353373122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there i was. waving to the crowd and acknowledging thier unrelentless support for me. and the cameraman doing a close-up with me. 2.13 is the score i was given upon 3 for my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxF8o1nwbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VlZ2bzJWACk/s1600-h/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxF8o1nwbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VlZ2bzJWACk/s320/3a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004188569125298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;route 3 was tough. the starting alr gave me a DYNAMIC ACTION! and i had no choice but to flex my left STRONG hand muscles. even the route judge cum supporter of mine was about to raise his arms in awe of me and ready to give me some form of support by clapping his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxF2I1nwaI/AAAAAAAAACs/tWmSbZGTHq8/s1600-h/3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxF2I1nwaI/AAAAAAAAACs/tWmSbZGTHq8/s320/3b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070004076899975586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point. my right arm looks distorted. but evidently. my supporter is still in awe and looks to give an even bigger round of applause for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxFxo1nwZI/AAAAAAAAACk/nsZDkav_CdM/s1600-h/grp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxFxo1nwZI/AAAAAAAAACk/nsZDkav_CdM/s320/grp2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003999590564242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well. lets not be too bothered about the results of that route or for that competition for that matter shall we? let's just enjoy the company of this bunch of gays while we still can ok? im sure gona miss the trainings and competitions we've participated as a club. erm. wheres graham aka Ji Hong Kia (jhk) lookin at? i tot there were only guys in that room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK crap done. THIS Friday. PUMPFEST. VIVOCITY. come support TJC climbing club. better yet. COME SUPPORT ME.&lt;br /&gt;http://ntuodac.com/pumpfest/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJCCC. LETS UUHHSAR on that day!!! PAWN THE WALLS AT VIVO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7777404789402196786?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7777404789402196786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7777404789402196786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7777404789402196786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7777404789402196786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/05/hold-shift-button-and-left-click.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfxeXqxR8kk/RlxHEI1nwnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o_2k4xupysY/s72-c/grp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7877506074946144869</id><published>2007-05-29T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:57:42.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/464109"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/464109/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7877506074946144869?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7877506074946144869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7877506074946144869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7877506074946144869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7877506074946144869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/05/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-8066864414809687320</id><published>2007-05-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:22:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULES: Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 idiosyncrasies as well as clearly state this rule. After stating your 6 weirdness you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names at the bottom of the entry. Dont forget to leave a comment on their tagboards that says "you’re tagged!" and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #1: im not tt short. im just tall. and u're just taller. so shut up. you can blame someone for over eating and becoming overweight. you can blame someone for not eating enough and wanted to look like african kids. as much as you cant blame people to be blessed with long legs and extensive skin to cover their body, u cant blame me to be less endowed with height as you are. i rest my case. go talk to zhengrui now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #2: my muscles are fake. sure they are. cant stand thoes who havent seen me in real life doubt my friendster profile pics like imma twit kid who posts weird angled fotos of themselves to look cuter becos they look like ju-on when you look at them str in the face. in da first place weird angled pics dun look anyone look cuter right? i cant prove it physically or mathematically. i've failed using e=mc^2 and normal distribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #3: i like sports. im active. i have or would like to be acknowledge tt i have ball sense. and i lurve to flaunt it on the court esp during games or comps. i am sporty. i like to be active. i play games. i do sports. just like how smokers think they are cool to pay money to kill themselves. and just like how ppl likes to go clubbing and think its cool. aiyar. just pass me the ball la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #4: at this point im struggling at thinking of what to write. ok i like humour. i like laughing jokes. funny thinggs. cool stuffs. zen stuffs. i like humorous ppl. i like to be humorous. i like open, friendly, sociable and easy-going , easy to talk to people whom i can easily connect with. erm. not too much to ask for right? since i fulfil each component??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #5: er, like jer-net i keep short fingernails cos of climbing. er. just get a climber. tell him or her to leave long fingernails. tell him or her to dead-point with a big dynamic move onto a lousy hold like a crimp. den er. come back and continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #6: Jeanette takes pleasure in shitting. darren does too. esp in sch level 1 toilet besides sc room, first two cubicle. at least two rolls of toilet paper is needed to make darren feel secure b4 he starts his pleasure journey. accompanied with mini-golf, foto quest or tennis. sometimes FIR's get high played out loudy helps soothe the butt muscles also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasy #7(optional): Jeanette is wondering why there's an optional 7th idiosyncrasy. darren wonders why jeanette wonders this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suay pigs: see, unlike her. i dun share. u can copy paste this in ur blog and acknowledge its by me. or u can just alt f4 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-8066864414809687320?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8066864414809687320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=8066864414809687320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8066864414809687320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/8066864414809687320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/05/rules-each-person-who-gets-tagged-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2336692983990735513</id><published>2007-05-20T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T03:52:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. see the time now? its hours before the finals of rockmaster. i just finished mixing my own music after listening to gary's version of e songs " technologic" and "better off alone". woah. inspiration. causes me to do stupid stuffs like sacrificing my slp and being late for tmrs meetin and cheerin of terence. not to mention to screw up the rest of the week due to my accumulated insuffcient slp. add on that i havent touched any hw. i hope the songs were worth my while. pls ask me to send e songs to u and rate it! tks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2336692983990735513?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2336692983990735513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=2336692983990735513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2336692983990735513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2336692983990735513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-3609662676029096502</id><published>2007-05-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:55:34.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just because i over estimate myself. I think i am good. i think i am strong. i think i am weicheng, kelvin or terence. When in actual fact. Im just darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because i do so much sports and want to excel in each of them that i become a living example of "Jack of all trades, master of none." Hell, i wouldn't even dare say I'm as good as Jack or have such favourable terms of trade that i can proudly use "all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I was pampered by Coach in CCHS such that i cant take it lying down the fact that i'm not even second best. Or third best. Or even 4th best. Hell, this can go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because i've nurtured this sore-loserish attitude within me that i'm afraid of losing. Or that i have problems coming to terms with losing. Losing wouldn't mean competing myself against someone, but rather fighting the pump and finishing the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because i fare so much better in other sports like badminton, volleyball or soccer that i feel my standards in climbing is way below mediocre. I don't really know about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because i have high expectations. I want to do well all the time and finish all the routes i set out doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because i compare myself too much with others. Especially Terence. Which everyone knows is so thick-skinned and bu zi liang li. But somehow. I cant help but feel jealous at his skills when seemingly, i've put in a tad more effort than him and yet still lose out to him. Its frustrating to know that i've sacrificed my month-long diet and abstained from meat just to reduce pump and yet to no avail. And i trust you all know how much i cant live without devouring meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because im jealous of how philip concentrates on either eleanor or terence and neglect somehow the problems im facing. Like i need some guidance or at least a ray of light on this dark road but yet i have to go searching for the light to find my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have so many maybe. But my sis wanna use the com. so i shall end this nonsensical post that i dont meant half of what i've said. cos i just needed to add drama and spice here so people will come back reading and checking for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i shall pick myself up... TAKE THE LEAD. WALK IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMACK THAT. SHAKE. RUN IT. PUMP IT. GO HARD OR GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO. IM'MA SHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yeah.. listening to these songs does pick me real high up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-3609662676029096502?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3609662676029096502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=3609662676029096502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3609662676029096502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/3609662676029096502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-its-just-because-i-over-estimate.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-933500591007589749</id><published>2007-04-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:19:05.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't need anxiety and problems. All you really seek is a conflict free environment which can offer peace and mental security. You don't like the idea of being alone and, whatever the reason, at this time of your life you feel as if you are being 'left out'. What you really need is perhaps some 'tender loving care'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a leader and possibly at this tine in a position of authority, but you are experiencing problems. You are not quite sure how to handle the present situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the fact that you believe that your hopes and ideas are realistic, it is hard for you to accept that your needs and desires are misunderstood by almost everyone within your sphere of influenceand there is no-one to turn to or rely on. Your pent-up emotions and inherent egocentricity make you quick to take offence, but as matters stand you realise that you will have to make the best of things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that we are all influenced by our environment and indeed you are no exception. It would seem at this time that even though you may be surrounded by people, you are experiencing an inner loneliness. Fortunately you are sufficiently strong minded to realise that life has a great deal to offer you and that you may miss your share of experiences if you fail to make the best use of every opportunity. You therefore pursue your objectives with a fierce intensity and are prepared to commit yourself deeply and readily. You believe that whatever you would like to do or think 'you can do' - you do! It is because of this attitude that you may be considered by others as arrogant and even conceited, but its fair to say that whatever it is that you really want out of life you will put your heart and soul into it and will not take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many ideas that you would like to revitalise but you need to realise a stable and peaceful condition to do so. Once you can free yourself from all the aggravation and tension around you, you will make strides that may amaze you. You will not be prevented from achieving all the things you so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some online personality test Bel introduced. According to him, its supposed to be damn true and accurate. I dont know. I only think its about 40% true. What do you think? Tell me on tagboard leh. What's true whats not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-933500591007589749?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/933500591007589749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=933500591007589749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/933500591007589749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/933500591007589749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-dont-need-anxiety-and-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-6527308896711353898</id><published>2007-04-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:54:33.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7/4/2007&lt;br /&gt;i COMPLETED MEGA ROOF! my worst nightmare. now my sweetest dream. i cant express the exhilration and the ecstacy i felt when i grabbed the last tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. off to try my sisters pasta now. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-6527308896711353898?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6527308896711353898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=6527308896711353898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6527308896711353898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/6527308896711353898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/04/742007-i-completed-mega-roof-my-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-7091929995562089153</id><published>2007-03-22T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:45:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. A rare array to Weng Seng's blog gave me renewed vigour. Heh. I hope it'll last. Always give me new perceptions to things happening around me and how to take life. Yeah. Take life from his points of view. Nothing is taken too seriously and with his "fuck-heck" attitude. Wah. He seriously enjoys life to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nusclimb.com/climb-boulderactive/schedule/"&gt;http://www.nusclimb.com/climb-boulderactive/schedule/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 23rd march 2007. &lt;a href="mailto:atrium@orchard"&gt;atrium@orchard&lt;/a&gt;. Found outside Plaza Singapura, beside dhoby ghaut mrt. Finals on Sunday. Holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-7091929995562089153?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7091929995562089153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=7091929995562089153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7091929995562089153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/7091929995562089153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-1442980145282877219</id><published>2007-03-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:23:38.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know in Meridien Shopping Centre. The one near Plaza Singapura and beside The Istana. There is a pool centre called Monster Cue and many massage parlours inside the shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girls walks into one of the above mentioned THAI massage parlour tended by a masseur. At this point, there is two variations to the story. One being the girl lies down on her own, without being asked to, with her back facing the ceiling. Another being the masseur asking the girl to lie down for a massage. He then proceeds with his theraphy. First, he starts with his hands massaging the girl's back. (naked or not you decide) He went down the silhouette of her sensuous figure. Ran his fingers down the smooth skin of her back and caressed the beautify creation of god placed right before him. Next, he does the massage using his legs and stands on the back of the girl. He did a few treading up and down on her back, taking care to apply pressure with every step he took. Naturally, like any other human beings, the girl cringed, gave distorted expressions, gave attempts at struggling and trying to break free and made noises/sounds/grunts from either the satisfaction of the massage or the pain of it all. Throughout this whole session from AFTER the girl was lying down already, till she was being massaged, it was witnessed by another man outside the massage parlour, through the transparent glass. (although it has to be opaque in real life) He then makes a fuss out of it. He tells his companions about it and makes a police report about a case of 'outrage of modesty' (you know the better word for it) and abusing. Oblivious to him however, was the veiled signboard above him and the fact that the place bore no ressemblance to a massage parlour despite it being surrounded by many. His friends did not stop the man from picking up the phone to call the police and none had the slightest of thought to stop him. Soon enough, the news spreaded and everyone in the shopping centre came to know of this incident. With that, the masseur's reputation is ruined, has no more integrity to live on, no more confidence to carry on with his massage career much less to venture into a new career path because of this incident, thus ruining and crushing his life. Nevermind if he was eventually caught or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me. How do you feel after reading the story. Malign? Injust? Well-deserved? Avoidable? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;This story is plainly just something the author came up with. Bears no ressemblance to reality or life whatsoever. Any ressemblance is purely coincidental. The author bears no responsibility for any uproar caused. He just wants you to see the WHOLE picture. You need not follow his train of thoughts. Any differentiation in perception of this issue is welcomed to be raised to the left of this window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I blogged/touch the keyboard/visit this only rightful haven of mine, a platform to let my heartfelt feelings known before the terrifying, horrifying TB jab tomorrow. Pray for me. I wish for the best and to survive the jab with negavtive results. It wont affect my training, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-1442980145282877219?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1442980145282877219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=1442980145282877219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1442980145282877219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/1442980145282877219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-in-meridien-shopping-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-2267160366511198542</id><published>2007-03-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:02:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his nick spells he wants to be a happy man. good for him. unknown to him however, is the fact that his happiness comes at the expense of mine. because he just want to live life the way as it is now which is to continue ignoring me, dao'in me, neglect and total ignore my existence and pretend this guy ( i once thought a close friend ) is not around. he just wants to to continue talking to claire. continue being normal friends with her ( if not more than friends ) continue building slowly but surely the bridge over the gap that was left unmended about two months back. he slowly gaining the momentum and amending his ways to try and fill the holes left in the friendship with claire. yes. he is a happy man. HE WILL BE HAPPY MAN. by the above elaborated way, he wants to be a happy man. but again, i repeat, its at the expense of my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont forget how he told me he wanted to get his dad to bring me and him out together to have a meal together. a good one. i have never doubted his taste for foood. never once did he let me down with his reccomendations. i was sincerely touhed when he told me the reason to the invitation of having a meal with his dad. according to him, he's dad would bring he's closest friend at that point of time to have a good meal satisfying the taste buds and filling the second largest organ in the body aka the stomach. like i said, it will definetly be a pleasure. one for the honour of having to have a meal with this great guy's dad and to get to know more about this close friend and the guy who brought him to this earth. and two. for probably getting a free meal from a hidden food paradise that makan sutra has probably missed out when they did their filming for the season. how touched i was to know that this special treat didnt come along often and was only bestowed on CLOSE friends of his. i was so touched i felt awkwardly gay at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, oh how i missed that feeling. i dont mind losing the status of being the close friend in his heart anymore. im seeing slowly that random people like joe is becoming even closer to him than i am. i dont mean harsh feelings when i use random. i use random like since neither of them have the same pdp nor share the same class. i know for one my close friend has the same taste and liking for the same girl or rather same type of girl as i do ( eg. amanda ), share the same liking for heavy beat music and nigga's rapping like T.I in justin timberlake's My Love, share the same liking for nigga songs like Run it, Take the Lead or even Chillin' with my Bitch and so on.., share the love for great food ( ok maybe he's more demanding than me considering he has more exposure to good food than me ) share the love for volleyball and so on. I can seriously go on but to third parties like you reading this post now wouldnt really connect with. cos like i said. u r the third party. you can never really feel how much we share in common and taken a fancy for similar items/objects/thing/female companion. so you cant really feel the bond i share with him. (even if he dont seem to cherish them now) i hold them truly and dearly to me heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what doesn't make sense to me is. how iniatially. he chose to ignore and give this cold treatment to both me and claire where he now suddenly stops and changes his decision and starts to become neutral or at the very least talks/sms to claire now. what i cant comprehend is. why does he chose to stop his cold treatment only on claire? why cant he just lift this curse im experiencing off me? How come despite the many efforts to strike a conversation with him, talk to him, be neutral to him or at least try to talk him round attempts seeem to be so totally useless? i cant help but recall the one time at bouldering area where me, jingwen, chicken him and jianming just suffered sun burns on our backs and he was sharing hes after-suntan lotion. ( im not even sure if he intended for me to use it or if he was willing to let me use it ) chicken, me jian ming and him were like topless and moaning about the pain, irritation and itch the sun burn was causing. thus he swept the bottle of lotion out to use. there they were, jianming and him both helping each other apply the lotion on each other backs. i went there being really thick skinned and all and asked meekly for some. ( i dont think he even knows or bothers ) and when i got it. i wanted so much to ask him to apply for me. but he simply walked off after he and jianming were done. fuck you if you think this is gay. if u can remember your dad holding ur penis to pee when you were 4 years old and you dont call that gay masturbating for you. and i would more than classify a friend applying some healing liquid medicine on your back where its hard for you to reach as showing tender loving care. in the end, (not that im complaining) chicken had to do it for me. now that, i feel damn gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt still felt this ever present animosity he had for me. i felt this barrier he has put up against me. all around him. shielding and avoiding me whenever possible. i think im wrong. since he doesnt avoid me. but simply ignore my god damn presence around him which i find all too painful for me to handle. nevertheless, feeling better and relieved from the irritation from the lotion i commented to him: " hey after applying i feel better already leh." to which came a monosyllabic reply :" huh. orh. okay." And then he just carried on without batting an eyelid towards me with his conversation with his new found (closer friend than i am to him) jianming. im not insulting or dispensing whatever close friendship he has for jianming. im just doing petty and envious comparisons of how he treats others ( in this case maybe jianming) so much better than how he treats me. you compare this to how he treats joshee when we were at philips place for CNY. hell, he played with the dog, threw things for her to fetch and smoother and pat and pamper her like she truly existed. what the fuck? i dont deserve that? i seriously wouldnt even mind if he fucking threw his pearl velcro on the mat and tell me to fetch with my mouth. AT LEAST for that i knew he accepted my existence as a living being (nevermind human or not). it beats getting dao'ed, ignored, neglected and everything else i've been experiencing even since two months back. you add the fact that just PERVIOUSLY only. just the moment before he decided to do this to me. we were like the closest gays. i went to his house im sure more than the number of times joe and jianming has added up together. i fucking slept on his parquet floor of his room with his dirty EM KEKE as my freaking pillow. i fucking got shocked when his brother Gigg played the hardgay toy with me where the fucking hardgay idiot just suddenly popped and jumped out like a jack in the box. he swore to show and watch the show 24 with me which he more than once tried to convince me it was a freaking good show. the words he used, his language, his usual dramatic ethics, his usual loud and flambouyant self, his usual expressive and hand-filled expressions is ever so vivid when he was describing the show. how i find it hard to forget. that time we hougang mall with jingwen and the rest when i was still slurping on my sweet talk and waiting outside the watch shop for rongjun and weicheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i saw that philip had the vcd 24 when we visited him on CNY. my first reaction was to tell him. nevermind the fact that he hasnt gotten over being angry with me and it was still the "i shall fucking ignore ur presence period" i turned and shouted for him and showed him the discovery i made on the cd rack. "a mere oh this show is damn good" was all i got. how could he have ever forgotten describing the show to me? how could he have ever forgotten attracting so much attention inside hougang mall where he acted like part of the terrorist in the show holding on to a fucking MP5? how could he have ever forgot that he swore to let me watch the vcd at his place on some random hangover night? how could he have ever forgotten sharing with this friend of his, who treasures this friendship so much, that he has already convinced him of the brilliance of the fucking terrorist show 24? and yet. at the spur of the moment. he simply seemed to only want to give a reply with the "get over and done with" sort of attitude and then just walk past and continue with his plan of "i shall fucking continue ignoring the carbon dioxide coming out of your nose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the only guy in climbing club other than chicken whom i know had a direct connection and interaction with my dad. chicken has been like my 5 yr friend so it would be unfair to include him in this comparison. the night where my dad came to pick me up after training and i was still eating my sliced fish rice with soup later dinner at around 9.30pm that very wednesday. my dad saw him and started talking. "so have you ever spoke to the rocks when you were climbing?" to which he duly gave his signature reply.. "errrrrrrrrr. no." in that deep and hoarse and coarse and husky voice. and then my dad had to return with this ecentric christian-ish reply: " because the rock is jesus." yes. it was so ultimate no link to me that it was ever since embedded in my mind. and how he told me how fucking weird that conversation was and how he felt my dad was funny. i would never forget that bizzare incident. the fact that my dad was here to pick me up. meant he would have walked up to me to announce my arrival and for me to leave with him in the family car. and that fact that he spoke to my dad. with cow's inference skill you can deduce that he was sitting right infront of me. how rare, sorry, how NEVER can you find him being within 5 metre radius of me. translate thoes coordinates and vector bearings you have on the hawker centre we usually frequent after training means that he has now never shared the same table as me. even if he did. he was probably because of my desperate and dire attempts to try and close up on him and he was left with no more options and spaces to seat at. otherwise whenever possible, he probably had this "i dowan to fucking share the same oxygen with this idiot" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when claire had a cold war with him at micasa. when she refused to spoke to him i cant rmb why. i was the middleman. if im not wrong the humanly side of me or rather one human characteristic of mine, one sympathetic trait of mine told me to try and patch things up. there i was consoling him telling him that wasnt to the end of the relationship he had with claire. and there i was on the phone convincing claire to talk to him. need help? rewind to scene MY ROOM of choonwei weicheng and junyu. and pepper him the guest appearance of mr kelvin who said he liked gossiping with me and the omni-present limzy who followed kelvin wherever kelvin went in micasa. and stop at the part where i was complaining about my experiences with another guy whom i felt at serious issues against me. i wont forget how rongjun was trying to convince me that i was being sensitive and the guy i was complaining about had no sensitive nerves or feelings whatsoever at that point of time. and how junyu was the silent killer who only made comments and remarks and with each rare statement that he did make from his mouth was ever so striaght to the point. how limzy was slowly soaking up all the gossips in climbing club without daring to make a noise for fear of getting chased out. how kelvin was enjoying the company of the friends he had and enjoying every moment of that gossip session. how injust i felt being treated badly by that guy i was complaining about. and HOW HE WAS LAMENTING on ending the relationship he had with claire. on the otherhand i was lying to claire saying that he felt really apologetic and was sorry for what wrong doings he had done leading to the result of she dao;in him. and how he had given up on po'in and trying to patch things up. i wont forget how he insulted me that only i would stopp so low to please a girl. and he made the statement :" my father told me nu ren bu ky yi hong de" or sth to this extent which i am very sure and can bet my life on. he was so full of himself and was so indignant and didnt want to apologetic or willing to bow his head down to whatever he might have done wrong (which till this point is still subjective) i seriously wont forget him saying that "come on la darren only you wil stoop so low" and sth like saying " nan ren yao you nan ren de zhun yan" saying we should have mans pride and whatever shit i cannot remember but it was in reply to my constant requests for him to apologise to her and po her. i rmb all this because just one week before the trip claire got tricked into believing that i lost my handphone and she was really furious after finding out the truth. i told him that i was the pathetic loser who went on my knees to beg for forgiveness despite the fact that i did not want anything to have happened and that i did not intended for that trick to have taken place. and yet im apologising for my friends wrong doing and one that was done while i was having my hair cut and did not know about the incident till after my hair-cut sesssion was over. i wont forget how he was initially pissed at me also caused when i called him to try and explain things to him and claire ( they were tgr at bouldering area while i was at katong cuttin hair) since claire refused to pick up my call feeling angry and all about being cheated. and thus i resorted to callin him on his phone. his initial reaction was to curse me and hang up the phone. i called the second time choosing to trust that at that point of time he was the more rational one to listen to me and with him i would hav more hopes of getting my situation across that i did not know what happened at all to emotion-filled claire who is not rational when she is emotional. i called the second time and desperately yelled for him to listen to me, not hang up the phone and to hear me out. true enough, he didnt hung up the phone and could even tell me to trust him that he would pacify her. im recalling this incident cos i was the ever pathetic one going on my knees to ask for forgiveness whenever there was such situation nevermind if i was in the wrong or not. i told this to him at micasa. hoping for him to do likewise at that point of time to salvage the situation he had with claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. lol. its a joke now how he can openly talk to claire now. while i dont get that honours. the effort is inversely proportional i tell you. efforts made to try and talk to him, strike a conversation with him leads to me gettin zero results. on the other hand claire does nothing and yet he chose to end the cold war with her and not me. why is this so? why is it i have to "di shen xia qi" and yet recieve no results. yet claire who despite making her choice ( which by right should induce and invoke more feelings against him ) and not making any apparent attempts to talk to him (to me) . still lead to the ultimate untanglement of the knot in the relationship? is this justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point of time when he wasnt talkin to both of us. we were suffering. and yet when there was a slightest sign of acceptance of his part on either claire or me, im happy. now. im forced to be happy cos he's finally talkin to claire. do i have the right as a guy, as a friend to feel jealous? jealous of claire and jealous of him? jealous of claire since she finally gets acceptance from him and that he has stopped ignoring her. and jealous of him cos he gets to talk and converse and do everything openly with her now and yet i dont? if i do. tongues will wag and neither of us feels comfortable. so why can he just lead his normal life while i hav to go out of way to maybe have a small talk with claire without being accused of having sth with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the one who initiated who demanded for me" to be a man" and wanted to me to take actions if not it would be torturous for him to see me not "treasure what i have" now im doing it. is he satisfied? his treatment on me makes me question my decision and seriously makes me think twice. ive done and is doing what he wanted me to but he now chooses to ignore me after ive taken his words. what is this? not doing what he said = gettin reprimanded not treasuring what i have. after claiming what i rightfully deserve i get tortured by his sufferings. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the club. first thing step into the bouldering area in the morn of road run and just after the road run gets treated to pineapple tarts. while i am not openly invited nor asked nor allowed to have any portion of it i was left to quietly steal some when he wasnt around. despicable act? lowly? thief? i just figured i wanted to try some of my friend's mother's cooking. as simple as that. yet i couldnt have the luxury of doing it openly. for fear of rejection. i had to resort to such lowly means to derive satistaction by the tarts on my taste buds but at the risk of gettin seeen and giving him the impression that i did it without being asked to. everyone was treated to it. personally. verball by him. thoes he declined were forced by him to try. even random people like arvin who merely made a rare guest appearance of about 5-15mins and kellyn who didnt stayed longer than 5 secs. were asked to try. i WASNT EVEN FUCKING LOOKED AT. fuck this. fuck this little rat here scattering for food ( good food at that ) and have to consume only when owner's not around. fuck this rat who doesnt deserved being called by the name and fuck this rat who doesnt deserve to be even looked at. he probably didnt even looked in my way in my directions and thoes who were behind of infront of me probably suffered until they walked away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this post for taking 2 hrs of my time figuring ouy my blogger account and password. and taking so fucking long to complete and edit. for that. im not even finished and im feelin screwed up. everything is going down hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking got a 0 for maths vectors test. 8th in mock comp vs an expected 5th by philip. screwed up swollen fucking painful fingers which cant fucking climb now. fucking stupid endurance which i cant even finish the blue endurance route and cant even pass 21. fucking one more day to phy test and i know nth. and fuckin 20 days left to boulderactive and my finger strength hasnt even come back. much less to recover from its swellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. academically im being labelled stupid by mrs tag for my poor maths results. physically im weak like anything without finger strength and swollen fingers. socially im gettin ignored by one of my closest friends im losing now. and suffering from heart torments everytime im with her. fuck this. just dont let emo monster take over me. life cant get worse den this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-2267160366511198542?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2267160366511198542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=2267160366511198542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2267160366511198542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/2267160366511198542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116934895387600168</id><published>2007-01-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:37:13.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As best as i can, I shall fill in any unfilled information in my life since my last post, which is like 1jan? so long ago already man. ok lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation 07&lt;br /&gt;made many many new friends. many of them sporty, committed and dedicated to their cca and of cos leadership qualities are aplenty. they're cool. people whom i can really connect and clique with.. and they dont really have major problesm or attitudes which i see in other ogms which i wouldnt exactly like. it was a thrilling experience having to try and bond unknowns tgr.. gettin them high.. though its cliche standard normal orientation kinds of camps, this one is closer to heart since these friends u try and bond will come and stay. unlike thoes in OBS where u would most probably lose their contact after some time. plus i see many of them making it big in the future haviing great potential to hold high-end ranks in thier respective cca. ok i think i like that say most people also wont get what i mean. just get this point across. my ogms are damn cooool. damn nice... damn GOOD and everything positive u can think of. and they just made my life in jc more exciting. and that i had great fun during orientation despite having to rush down from NUS mock comp which i came in second last in and i actually took a freaking cab down costing abt 5-10 bucks and still managed to MISS the complete MASS DANCE AT SUNTEC. ok im quite sore at missing that mass dance since i alr missed it last yr. ok next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGA ROOF&lt;br /&gt;ok this happened just ytd SAT 20 jan which is jingwens bday. we had interval climbing where everyone must at least 6 climbs on the wall. i tot i would dread it or i wouldnt do that well since my endurance isnt exactly that good and i cant regulate my enegery very well. but ytd proved me wrong. i am gettin better. and i NEED to get better. terence scissors paper stone with me to see who shall do the first climb which is to lead up yellow overhang. i actually lost. still in abit of disbelief and abiot of reluctant to lead climb up first since it will sap off more energy. still i did it. and regretted abit after that climb. no worries. this is supposed to be trng and tough. den it was the girls white route on panel which was supposed to be thier onsight climb. ok quite easy. just a mini yellow overhang with lesser dynamic moves on the panel. tts all. then time to onsight a route set by philip. stress pressure and everything mounted. everyone b4 me did it well. i felt the need to uphold the standard. ok well enought i actually did it. with alot of nervousness and pressure. ok now mega. i had alot of energy since i rested long enough for this route. i heck cared the part whr i forgotten most of the sequence and went up with pure animal instincts. this part where i fell. i was heel hookin with my right feet. and holdin a turnin tile with my left hand. right leg hook left hand holding onto tile. left feet flaggin and left hand going up toward the other tile. while i was barely touching the next tile with my right hand... my left hand hold turned and down i went. i fell down with my right feet staill heel hookin and naturally i fell upside down with my right feet still in the air. my left feet got coiled around the rope and now i have a rope burn. woah. u can only feel so much when u read this here. imagine when u see me do it at the second roof of the mega roof. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingwen bday&lt;br /&gt;cool. hardrock cafe. music at times noisy and loud. but the food is goooooood and ex. 158.50 for 5 people. hahahahaha. took pics. walk to esplande. did nth there. went home. btw HAPPY BDAY JW. i guess he is rili apologetic that he cant get the other climbers along though he would love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost wallet&lt;br /&gt;i lost my wallet on 20jan morning on my way to sch for training. i left it on my lap. when i got on 229. and wheni got off 229 at the busstop opp tj, it probably dropped off and i didnt realise this until i walked to sch throw my bag on the bouldering mats. and reached into my bag lookin for my wallet and handphone to put in my pocket. woah. no wallet. claire being her usual DAMN HELPFUL and NICE girl, took cab with me to chase the 229 bus. i got on. found this familiar guy whom i recognise when i got on 229. i asked him if he saw it. and apparently he had swapped seats to sit at the position where i was sittin previously on 229! i asked him. he gave this innocent action and shook his head. i was left to find the wallet desperaetely on the bus. to no avail. well. wallet gone. ez link gone. climb asia card with the CUTE foto gone. 10 bucks gone. house key gone. atm card gone!!! lucky no IC. and the replacement of my lost items are easy to replace but still. 19 bucks to replace ez link card. 5 to replace atm card. hell. i hate my carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dowan anything from u. just sms me happy bday on 12:00am 25jan i think i'll get super high. and of cos make my 25jan a special day can le. i repeeat. I DOWAN PRESENTS. I DOWAN ANYTHING FROM U. dont buy me anything. not even a cake.&lt;br /&gt;im serious. just wish me happy bday. and make my 25 jan 18th bday a sweet day is more than sufficient. i'll throw the present back at u if u give me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DON'T WANT PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116934895387600168?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116934895387600168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116934895387600168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116934895387600168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116934895387600168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-best-as-i-can-i-shall-fill-in-any.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116765371072192743</id><published>2007-01-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:16:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2007 Resolution for Darren Yuen!&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't be late. ( ok maybe give waiver of 5-15 mins? :P )&lt;br /&gt;2. Ace my A's.&lt;br /&gt;3.Be a perfect and flawless human being as best as possible in every aspect. ( that has been my dream since long ago actually )&lt;br /&gt;4. To come back and add more onto this list and fulfil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for 2007!&lt;br /&gt;1. Happiness to everyone i know.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grow taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Wishlist : Its freakin 25 days away. You better prepare something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A high-end good quality Shaver. Something like Gilette Mach3 triple blade or something like that. with a YEAR's supply of blades. ( mind u im using hotels disposable shaver currently. explains my not-so-clean shave but yet sporting a damn handsome smile on a cute face )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A zinc or ink or some not so branded and expensive bag for school purpose. My current silver sling zinc bag is giving way liao. Preferably a big bag. cos zinc bags are usually small. I dont mind a big one ( in that sense ) comparable size to my current one. And nice enought to be brought out in home clothes and Sch Uni. Can get it at bugis street? At good bargain? below 40 for sure. Sling or back pack kinds are okay with me. as long as its cool and meant for school purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Skinny cut JEANS! waist size is 28-30!!! This will be abit ex though. I dont mind any jeans from far east. heh. i was dreaming only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ankle socks! The kinds that is so short it stops at below ur ankle kind. Thoes type people think its for girls kind. Usually found at some push carts inside Bugis junction. The kinds me and Shuhui likes to wear. I have a white and pink pair. White one's gone missing. Any colour is cool with me. Ostentious colours will not be bought at your own risk. But rather at mine for your own viewing pleasure. So its really up to my guts to wear whatever loud colours you can find and get for me. I promise i'll wear.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. pencil case.. wallet.. tshirts.. i think they are okay gifts but i dont think i really need them now.. But if you find a cool wallet at the Wallet Shop something by Stranger products will still be cool with me. But its quite ex tho. 50? Stranger stuffs are ex. But if u really get me that.. i'll stop using my current brown billabong one immediately. pls no myuk wallets for me. unless it looks damn cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer today at adrians place was cool. way cool. plaed at some fenced up pitch. some reactangular foot ball field. divied into three. so there are 3 pitches within that reactangular field. green and high fences around the place. the entrance is at the bustop there. third stop of bus 27 from hougang interchange. no need to book. nice goal post. like street soccer type. but the pitch is a big bigger and has no walls la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian, his bro, his two friends from tp one of them called jiajun, weng inn, yongkai and me. IMBA TEAM i tell u. ok maybe not imba but its imba cos im in it. im serious. i reach there late like. 3plus. tho i told them i'll reach at 2.45. lol. anw. the bus journey there was lonely. and.. not used to. since there was an absence of a presence. anyway. they called me at like. 1.50pm and i was like. ok cool. take my mind of things and to chill and to get back my leg muscle. my leg muscle is shrinking u know? my sec2 class photo shows two bulging muscles at my calves. den recently one day i looked down. and i saw two skinny sticks. im utterly shock. i use to haf muscles like thoes of eepin on my feet. i swear. now its shrunk. must be due to the lack of training and the lack of leg exercises. badminton did demand alot of footwork and leg mucles from me having to jump and all. anyway i want to back my leg muscles. and recalling i had a hard time getting out of bed becos of my nerve wrecking brainstorming session i had while i was half concsious on my bed, i figured it would be cool to chill with some dudes like wenginn. so off i went. alone on this bus ride. at the hougaang interchange. at the bus 27 berth. so near to the seats outside the toilet whr i know far too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there. saw them. asked them how was it there. they told me they got thrashed. harder and worse tthan the one at marina bay. i was like. okay. it started to scare me. i checked out the opponents. they were tall and big like aged 18-21. like in army kind. and seemed a big ah beng-ish. considering ah bengs dun play soccer. so ok heck. we started the game. nice and smooth sailing. they attacked well.. and we defended well. of cos with adrian holding the defense tgr. there were times of brilliance in our attackin when i had chances infront of the goal. only to see it being blocked by the keeper. ok fine darren. shot off targets is more than shot on target. u gotta improve. den suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke the deadlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR HUH. darren is on fire. wenginn released me from the right. i caught the ball as i ran towards the centre and infront of the goal. and fired a weak shot with my right leg. i rmb i was only hoping for the best and that the keeper wouldnt save or block it. only to be caught by surprise when i heard the ball hit the back of the goal post. it aint a net. it was a metal net. CHIANG. yay its a goal! i didnt expect much seriously when i released that shot for it was weak and from the previous encounters infront of goal with that goalkeeping. i thought he would have saved it easily. heh. maybe my presence and commanding aura infont of him was too overwhelming this time. hehe. anyway. i scored the first goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usual cocky darren. became really tired and exhasuted, him being lousy and having low stamina after some running.. i sat back to defend and decided to slack.. i dont rmb the exact details and sequence of events. except that i became goal keep for one short stint becus i was really tired from the running. heh. anyway i kept my clean sheet and did some tyco saves. it was really tyco. just happened to lift my knee and the shot just happened to come in tt direction. so it looked like a really cool save and everyone was impressed. i rmb yongkai or adrian going.. " wahhhh darren." as i went off to pick the ball which flew off after hittin my knee. heh. darren is potential keeper. anw after i sub'ed out again. i dunno what happened. but two goals was scored against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first goal came becos we were too up front and was too slow in coming back to defend when they counter attacked. leaving behind only adrian n e keeper to defend the goal and it was 4v2. so naturally they scored. adrian was rili frustrated at that time becos of there wasnt any defense. i am guilty of it since i seldom run back to defend and prefer to slack infront. the next goal came subsequently it was a stupid goal since wenginn was the goalkeeper and i could tell he was really tired. cos i was alr tired when i scored the first goal. so i became goalkee to slack. and when i was goalkeeper. i kept distributing the goal kicks to weng inn as i trusted him more. i wanted him to have the ball. rather den i pass the ball to someone up front and for them to lose the ball and it becomes an attacking opportunity for them which means im in trouble. so i would always pass to wenginn for him to start the attack. this made him tired as he had to constantly playmake after i pass the ball to him from goal kick. in short. i made him tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he wanted to slack and it was his turn to be keeper while i played upfront. this happened after the opponents scored their first goal. so the second goal came. with wenginn a tired and slack-ish goalkeeper was infront of goal. he hardly bat an eyelid or made an attempt to save the second goal score b the opponents. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok fine. 2-1 down. i was really tired and i was thinking it was a goner alr. and i kept thinking of the score line. from 0-0. i made it 1-0. den suddenly its 1-1. becos of poor defending. and the 4v2 thingy. so i cant blame anyone for it. den at 1-1 it seemed like it was at 0-0 again since it was again a tie. so i tot well its okay. the game has just restarted itself. we're back to square one. den wenginn , in a sense, opened the goal post for them to score hence making it 2-1. and den the pressure dawned upon me. upon a tired me. tt suddenly its up to me to tie the game. or the just lose the game completely cos once they score anmother goal to make it 3-1, the game is effectively over. so it was either i save some chanecs for the team by scoring another goal to tie the game. or to either defend and hope they dont make it 3-1. me being tired and all. forced myself into proper game play. i started to play properly tackling whenever nesscessry and running and chiong'in for the ball whenever there;s an attaack. and guess what. my efforts paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a long lob from their keeper and adrian was up to defend and to head the ball away from the striker. he did it nicely and the ball was headed back up front for me. becos of the long and high lob from the keeper, half the opponents team were alr on ourside of the field. hence adrian;s head on the ball left me quite empty and free to attack. that header released the beast in me. the ball flew over me. bounced in front of me once. and came up a very small distance again. by this time i was near the post and i just swpt the ball in mid air few inches of the ground into the post. woah. superb first touch scoring. i was awed at myself. 2-2. well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by that time. the game is up alr. but they insisted on playin more. so we played awhile longer b4 going off. i gave yk and wenginn a tour around hg mall for abt45 mins. hoping only to see someone i know at hg mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to the song on my blog. Sums up how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/in4/hits/whathurtsthemost.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:FFFFFF;"&gt;daniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116765371072192743?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116765371072192743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116765371072192743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116765371072192743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116765371072192743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-resolution-for-darren-yuen-1.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116763205182974951</id><published>2007-01-01T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:14:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want out. Got to respect my friends. Keep off. And stay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2007 btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, im off to soccer. Everything starts brand new. Everything starts right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont come and have this screwed up misconception of this being a emo post. I will screw you harder than Weng Seng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116763205182974951?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116763205182974951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116763205182974951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116763205182974951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116763205182974951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-out.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116699264241913394</id><published>2006-12-25T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:37:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sometimes, I just cant seem to fucking understand people's rationale and perceptions of things. What's up with this fucked up world? Why must things be so fucked up sometimes. Cant things be normal or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Is it fucking wrong to want to do something i deem fucking right? Or by doing something i perceieve as "right" is actually fucking wrong to some people? And when I think it is them who is fucked up, they are actually thinking the other way about me. So who is right? I used to think that the marjority is right. And I always believe in numbers. But this time. Things are so fucked up. I think I am so fucking wrong. I still think I'm right and i don't give a flying fuck about how the others will think, see or fucking have to say about me. You know what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;FUCK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Even when I tried to find some solitude in computer games, it only serves to prove much more than being futile but a fucking wrongdoing of mine. It makes me wanna fucking end my fucking life. No wait, why do I have to end my life. Why can't the others end theirs. Wait. No one will. I should just fucking get hold of a revolver and keep it inside my drawer. That way, with the slightest of unwelcoming feeling I get I can fucking blow that fucker's brain off. Yea. That sounds cool. But its so unrealistic. I can only resort to fucking realistic means which is to fucking blog this fucking feeling now. And fucking hope nobody reads this and come questioning my sanity or to fucking show some concern. Again, you know what if you even wanna try the above two suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;FUCK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yea.. thats just some shit people can say.. just some shit to some shit request or some shit suggestion. yea.. NUMBERS do count. Esp if it comes in a fucking bunch. And I thought playing with A.I was boring.. seems like playing with a fellow human being and one being labelled as a friend of X YEARS at that doesnt seem to improve the situation. In fact, things cant help but get fucking worst.&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/7208393-116699264241913394?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116699264241913394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116699264241913394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116699264241913394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116699264241913394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-i-just-cant-seem-to-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116624895465787742</id><published>2006-12-16T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:28:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/548812/DSCF0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/162682/DSCF0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my sis at tian an men square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looks quite like cchs audi eh? ok except maybe not as big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/508069/DSCF0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/685318/DSCF0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that guys calling for buyers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and im helping him move the goods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/203827/DSCF0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/434600/DSCF0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad and i at xiao wang fu. hes trying to act stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;btw that place serve real good food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/873573/DSCF0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/411784/DSCF0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my sis. somewhere along great wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/193161/DSCF0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/731381/DSCF0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and great wall. doing what weicheng taught me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to hold up the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/687091/DSCF0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/795729/DSCF0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at some french restaurant. real high class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice ambience and decorations and furniture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;food's ex too. thats whr i tried the spore sling. eew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/283230/DSCF0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/727089/DSCF0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bing tang hulu. some chinese food served usually doing winter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as a appetiser. you always see this in olden chinese shows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just some fruits something like cherry coated with frozen sugar water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;real sweet and juicy and crunchy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/628702/DSCF0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/79237/DSCF0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;acting dumb at some shopping centre. tts where i bought my astro boy shirt.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/321279/DSCF0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/554078/DSCF0797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is at outside some shopping centre in tian jin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;trust me. its freezing cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im acting brave by not zipping up my jacket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/190823/DSCF0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/645324/DSCF0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad mum and i.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;somewhere near his tianjin apartment. its really cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/354457/DSCF0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/252303/DSCF0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;acting dumb again. under the instructions of my sis to pose for this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hey that ryhmes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116624895465787742?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116624895465787742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116624895465787742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116624895465787742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116624895465787742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-my-sis-at-tian-men-square.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116520840596990684</id><published>2006-12-04T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:05:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/950830/DSC00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/518215/DSC00247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the lego clock. which faris is so fascinated about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he says the two lego figures are pointing middle fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go ahead. zoom in yourself and see. 3.2mp phone is for REAL one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/137483/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/409649/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the xmas gift we left for Lego Education Centre in parkway highest level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the juniors and i built it. just some 5-10 mins work on it. dumb and silly yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but when we left it beside the counter it was pretty nice. a nice ornament indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/684646/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/335992/DSCF0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/293822/DSCF0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;desmond. my junior in cchs. grown alot through robotics. seen him evolved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from a follower to a leader now. do me proud in norway. (if u're gg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/627395/DSCF0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/168278/DSCF0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The TEAM. with weiseng wearing my CREATIVITY shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i didnt know it would be so appropriate when i chose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the shirt with the words CREATIVITY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;coincides with the award perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/233707/DSCF0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/133171/DSCF0757.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the UNcharismatic team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/614761/DSC00263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/320683/DSC00263.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and finally the award. a reassurance for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some people might think its no big shit. but there are times when&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;people dont get what they deserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we know who the true winners are. and we stand by the motto creativity and being innovative. clonning is a loserish way to win. loserish yes. but quite a sure way to win. not an insult nor a complement. its just how things work and how much you desire to win. but with integrity or not. its up to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;to Faris: thanks bro for helping my juniors. cchs robotics is developing and im proud of them. bring me some international awards when you're there at norway with desmond ok? and theme song for fll 06? the stars wars song. attack of the clones. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116520840596990684?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116520840596990684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116520840596990684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116520840596990684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116520840596990684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/12/lego-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116454368848551764</id><published>2006-11-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:21:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really didnt intend to post sth to let that person feel hurt or to niao him. it was just personal rantings. i hope ppl wun view it as a backstab. shit. backstab is so sth i hate and would much less do. and this word is like so taboo to me. dun rili know what it means or to be backstabbed rili deeply. so i feel weird since i hadnt had contact with this word for ages. except in frenster profiles where twits always go "i hAtE bAcKstaBbeRs.." those kinda things.. anw..&lt;br /&gt;my blog is jus a platform for me to rant. let out feelings i wun rili do so in reality. its like. just some personal observations and feelings. def doesnt mean everyone will see e way i do. or feel how i feel it. or if i felt (too strongly) against sth. i mite be wrong. i mite be overly sensitive. but by postin abt it here. means im just blurting my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it would be better dat wc had seen it. and cleared it up. rather den if i hadnt posted it out. he wouldnt haf realised it at all. and i would haf carried this "ill-feeling" towards him for as long as i knoe him. so its like. im happy and i hope that this " ban jiao shi" meaning trip-over stone. would in fact let both of us fall down. but when we climb back up. we do it tgr and more strongly bonded and closer to each other. like we stand up holding hands and walking down the lane kinda thing. shit too mushy and gay. anyw i hope tt this incident served to bring us closer as freinds and i would HOPE that this thing happened so tt it would bring us closer as friends. rather den the opp like what i said during the sharing seession that after this incident it formed a bigger crack in our freindship.&lt;br /&gt;IF i didnt post it and wc didnt see it. i guess it wouldnt be too ideal compared to now whr i tink the situation now is damn nice and ideal and a good thing to have happened to me ( tt he saw e post. got angry and got over it. thus we're closer frreinds) instead of i bearing this minor grudge against him. instead of i hating him whenever he repeats hes habit. or insteada of i carrying this burden or knowing and being aware of his this bad habit that everytime he mouths out e word i feel agitated inside. at least for now. if he mouths out the word. i wouldnt feel anything on a macro scale since i know he has been changing and that his habit has DEF decreased recently. dat i dun find it a prob anymore. dat i dun feel anything ANYTHING against him anymore. dat i dun feel that its his weakness at all. so NOW. even if he calls me tt. or claire tt. i wouldnt react too strongly over it. cos for deep down in my heart. i know that this guy here hes changing and it takes time to completely stop usin e word and mite be impossible. so this guy here. is changing for e better and on his way to a better man. and tt many more would accpt him as a freind and for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116454368848551764?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116454368848551764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116454368848551764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116454368848551764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116454368848551764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/11/really-didnt-intend-to-post-sth-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116429179062948730</id><published>2006-11-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:52:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/800144/aba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/12961/bd6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/971011/bd6d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kel. hes finished hes route alr while im still on Monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/746736/ead6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/435057/ead6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt pose for this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/691515/c395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/340487/c395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks fake right? but frankly i didnt know when this pic was taken. i was focussing on the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/426214/cd99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/570646/cd99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/946519/9fea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/58562/9fea.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i didnt pose for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/433604/2c00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/550805/6b5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/924266/6b5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;way up there. Monsoon. with the big boulder in the cave and the M'sia flag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/198229/925f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/50789/925f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;im awed at myself too. like this pic alot.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/46384/6206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/216692/6206.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;claire, kel, me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/1600/22253/1d7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6688/245/320/966416/1d7f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what does jw looks like he's doing? i showed my mum dis picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and had to explain profusely after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116429179062948730?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116429179062948730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116429179062948730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116429179062948730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116429179062948730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-kel.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-116145331290399727</id><published>2006-10-22T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:50:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should change attitude towards climbing. Dont say things like, "I cannot" or "Impossible to do" kinda shits. Anything is possible its just whether its within your capablity or within your physical limits to do it or not. So even if theres a gay reachy tile damn high up and that only chicken or jiahe can reach, i must still tell myself i can do it and jump and cut lose and hang on like a monkey. Whether using strength or not, just go and GRAB and HOLD the tile. In other words, complete the freakin route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games are forms of entertainment meant to either kill time or provide you short term "high" or "shiokness" or temporary heavenly feeling. Sucks when that feeling becomes nothing and becomes stress and pressure and the constant need to push yourself to play JUST TO TRAIN HARDER and be BETTER in the game. Its a game. Game = having fun. Not a Competition which means you have to win. So in GAMES main motive is to ENJOY not win. Competition then you go all out and WIN not have fun. So i repeat, GAMe's number one motive in life is to provide entertainment.and thats the number one priority and nothing else. Everything else should come after that. Espeically winning. Also, its about strengthing bonds and creating bonding sessions. Its ULTIMATE GAY when a game doesnt come to provide any of the above two mention qualities ( enjoy, bonding ) . So you should quit the game whevener you feel STRESS or you dont find yourself accomplishing the above two qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay results. Different people have different expectations of results. Gay to compare what he thinks is good to what you think is not and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train, study, bond, increase social network, work. Thats all to anyones life isnt it? Thats all ANYONE can possibly do about life isnt it. Thats all to life right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-116145331290399727?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116145331290399727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=116145331290399727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116145331290399727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/116145331290399727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/10/should-change-attitude-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-115599462883562101</id><published>2006-08-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:37:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need something to help spice up my life. Not too much. Just help me break my routine-like daily lifestyle? Its getting boring. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to break free. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok climb on. joga bonito. mug. and oh, my left arms biceps injury has gone to another higher level of pain that i will a tingling pain even now. like almost everytime now. please tell me there's still the physio in tj. pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-115599462883562101?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115599462883562101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=115599462883562101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115599462883562101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115599462883562101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-something-to-help-spice-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-115540092195086811</id><published>2006-08-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:42:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Marina Bay with the climbing kids. Was there to catch the fireworks apparently prepared by Italy? Claire said something about Italy's fireworks being somewhat the most anticipated and expensive one compared to the others. And I was like still thinking this fireworks is for the National Day celebrations thing. Its almost like the watch-fireworks season now. Everyone's taking time off to rush to some open place to watch fireworks at 9pm. At first was I was rather reluctant to go, considering I havent started on my Organic Chem. And the frigging lecture test is like. TMR? But after witnessing the fireworks, I was like 100 percent convinced I did not make the wrong move in stepping out of my house. SPLENDID absolute captivating mesmerising display of colour. For one second I felt a tinge of envy and jealousy for thoes swiping out their cameras and handphones taking photos or videos of that spectaular scene. Barely 8 mins and I was caught dumbfounded. Thats why I was silently lamenting on the fact I dont have a good enough handphone to record that 8 mins down. Pity. But there's always next year. COME BACK WITh 3 MP Camera Phone sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my left arm's injury. NOt even sure if its an injury or not I only know that when I boulder too vigorously or for too long, my muscles start to ache. Biceps triceps whatever. It just hurts. And I dont like that at all. It sucks totally when you're doing well on the wall, completing moves whether through technique or through mere bull strength, it does take some energy or some strain on your muscles to climb. And when the pain comes. It stays and affects my climbing. I cant freaking exert any strength to freaking grip the tile. I dont know if I should go see the physio or some Chinese Sinseh. I just dont feel like forking out money to pay them for doing nothing. Unless its a guarantee cure. But I doubt they can really do anything to it. What? Muscle balm? Bandage? It totally irks me when the pain comes. Then its the end of my climbing session effectively. So PAIN stay away. Dont bug me now that I'm training for Batu. NONO. Bug me now while you can and dont come near when I'm at Batu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite looking forward to Batu Caves. 3 weeks away from now I will be going off to somewhere in Malaysia? To climb some cool cave with cool walls and cool tiles. They said its a guaranteed place for improvement and I'm looking forward to how much I can improve or how much I can accomplish. Sad thing though, its LEAD CLIMBING and i heard the clips are quite far away from one another. So one fall ESPCIALLY when you're clipping in means DYNAMIC FALL aka GG. lol. Chicken knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking which, I completed overhang on lead. And Im proud of that accomplishment though some dont see a need for me to celebrate since its so easy to them and I'm being discrimintated for that. Well, screw you. Thats real encouraging that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rather screwed up how I see others are reacting to what I say. Im trying to be serious sometimes and attempting to the best of my ability to get my message across but people just see it as a joke. It sucks. Just wanna keep my mouth shut. But even by doing so people will say I'm weird and question my silence. Sometimes its funny when you take a shot at insinuating or trying to put me down. In other words niao'in or suan'in is ok in small amounts and periodically. But when it comes in group and I dont find it funny or the others dont find it funny then thank you very much at making Mr Good tempered Darren angry. Just wait for the day where i flare up. Dont worry I will flare at the right time where I have all the rights in the world to do so. Then blow your mind off. But then again, that'll never happen. I'm a peace lover, love maker and good natured harmless cute guy. Okay end of entry you can hit Alt F4 now. Anyway my point is, just try and know your limits and mine too when attempting to make a joke out of something will you? I'm my mother's child too just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, i love to joga bonito with my class but not when we're not playing our best and losing. Recently just caught up with my friend from Nanyang called Melcher who is now in AC. He was from Zhonghua by the way. And I freaking miss my Joga Bonito team or Sumadhi and James. Man we were almost like the second top scoring team in Nanyang la. The only team that can defeat us would be the Nanyang Year 2 soccer team comprising of the captain and two other pro kias. Makes me reminisce about the times I had in Nanyang where we played soccer on the bball court. Damn song la. Damn different from playing in d area in TJ since the goal post is so much smaller. And it feels damn good to play passing-type of soccer compared to TJ's technique-filled soccer. Man i miss soccering in Nanyang. Alas, my soccering times in TJ has yet to reach its peak. Shit, time to haolian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John told me his team got one guy say I'm the secret weapon of Gamma Team1. In actual fact though my name is down on the Team List i didnt freaking played a single match. Haha, couldnt bring myself to pon training only to play in the match and risk being scouted by Mr Tong to join the soccer team. I cant la. Its unloyal to Climbing. I'm a climber and i PLAY soccer i dont KICK soccer so stop saying, " Let's go kick soccer" in front of me. The word is play. And PLAY BEAUTIFULLY. That's what Joga Bonito is about. Playing beautifully. Not kicking or scoring. You dig? So flaunt your step overs and feints and do a back heel to score. Then I will polish your boots for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPL season seems forever to come. But tomorrows the Comm Shield already? Chelsea VS Liverpool? I'm predicting Liverpool might win marginally considering Chelsea's team so new and has not exactly bonded well as a team on the pitch yet. So Liverpool With Craig Bellamy and Jermain Pennant and the usual Steven Gerr might seem good enough to score. Ah whatever talking like some pundit. Flood my tagboard if I'm wrong. But i'm rooting for Arsenal to win the EPL and Cham League man. GO gunners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Seniors Farewell where HOPEFULLY i get to play ball on the beach. Whee! Volleyball seh. Beach soccer sounds cool also la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah freak you wake up. You got Chem test and Physics Test and Chem and Physics Spa back to back just this beckoning week. Oh, what a morale booster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-115540092195086811?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115540092195086811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=115540092195086811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115540092195086811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115540092195086811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-got-back-from-marina-bay-with.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-115444673108984808</id><published>2006-08-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:38:51.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just had napfa 5 items today. frigging hell. i dont know if i should feel sad about not training for this times napfa properly or to feel happy that despite not training for it, i did fairly ok. just for recordings sake. imma flaunt my lousy grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbj : 257. knn second attempt then can 257. wheres my freakin flair man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttle : 9.17. knn i run one time nia. first time in like dunno how many months sumore. ask the swimming teacher who's taking us for shuttle run if i can run again or not. he dun allow. say what a liao. zz. i going for record can. so uninspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit up : freaking hell. screw mr goh. just because i was talking to chicken and i was slow in getting ready to do the sit up. he scold me. sth like : eh boy one more time ar" in thoes. fed up tone. knn. den i do 59 sit up exactly. with terence counting. he come over and say " how many? 59? no minus 9. 50. five zero only" anything lorh mr goh. lucky i do more. if i nv do more i do just nice A and let you like that minus i wont let you off man. jeapardise my gold. anyway im quite happy at doing 59 and heck caring mr goh for givin me 50 only. tho i still lose to rebecca. she did 62 in sec4. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull up : i went down to the pull up bar station. i see mr goh there. and i know " i had a bad day.. taking one down.. " so i told myself. to avoid him minus again. i do 9 proper ones first. confirm my A first with standard and proper pull up den b4 i can relax. if not god knows how many pull ups he will minus later on. so i did. and wasted strength cos i tried not to swing my body and did nth except use arm strength and pull. pulled 9 stnadard ones and my energy is like half gone liao. den when i do 15 liao. i know im gone liao. cannot reach 20 liao. but i kek kek kek . do roughly 19. come down. he shake head and say " no. 17 only " tks ar mr goh. i lurve euu worhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach : DRAMAAAAAA... i DO 42. she say one try only. if wanna re do must finish everything den go back to her. i finished everything. and went back to her with kenneth only while the rest scoop home. i sacrifce my time ok. (actually no la i went to play soccer after that) den i do second time. 42. ok GG. its a C. there goes my full marks. my 5 A's for 5 items. b4 doin my second try i fantasize abt even having a B. a 29 is next best to not having 30 ( full marks ) but no. i let myself down. screw everything up la. zz. more yoga sessions for me liao. i wanna stretch properly from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbing world cup at expo. sat sun. you wanna go down. you jio me. we go down tgr. i tink exspo hall 5. whole day. will be damn fun and nice i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating. besides training. climbing. soccer. hw and sch. im nth. lost all my bloggin flair liao. now dis place deserted. no one's coming. but eeven better. i can pen my private thoughts next time. woo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-115444673108984808?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115444673108984808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=115444673108984808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115444673108984808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115444673108984808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-had-napfa-5-items-today.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-115160804307778458</id><published>2006-06-30T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:07:23.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complains&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 person to do this after you completed yours&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN TAGGED BY shanglong. [shorter version cos i lazy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: thankful and relieved exams are over. but guilty over results.&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: taste of unbrushed teeth and whatever is left of my fried rice dinner at katong.&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: topless and pants.&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: the waterfall where we slide down at Gunung Stong.&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Colour: how abt white?&lt;br /&gt;Curent Time: 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: at home.&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: not sleeping, no one to talk to, no dota to play&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: what will happen during training tmr, how to spend the long weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friends: primary school: wenjian, john&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: if i nv rmb wrongly it was two way. and i have fotos to prove it. us, sitting real close to each other. a girl called hui ru in my pap kindergarten. we used to hold hands in kindergarten. and her mother opposes to her being so close to a boy like me. wonder hows she doin now. if only we can meet on the streets....&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: duno la.&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: whoever can recalls this is either lying or has recalled wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;First Music: national athem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: marlboro light which i bought at the 7-11 store on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: some drink my dad force me to drink&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: bus 112 on the way home from katong.&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: last? its still lingerin inside.. and its just a mini secret admiration over a girl called michelle whom i just saw on frenster whom i've noticed in school.&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie: ice age 2 with 2-3 other classmates from 19. really ICE AGE huh.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: xinhui? askin to go watch world cup on sat tgr at kovan.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: a soft tune goin in my head with the lyrics "strange as it seems, cos shes the one im after..."&lt;br /&gt;Last song played: "...cos shes bitter sweet, she knocks me off my feet.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: best friend of opposite sex u mean. ya? whoever u date would definitely be either your best or close friend in one way or another, isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: smokin?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: ya ya. smokin&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped: skinny dip straight down to the skin? topless bathing in waterfall at Gunung Stong counted?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: yea. channel 8 interview me on robotics for not sleepin 5 nights not eatin for 3 days. i wonder whr my thon-prowess has gone to. convert this passion i have to muggin i will be going on the Deans List.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: dont know? how about kissed alr den realise "hey shouldnt i get to know her better first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: pants, underwear, tower wrapped around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;4 things you done today: ECONS PAPER (screwedup) PHY PAPER (screwedupalso) Computer therapy at katong $3.20 saw felix and pals. Coming online (now) realisin its almost 4-5 days i havent touched the com.&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: dads snoring, clock tickin, vehicles outside on road.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored: find sth to do when im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag... ernest,faris,jiajie,joey,shuhui,weicheng,anyone who comes here.&lt;br /&gt;ps u dun have to do this if u dowan too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-115160804307778458?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115160804307778458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=115160804307778458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115160804307778458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115160804307778458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-1.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208393.post-115048284537057840</id><published>2006-06-17T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:34:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660589483.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660589483.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out the waterfall behind us&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587673.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587673.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the waterfall. there is this hole presumingly made by the falling water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weicheng is standing inside the hole. hes quite tall and he cant even reach e bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine how deep the hole is. strange how the hole is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just seem to appear out of nowhere. only me and weicheng got to this spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos we reached the waterfall faster than the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the rest arrived, it was time to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so no one really saw or noticed the hole there.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587643.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587643.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just before we went into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587543.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587543.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my face look constipated? lol. i was trying to act having a difficult time climbin down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sun light and my screwed up face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587533.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587533.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the board behind says congratulate. gunung stong. some 15++m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660586823.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660586823.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at tanjong pagar train station on our very first day of the expedition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;everyone still looking so fresh and cheery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660586933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660586933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in a freaking dark and small cave. you cant imagine how small it was inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the flash from the camera just lightens up the whole place. but trust me. it was cramp and dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you nv know whats infront of you. what u're steppin or holdin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the edge of the waterfall. one more step forward and you find yourself tumbling down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can you see the waterfall gushin down at the right side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weicheng told me to pose this way. he say more seh. like holding up the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my hands are like. touching the clouds eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you see. you tink easy to get there. im tellin u its not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;must climb down to get to my spot. and im holdin on usin my hands. not standin on my legs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;somewhere deep in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/1600/660587503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6688/245/320/660587503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bel looks funny. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208393-115048284537057840?l=exosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115048284537057840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208393&amp;postID=115048284537057840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115048284537057840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208393/posts/default/115048284537057840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/check-out-waterfall-behind-us-in.html' title=''/><author><name>darren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
