<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091</id><updated>2011-12-01T00:03:34.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Out!! 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Don was the first to sms me(at midnight somemore)! Thanks so much bro! Next was my sister at 1.20 am. After that was wonderful my girlfriend, Amie, at 630 am. Got a birthday song from her somemore! Hehe, both english and chinese version also have... wah I tan diok! hehe, after that "Xiong Di" msned me happy birthday when I went to office. Mun msned me after that, around 8 i think. Piggy smsed me happy birthday right before lunch time at 1110.  Rebecca and Yogi sent me emails. What a day! Well... my day was basically wake up, go to work, come back home, exercise, sleep. Nothing special huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7962698516067086147?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7962698516067086147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7962698516067086147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7962698516067086147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7962698516067086147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-2009-blog-entry.html' title='The birthday 2009 blog entry'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3937308238359771288</id><published>2008-03-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:10:40.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summerrr in the land of kolorrr</title><content type='html'>I'm melting!!! I used to think that Singapore is hot... Kolorrrful land is even hotter!!! Just that I don't perspire as much because it's not so humid here as opposed to Sg. Back home, when its hot my  body will feel the heat. But over here, even my legs will feel the burning so you can imagine how hot it is huh. Oh and yes, it's summer here all the way till may and I'll be here all the way till july!!! Mati jiak loti already man! Luckily I'll be back every now and then if not I'm sure I'll be cooked.  Lionel does not like the heat in kolorrrland. Lionel is burning in kolorrrland. But Lionel Will continue to bite the bullet in kolorrrland.  Almost 12 hours work days, 6 days a week are taking a toll on me. I'm down with a sorethroat, phlegm and cough now. Guess it must be a mix of the fatigue and weather. But it's actually ok because there's really so much to learn but so little time. Well, company spent so much money to send me here so I have to work hard also. A chance of a life is almost zilch though since my saturdays are desecrated hahaha and I'm usually too tired on sundays anyway. Only one sunday I went to SM Megamall and ate at Wendy's(shrimp burger is wicked), bought DVDs(back to the future trilogy here is 23 bucks!!! Original somemore!!!) and bought bonuts from Krispy Kreme. Frankly, I don't know what's the buzz about kk donuts(only that they serve free donuts while you're in the queue). It's not that fantastic but grossly overrated, especially by Singaporeans(get a life lah). I prefer pop-doh from Taka any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3937308238359771288?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3937308238359771288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3937308238359771288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3937308238359771288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3937308238359771288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2008/03/summerrr-in-land-of-kolorrr.html' title='Summerrr in the land of kolorrr'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8875746735455768707</id><published>2008-03-08T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:53:08.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patal si kin si Gloria!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That means “out with gloria!” I was on my way out of the factory this afternoon and there was a street demonstration, MY FIRST TIME EXPERIENCING A STREET DEMONSTRATION!!! Led at the front with a motorcade of bikers, followed by a lorry with loudspeakers and then a large group of people at the back. They were shouting “patal si kin si Gloria!” and holding banners! hahaha it was so interesting, even my driver, Jack, joined in shouting the anti Gloria Arroyo chants(and of course, in the car) even though he didn’t mean it. I wanted to do it too but since it’s not my country and because I don’t wanna go to jail, I better not join in the “fun” lest I’m sent behind bars :D I guess if that ever happens in back at home, all the protestors will get a one way ticket to jail for eternity! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Recently, I’ve been down with a flu and a cough. Because of that, I’m unable to enter the production area of else all the stuff there will get contaminated! Sucks when I can’t get to enter that place. Its really very interesting because I get to see how different chocolates products are being made. Not only chocolates but hard candy, eclairs, biscuits and wafer too! TNTC lah! You get to see it being manufactured from raw materials to the final product! Watched Charlie and the chocolate factory? Come to where I am stationed, you ain’t seen nothing yet! This time its Lionel and the chocolate factory! Lagi best! :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh yeah, and I didn't fly on the airbus 777 :(  I took the boeing 777, which as usual SUCKS! Lucky I was sitting on the front seat so I can stretch my legs! Pity those poor suckers who're not sitting in the front or not in first class though, especially all the white people(because they're so tall). The only consolation I had was krisworld. I managed to watch 3/4 of american gangster. Will remind myself to complete the show on my way back!  In any case, I miss my airbus 777... Though I think I'll still be flying boeing on my way back... Hope im sitting infront again! Wish me luck!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-8875746735455768707?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8875746735455768707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8875746735455768707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8875746735455768707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8875746735455768707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2008/03/patal-si-kin-si-gloria.html' title='Patal si kin si Gloria!!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3076948913812374159</id><published>2008-02-29T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:07:20.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nolonger grounded, HALLELUYAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK! Back to the land of KOLORR :P Wanna make a guess where that is? Philippines lah. Fell sick there because of work. Didn't eat because of the work there and in the end I got gastric and it in turn affected my breathing and gave me a headache. Wasn't able to work for 3 days! On the plane, ascending was ok but descending was a problem because it made my headache worse! Hope my coming trip is much better than the last one. One thing is, I'm looking forward to the shopping again(because its cheap) but that's about it(I haven't had anything good yet... Waiting for my mommy to show me around first and will give an update on kolorr food when I have the tihe hehe). Indon is better though because everything there is so cheap and food is fantastic :D Cheap = Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I simply love flying SQ!!! I love the airbus 777 especially!!! The leg room is so spacious! When I saw my ticket I was shouting for joy!!! If there's any way to fly, fly the airbus 777!!! I dun like flying on boeing A/Cs(AirCrafts) *cough* 747 *cough* so cramp. Look nice only! But the worst culprit is Philippines airlines, plane so big but no space(for all the maids lah, damned scared of them also because they keep cutting into queues during boarding, macam dun allow them to board the A/C like that)! my legs and butt were cramp for sitting over 3 hours in that plane! In flight entertainment was craptastic. Can't wait to fly the A380 though... The indian driver said it's damned shiok. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I miss my Girlfriend very much~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3076948913812374159?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3076948913812374159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3076948913812374159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3076948913812374159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3076948913812374159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-nolonger-grounded-haleluyah.html' title='I&apos;m nolonger grounded, HALLELUYAH!!!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8058147891410804920</id><published>2008-02-14T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:18:04.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valentine's Day 2008 blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/R7RKJB20e9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jejCV-k69lo/s1600-h/IMG_2702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/R7RKJB20e9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jejCV-k69lo/s320/IMG_2702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166836191478447058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't we look good together? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 years on and going strong hehe. I love you darling! And yes I will save save save so that you can come come come!!! Happy Valentine's day to you darling. Let's see it as saving up the excitement until we see each other again *MUACK* I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MUFFINS!!!! HEHEHE ~blehz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your honey buns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lionel *kiss* *kiss*&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/11875091-8058147891410804920?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8058147891410804920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8058147891410804920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8058147891410804920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8058147891410804920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-2008-blog.html' title='The Valentine&apos;s Day 2008 blog'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/R7RKJB20e9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jejCV-k69lo/s72-c/IMG_2702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8442738921546603542</id><published>2008-02-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:19:59.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where colour is called KOLORR...</title><content type='html'>Guess where that is... One month there, so far, and all I can say is "Isa Kanin, ito ad ito!" and "Gustoko kumain baboi," and most importantly "Maganda umaga" :P  "Mahal Kita" is what I would only say to my girlfriend hehe. Still don't know what I'm talking about? Google "Mall of Asia" and you'll know where I am. Dead giveaway lah. Nice place with super big shopping centers but the only thing is, it's more expensive than SG!!! Ok... Food is reasonable but everything else is expensive!!! Imagine, Lacoste shirts costs 80++ here but there, it's almost 200 bucks!!! Crazy right? Got many Ah Kuahs and gays somemore. So disgusting... even more disgusting is the fact that I kena targeted by them... Bugger off freaks!!! What's happenning to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, My 9 days with my darling was the best 9 days I've ever had in my life! My only regret was that time was not on our sides... Well, all we have to do now is save the excitement of seeing one another till the next time we meet! Bao bei, if you're reading this, "I love you!!!" hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic to sum up what we've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/R6WGQpk4yVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2AsLhJyrQMo/s1600-h/IMG_2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/R6WGQpk4yVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2AsLhJyrQMo/s320/IMG_2643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162680168446740818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with an update and the answer to where I'm at!!! CIAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-8442738921546603542?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8442738921546603542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8442738921546603542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8442738921546603542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8442738921546603542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-colour-is-called-kolorr.html' title='where colour is called KOLORR...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/R6WGQpk4yVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2AsLhJyrQMo/s72-c/IMG_2643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8825172092168065688</id><published>2007-12-08T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:32:36.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say the truth hurts</title><content type='html'>But it will set you free. I do not believe in sugar coating the painful truth, in doing so I would be a hypocrite. Ladies, how would you feel if your boyfriend belittles you and tells you you're not attractive and have bad fashion sense? If he's someone who makes you feel so ugly and convinces you that only he and no one else will accept you as his girlfriend? If he keeps scolding you for the tiniest and pettiest reasons? ...What if he almost hit you(or maybe even hit you before)? Someone who turned all your friends against him due to his tendencies as a pile of vomit. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with such a person? Don't tell me how long you've been with one another, that is of no consequence. What will the future hold for the 2 of you? A lifetime of abuse? Ask yourself this question, do you want to be used and abused? Or is it you... ENJOY being abused? From where I am brought up from, people like him are losers with a very low self esteem who bully people(YOU) to make themselves feel powerful. I'm not here to be popular, but if I do not speak THE TRUTH that means that I have no character. LISTEN and THINK! WAKE UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen too much of this, I cannot take it. Women being abused... Beautiful women being abused. And by whom? People who disgrace the male gender. Wait... they're not even fit to be called men. They're beasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-8825172092168065688?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8825172092168065688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8825172092168065688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8825172092168065688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8825172092168065688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-say-truth-hurts.html' title='They say the truth hurts'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-7739041442099314367</id><published>2007-11-25T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:17:17.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel it...</title><content type='html'>Knee injury is back... I don't know why... Need to restart my knee therapy again... What a drag man. To get a knee injury overseas. I don't like feeling pain. Anyway, I'm back in BDG. So what have I been doing in my first week here? I fell sick with a fever and diarrhoea my first 3 days here! haha just my luck! Saya harus biasa. The first few days I'm here I'll surely fall sick. The sun rises and sets early here too. Cooling weather and all(haven't I already covered that in my previous entry?).  Today is the first time I went out to explore the surrounding area around my hotel and more. Jogged around the pavement in the morning too, my first and last time. Why? It stinks! this large drain next to the pavement! What do you think? It was a sad sight too because I saw so many beggars at the place where I was jogging. One sleeping in the dry part of the drain, another few of them lying on the pavement on the side of the road sleeping(including a child). Anyway, I  spent 3+ hours walking and doing some shopping(for my friends). But luckily I still managed to get myself a pair of nice cartoon flip-flops from Japan. After walking so long I went to this cafe called "Tiramisu" because my colleague recommended it to me. Was talking to the waitress there because it was just the 2 of us and it'll feel weird if I was just sitting there having my cake and staring out of the cafe(which was very small by the way) with only 2 tables, but i forgot that there was an extra level above haha. On my way back, I went to the supermarket to get KUSUKA chips! hehe this time for the TS and family :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7739041442099314367?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7739041442099314367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7739041442099314367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7739041442099314367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7739041442099314367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-can-feel-it.html' title='I can feel it...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1848866144771251324</id><published>2007-11-03T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T06:30:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The volcano, the priest and Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;J'ai vu le martin indonésien, le volcan et le prêtre malais(I have seen the Indonesian sun, the volcano and the Malay priest).  J'aime bien le &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bandung&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Le nourriture est très delicioux et le shopping est très merveilleux(I like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bandung&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; very much. The food is delicious and the shopping is marvellous).  Nous habitons dans un environnement sûr(We live in a safe place).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Living in Singapore really makes all of us so narrow minded. Before I came here I used to think Indonesia was a poor country and the buildings were old and not properly maintained(thank CNA for that). Staying here for 21 days(and counting) really changed my views on how i view the region. Yes poverty is still bad over here, seeing people eat from the rubbish dump made me realise how fortunate we are. And the roads are poorly maintained, holes in them and the pavement is missing several tiles = I cannot jog. I used to think the whole of Indonesia was a very dangerous and filled with religious zealots. Oh how very wrong I was! People here are very modern, leaps and bounds more modern that up north too(they seem prudish by comparison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know how shopping here is like heaven on earth? It's filled to the brim with factory outlets everywhere! Prices are really good too! Less than 10 bucks for a nice shirt. Ok maybe shopping at chatuchak is better but hey! You are shopping here with the comforts of aircon and all that. Not to mention the weather is really cooling. I was walking out of the shopping near my place at 4pm but it felt like it was air-conditioned out there. Back in sg, if I were to walk around around this time I'll be a sweaty mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming here is also the first time I've seen a volcano too. Tangkuban Parahu. I had the opportunity to see one when I was 9 but since I was too scared I stayed in the van while the rest of my family went up the mountain. This time I went up with colleagues. I even bought souvenirs for my grandparents, my sister and the TS hehe. Everything I used to think about a volcano was proved wrong haha. It's so cooling up(its a mountain, what do you expect?) there but it stinks! The sulphur smell is so strong up there. In the end, I was smelling like sulphur but I'm not bothered at all, I'll be wearing the same jacket in the flight back to sg. I'll just see if anyone is pinching their noses  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the food here, I think I am packing the pounds :D Food is fantastic! Recently, my GM brought me to a roadside store for fried rice(oily but what the heck! I'm in heaven!!!). It is fantastic! Especially the pork. The way they cook it! HEAVEN! I also highly recommend sundanese food, padang food and kalapa lagoon! I love cumi(squid/calamari, Indonesian style)!!!! I've even ate at a mountain, kampung daun. Nice atmosphere, they even light fire pyres at night! Really made me want to bring my family and my darling there(together, alone). How does that sound baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church is a joy here. I look forward to church every week.  The people here are so warm and nice. It's something I can feel. Ibu Liah was so nice to me even though I met her only once during mass. Where ever I travel to I always meet nice people in church. Thank god for that. They even have Malay priests here! How cool is that? Even though I dun understand what they say, somehow I don't doze off during sermons(I am not proud of it, but I am human right? and I don't doze off all the time). Somehow manages to capture my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Jakarta!!! WOW JAKARTA!!!! I love shopping and I really enjoy shopping back home. But Jakarta is crazy!!! The shopping centers are enormous!!!! Not only that, they're all so close to one another. Think suntec city or vivocity is big? Come here and I'll show you what big is! Suntec city times 3!!! They have krispy kreme here too!!!! Hahahahaha I can finally say I've experienced what all the buzz is about :P I even brought the Krispy Kreme hats to prove it! I was shopping till my feet and knees hurt! Now I'm broke. Literally. I'm gonna owe people some money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, rate me. Am I doing a good job at being an ambassador for visit Indonesia 2007? Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie baby, lets come here one day for holiday ya *muack* I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1848866144771251324?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1848866144771251324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1848866144771251324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1848866144771251324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1848866144771251324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/11/volcano-priest-and-jakarta.html' title='The volcano, the priest and Jakarta'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8104303609840318395</id><published>2007-10-09T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:40:54.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henceforth, I declare war on Carl’s Junior beef burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bland, plain, tasteless. Oh and how in the world do we make onion rings with only one strand of onion that is covered with a thick layer or burnt flour? My home made onion rings are leaps and bounds better! BK and Mos Burger wins hands down(Whopper and Teriyaki burger!!!!). Ok CJ burgers are not all hopeless… The chicken burger with the bacon is good but only at Plaza Sing it’s good, well just that burger only lah. After my experience the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;rest are crap. I’ll never eat at the Marina CJ anymore… Oh and, how do I raise a complain that I’m not satisfied&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&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/11875091-8104303609840318395?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8104303609840318395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8104303609840318395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8104303609840318395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8104303609840318395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/10/henceforth-i-declare-war-on-carls.html' title='Henceforth, I declare war on Carl’s Junior beef burgers'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1873144873314661569</id><published>2007-10-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T05:31:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a chinese celebration in a not so chinese country</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time to update my blog about what I’ve been doing since my last entry about work. Other than being a hermit 90% of the time. I did have a life for 10% of it. Other than my colleagues calling me out after work one of them was this moon cake festival celebration we had at my apartment, which I was forced to go. Company organised event. At first I didn’t want to go but since all my brothers from microlab, and 1 brother from chemical(wah, no unity leh) lab came I was more willing to go. Note: “more willing” doesn’t mean “want to go”. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So what did I do for moon cake celebrations? Dance for the fairies! Ok not exactly, but I had to dance for the ladies in office because my team won a challenge. The tie your leg to a partner and put a balloon between your necks contest. We didn’t even practice! Under normal circumstances, winning gets you a prize. For this challenge, We had to dance with our butts shaking. And after “dancing” the ladies would choose the better dancer to dance again. Needless to say lah, I won. I think those times I spent at Ritz Carlton ball room, Zouk and Liquid Room paid off? Maybe. And for all that effort what did u get? A glass mouse that I left in the apartment because my luggage was too heavy :D …and I didn’t know what I’ll do with it anyway. Might as well leave it there to scare people. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;During my last week there, there were tonnes of blanjahing to do. At the same time, I also wanted to get rid of all my foreign cash. My brothers from Chemical and Micro lab were so lucky, they got blanjah twice! Round One, Lab friends. Round two, all the uncles :D. Round 3, people from round 1 and round 2 who could not make it, but chem and mirco lab bros came along anyway since Round 3 was my last day there so might as well call them out for a last lunch outing together. Was so touched when my friends from micro lab were helping me carry my heavy stuff on the way out. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And thus, here am I back in SG awaiting my next overseas assignment. I really cannot wait! This time I heard my hotel is right next door to the shopping district! Time to take out the cash! It’s shopping time! :P&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;…I hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1873144873314661569?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1873144873314661569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1873144873314661569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1873144873314661569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1873144873314661569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/10/having-chinese-celebration-in-not-so.html' title='Having a chinese celebration in a not so chinese country'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-5043759630096999402</id><published>2007-10-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:36:32.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear "brudder" this is for you, _|_</title><content type='html'>U made me miss a damned movie that I was dying to watch(bourne ultimatum came out over a month after it come out in SG!!! WTH are u doing? busy censoring things that dun even matter? oh what are ya gonna tell me? "we have to protect the morals of our people"? screw that, people who go around saying they're most holy are the most corrupted!), you deprived me of my shopping, you made me stay at the apartment unnecessarily, like a hermit. I'm terrified of leaving my apartment to explore my surroundings because i hear gun shots(you say you beefed up the police force? BACKSIDE AH!). THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNNECESSARY CENSORSHIP OF MOVIES. You made movie going boring(nowonder your citizens come here to watch movies), no wait, it plain sucked, you made movie going meaningless. For all the bullshit you offered to me, and the world, there's something positive, the people. Never have i imagined a colleague or friend(around my age) holding my hand as we walked across the road(it was purely heterosexual). And never have I imagined that when i left, my colleagues would pack a super big ang pao(big in their currency) for me! That is something you will never see in SG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm back in the cleanest city in the world! Anyone wanna meet me up? Gimme a ring! I'm flying off soon(only my good friends know where I'm headed to and when, if I didn't tell you... you're not in my circle, ok not really, I'm just afraid of being stalked). And yes, this is home truely.  I have to admit, every time I come back I cannot help but smile, widely. The only time I was miserable when I came back was when I had to come back from visiting my darling, of course, I love her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-5043759630096999402?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5043759630096999402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=5043759630096999402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5043759630096999402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5043759630096999402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-dear-brudder-this-is-for-you-i.html' title='To my dear &quot;brudder&quot; this is for you, _|_'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1315372215010781253</id><published>2007-09-03T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:10:30.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can fly so high</title><content type='html'>Last month here and I'll be flying off to another country. These 2 months plus really seems like it passed by too fast. First I just came to this place, and the moment I thought I have settled down... I am going to travel to another place already. First stop, somewhere in Asia. Next stop, Europe! Go figure(I don't want people to stalk me everywhere I travel).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1315372215010781253?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1315372215010781253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1315372215010781253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1315372215010781253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1315372215010781253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-can-fly-so-high.html' title='You can fly so high'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-2859738017239705385</id><published>2007-08-27T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:02:26.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love working!!</title><content type='html'>This week is a refreshing break! I'm now in the microbiology lab!The best thing, the air con works! Unlike the air con in chemical lab, the microbio lab is cold. HEAVEN. Busy during the morning and free in the afternoon!  Haha So what do i do? No not slack. I type up my microsoft excel and update my work instructions! Well... even that isn't enough to make me busy for the rest of the day so what did I do? I went over to my old lab, the chemical lab to help out my colleagues with their work which turns out that there was nothing left to do because they've already finished all their work! Will try to finish everything up tomorrow earlier and see what else I can do to help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-2859738017239705385?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2859738017239705385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=2859738017239705385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2859738017239705385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2859738017239705385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-working.html' title='I love working!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3290520941172330426</id><published>2007-08-24T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T04:22:32.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God Halleluyah!</title><content type='html'>Finally! An internet connection at my apartment! No more going for free internet from the nearby function room nor starbucks!! YAY!! Now I can just stay in the apartment the whole day using internet without fear of my good friend of the function room internet switching off his internet as and when he pleases nor getting bamboozled by dishonest starbucks employees hahahaha!!!! Peace of mind at last! Oh and did I mention that I just found out how to secure wireless internet connections? Thanks to the IT guy at my office, Kelvin! Hehe no more leechers at my place anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I spoke too soon last week when I said it was a peaceful week. On monday I found out that one of my lab colleagues got into a motorbike accident. He was crossing a T-intersection point when another motorbike collided into him. Long story short he suffered a blood clot in the brain and broken bones on the right hand side of the body(leading some of us to speculate that the other motorcyclist ran over him). Worst of all, he didn't wear a helmet when the accident occured. After 4 days, word came to office that he was officially brain dead and his family decided to pull the plug on him. I Don't know him nor remember how he looks like but god bless his soul. 23 year old guy and only son in the family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3290520941172330426?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3290520941172330426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3290520941172330426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3290520941172330426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3290520941172330426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-god-halleluyah.html' title='Thank God Halleluyah!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-87631575682417719</id><published>2007-08-18T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:03:18.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cooking post</title><content type='html'>I thought I was smart when I said cook the bacons first then the scrambled eggs! Guess I was wrong... Didn't imagine the rice cooker can stick to anything too! Not that my bacon stuck to the rice cooker, in fact it didn't! I don't know what but the rice cooker was able to find something to stick itself to and in no time the inner surface of the rice cooker was all brown. So imagine how my scrambled eggs look like. Go figure. Ok, as usual, my sunday morning breakfast consisted of eggs first, bacon and others later. How was my breakfast anyway? Simple only lah. 4 slices of bacon, 2 eggs scrambled together, 1 sausage(and from what I heard from my baby Amie that its the Bruneans' favourite food right?), 2 slices of bread spread with nutella and for health purposes(and also at the behest of my dear Amie) I had an apple. Gonna go grocery shopping later to get somemore bacon and biscuits :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Edmund was right when he told me to soak the blackened part of the rice cooker in hot water! the whole black part came out collectively as one pancake! ok... bad analogy but u know what I mean right? I think I'm gonna have instant noodles for dinner tonight lah. Thankfully my landlady saw fit to fit my apartment with a new microwave oven(the old one was dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was rather low on drama and I would like to keep it that way. The only thing that I dun like is not being able to explore the place. My apartment has a company car but since I do not have a license the only choice that I have is to go to the nearest mall, which is pathetic by the way, for all my grocery needs and of course, Starbucks(where the waitress there tried to bamboozle me by feighing ignorance when not returning my change) for "free" internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-87631575682417719?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/87631575682417719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=87631575682417719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/87631575682417719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/87631575682417719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/08/cooking-post.html' title='The cooking post'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-4875869590715599008</id><published>2007-08-09T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T04:53:23.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Day blog</title><content type='html'>Finally after refreshing my page for 1000 times I am able to enter a new web log entry. I was able to finally come back to SG yesterday and I must say, the moment I set foot in my own country I felt so safe. While in the car and along the way back to SG we almost met with an accident also. The driver of this big lorry forgot his turning radius, turned too soon and almost crashed into the car and if it did we'll all be squashed! All the stress is gone! LITERALLY! It's times like this when you are away from your own country that you really learn to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one month I spent there I saw 3 road accidents, 2 fatal. And there was this strike that happened along the road from my work place to my apartment that caused everyone to get home 1/2 an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i find that the internet connection at my house is getting more and more problematic... I even have trouble chatting on msn!!! What the hell is going on? I think its because my house's wifi is unsecured and there might be tons of leechers around... damned pricks! Because of them I have trouble chatting to my girlfriend! &amp;^%^*&amp;amp;(*&amp;@$%^@#^&amp;amp;* Can someone teach me to secure my wireless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-4875869590715599008?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/4875869590715599008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=4875869590715599008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/4875869590715599008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/4875869590715599008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-blog.html' title='The National Day blog'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3724813216473106849</id><published>2007-08-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T05:20:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery of chicken eggs, sausages and bacon</title><content type='html'>I'm back from dinner! well... I tanked it. My omelette looks like scrambled eggs with meat in it, see the title. And once again, my rice cooker is chao ta hahahaha. Anyway in the mean time I'll just stick to scrambled eggs and bacon lah. That is... until i get a working stove and a proper wok! It's more a matter of if than when... haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3724813216473106849?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3724813216473106849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3724813216473106849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3724813216473106849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3724813216473106849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/08/mystery-of-chicken-eggs-sausages-and.html' title='The mystery of chicken eggs, sausages and bacon'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1074153963012307459</id><published>2007-08-04T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:47:00.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks and my ugly new haircut</title><content type='html'>I think someone was trying to rob me of my laptop while I was on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; just now. While walking here there was this guy on his motorcycle who saw me and immediately stopped to ask me for directions. While he was stopping I quickly walked away from the road and and as he motioned to a piece of paper on his bike he asked me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; ban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; fang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;?" which means "boss, where is this place". I just said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt; bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dao&lt;/span&gt;", "I don't know" and walked away. It was actually a scary experience because what if I walked towards his bike and he decided to whack me and rob me of my laptop? Even worse, stab me, rob me and leave me for dead!  Tell tale signs, he didn't take out that paper, he just touched it. If i had gone closer to take a look I would've been beaten up! In this country you cannot be friendly. I heard that a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;indians&lt;/span&gt; in a van go around kidnapping girls to gang rape them. They stop close to a girl, ask for help, when she goes closer, they grab her, drive to some undisclosed place, gang rape her and either leave her for dead or murder her. Even schools or universities for that matter are not spared. Kidnappers go there to kidnap students! Staying here is rather stressful. But atleast I learn to be more street smart. you win some and then you lose some lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even taking the taxi is stressful! I feel that all the taxi drivers want is to cheat my money! Yesterday when i called a taxi to drive me to church, one of the wanted to charge me 9 bucks when I usually pay 7 bucks. I tried bargaining but he didn't budge so i bid him good riddance. Called again, this time the other driver wanted to charge me 10 bucks! What a creep! I was like "No way!" i said "7 bucks!" and in the end we agreed for 8 bucks but i made him take the long way to church because he clearly doesn't know the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;, that's what u get for trying to cheat my money! I make u waste petrol! :P I hate dishonest people! Anyway, Thank god after mass my church friend, Louis, drove me back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Somemore&lt;/span&gt; his home is quite far from my apartment, what a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a drama mama week for me anyway. Just last week, my process manager brought me out for a haircut and when i told the barber "short" he took it literally and SHAVED my head!!! My face changed the moment he did that! and when my front looked too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;in proportional i asked him to make it look more neat, guess what? he CUT it!&lt;/span&gt; Now i look like GI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;! Crap. Hope my hair grows just in time to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;adequately&lt;/span&gt; long for when I go visit my darling Amie again. *muack* I love you Amie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've recently started cooking for myself. I take more than an hour to cook and less than 5 minutes to fninsh everything up! What's going on? I made scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast this morning anyway yum yum! Too bad I can't cook with the TS... They had chicken rice the other time! Guess what I used to cook my breakfast anyway. A rice cooker! That's all I have anyway because the gas stove has been broke for eons. Now, the bottom of it is all chao ta! wahahahahaha :D Anyone have any anti rice cooker chao ta secrets? Care to share your tips with me? :P Dinner, omelette made from my baby's secret recipe! Hope the rice cooker behaves this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1074153963012307459?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1074153963012307459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1074153963012307459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1074153963012307459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1074153963012307459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/08/starbucks-and-my-ugly-new-haircut.html' title='Starbucks and my ugly new haircut'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-707328754319172105</id><published>2007-07-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:29:47.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have very good friends</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Don and Mun came to visit me! Too bad the girls cannot make it... like as if it's only a TS guy's outing and not the full TS outing. But anyways, it felt like like home again just to see their faces. Instantly My appetite came back and when we went to have vegeterian for lunch I took a mountain of food! After that we went to the nearby shopping center for abit of shopping and baskin robbins for desserts, which turned out to be our dinner because it was so filling! Thus they missed out the fantastic sweet and sour pork and hor fan that i was supposed to bring them to :D but at least they managed to get some shirts, Don got his Dunkin Donuts and Mun got himself a new pair of street soccer shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,  when Don and Mun were going back Mun found out that he left his ez link card at the guard house of my condo haha so they had to turn back to retrieve it while they were almost back home. And oh, I just found out that Piggy doesn't like clubbing :P Hahaha Sorry lah I used to think you and Yogi used to go with Don mah. I shall remember about that from now on ok? Hehe Atleast I know u wanna marry Jay Chou right? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-707328754319172105?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/707328754319172105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=707328754319172105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/707328754319172105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/707328754319172105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-very-good-friends.html' title='I have very good friends'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-2773923067194328353</id><published>2007-07-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:30:35.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I see it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was back in sg for afew days! Why? Because my company called me back lah :P Was doing admin stuff etc. overseas expenses claim and all that. On the other hand, I got to find out more about my work… actually, stuff associated to my work but not the stuff I’ll be doing but it never hurts to find out more. I take pride in my work! I’m in R&amp;D but that part that I was reading about covered production. Sometimes read but catch no ball also :D lucky got internet, makes things clearer for me anyway hehe. Managed to meet up with my friend Rebecca too. Had lunch at some Japanese cafeteria near centerpoint sc. Not bad but wish I could bring my babe or my family there though.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Oh and guess what? My company got for me a spanking new laptop!!! As in brand freaking new!!! It’s leaps and bounds better than my current laptop somemore! Better specs, faster processing speed, infrared and Bluetooth…. BLUETOOTH!!! Who needs Bluetooth on their laptops?! It’s really up to date specs man! Working for this company makes me feel like a valued employee man! All the more I’m motivated to work harder! Where else can u work for a company that treats u so well and pays for your air ticket?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Talking about laptops, where I’m staying, carrying a laptop around is like hanging a huge target board on your backside! People(u know which ones) will be looking at you, all eyes are on you! Like today after work, my colleague brought me to the supermarket to get groceries and the ***s were looking at me(or rather, my laptop) like as if I’m some desirable object like that! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Oh and if u wanna know about danger here. One word of advice. Stay on your toes all the time. The only time I’m not like that is when I’m at my apartment. Hope im safe when im out here especially after 11 typing my blog :P Anyway, after church today I called the taxi company and guess what? No cabs around the church!! I had to walk to the nearby gas station to try my luck and it was there that I made a big mistake. After I crossed the road(more like jaywalked pass speeding vehicles because there’s no traffic light) I found out that I trespassed road passing rule number one, always walk against the traffic, not with it! I kept checking my back to see no motorcyclists with hammers hammered me and ran away with the 20 bucks I had with me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;After that episode I wasn’t out of the woods yet. I had to take the taxi. This taxi driver I tell u. No safety man! While driving he was using the handphone. Actually he use nevermind but u know what happened? He veered to the other side of the road and we almost got into a head on collision with another car! Thank god I got back to my apartment in one piece… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &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/11875091-2773923067194328353?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2773923067194328353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=2773923067194328353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2773923067194328353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2773923067194328353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-as-i-see-it.html' title='Life as I see it'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-2114378715820743677</id><published>2007-07-08T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T04:42:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about safety</title><content type='html'>After chatting and blogging at starbucks, and buying groceries at the supermart I felt like as if I was being followed. Maybe its because I was carrying my laptop around... But maybe it's just me thinking too much lah. Recently, my malaysian friend told me his friend got stabbed and robbed off his laptop. Anyway, I was lucky I met my production manager and he drove me home. A message to singaporeans: never take for the granted the safety in good old singapore ok? No, dun worry, I'm my residence now. How I got internet connection? It's my little secret :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-2114378715820743677?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2114378715820743677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=2114378715820743677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2114378715820743677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2114378715820743677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/07/talking-about-safety.html' title='Talking about safety'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-5355621222706110415</id><published>2007-07-07T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T04:33:48.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the expat life</title><content type='html'>Feels good... for now that is. Why? Because it's exciting! You get to live in a totally different environment. Not that our northern neighbour is that different from sg. But the thing is you're more on your toes and stuff since you read in the newspapers and stuff about the poor safety here. I'm more aware of my surroundings and stuff now. Looking back and walking against the traffic(so that motorbikes dun rob you from the back). Yeah... even taking the more inconvenient routes in the name of safety. In sg I'll be very carefree and careless but over here, everyone has to think on their feet. Even then, our safety is not even guaranteed! What to do? Just have to pray hard and hope for the best! I noticed that I've been doing stuff that I usually dun do while back home, I bring my rosary everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my family came over to pay me a visit. My uncle drove them over but they got lost haha. They paid the cab driver 5 bucks(rm10) to lead them to my place. Goodness How much I miss them! Just when I though I've more or less gotten used to staying out of the country When I saw them I was reminded about how much I miss them. We went to tebrau jusco and I bought a super large box of dunkin donuts for myself(and for Gloria, I asked her to choose some donuts for herself too) and a baskin 31 robbins ice cream for my lil sis. Basically the whole day I spent with my little sis because my mom went shopping for her stuff, I know my dad will spend the whole day at the electronics store and my uncle will walk around looking at clothes, I got quite afew brand new working clothes from him in the past haha. We walked around the shopping center and talked alot haha never thought a 23 year old guy can talk so much to a 7 year old right? I do. And the whole time I kept holding her close to me because I was afraid of kidnapping. This is not Sg remember? Anyway I finally found something I can buy now! A world time watch from seiko(I'll be travelling, remember?)! Much cheaper than sg also :P Must get it when I get my first pay check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass at St. Joseph's we went to some roadside place for dinner. The food there was the kind of food that we won't get anywhere in sg. The hor fan has a charcoal taste and the food is like really the high fire(literally) types. It's nicer than in sg also! Like the authentic kampung food my mom used to tell me about! Must bring my colleagues there for makan one day! At the end of the day when my family had to go, that same feeling of dread I felt when I had to go back to sg after that fantastic week I spent with Amie overcame me. At the end of the day, being with the ones you love the most is still the best(TS included) nomatter how used you are to staying overseas. Damned true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-5355621222706110415?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5355621222706110415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=5355621222706110415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5355621222706110415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5355621222706110415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/07/living-expat-life.html' title='Living the expat life'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1663665919565930850</id><published>2007-06-30T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:39:56.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first working blog</title><content type='html'>Hey people! Miss me? It’s been a week since I’ve left the country and so far everything’s going fine though I still miss everyone and most of all, you-know-who-you-are ~blehz~. Oh, did I mention that I smell like food everytime I go back to my condo? Hehe yes my employer provided me with a condo to stay in and I’ve got a cool Thai flatmate whom I call Ongbak! Wahahahaha! I also go jogging around my condo! There’s a swimming pool, gym, tennis court, a small mart and even a cafeteria!!! Can you believe that?!!? Food’s surprisingly not bad too. Even best is that my super duper GM will provide an internet access for my house so that I don’t need to use the free internet at Starbucks anymore(which I almost never use because the place I’m staying in is not very safe, especially at night… Singapore is still the best! …in terms of safety that is) and thus saving me some extra cash! Hope it comes soon though… Coming home to an internet-less home is really miserably boring! You start thinking of stuff that you miss dearly… in alphabetical order Family, GIRLFRIEND, Home. Guess I’ve been living a very sheltered life after all huh? My mom said its natural I feel that way because these are the factors where we receive love from. HOW TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about work? So far the people I’ve met are generally nice. Since I’ve only been here for a week I can’t say too soon anyway. Work is going rather smoothly. First time doing experiments I was abit blur because I haven’t been doing lab work for so long my proficiency is at negative value but by god’s grace my second time was better by leaps and bounds that the 2 people guiding me said I’m fast! Hehe hope it’ll be the same as I progress through my work. The most difficult part of work is the colour part since I’m colour blind(like as if y’all didn’t know about that) and I’m having difficulty identifying some stuff. I still have so much to learn and frankly speaking, I’m enjoying it! This is the first time I enjoy working past office hours(I find myself working till 1830 when work ends at 1700)! In the army I always try to leave camp either ½ an hour or an hour early but in here, I’m so happy working! Must be the working environment I reckon. Anyway as the great Obi-wan said “you’ve taken the first step into a much larger world.” And that applies to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More adventures of Lionel and his amazing journeys in the working world coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1663665919565930850?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1663665919565930850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1663665919565930850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1663665919565930850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1663665919565930850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-working-blog.html' title='The first working blog'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3187993552238614359</id><published>2007-06-24T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T07:27:18.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL life begins now</title><content type='html'>Work starts tomorrow! I'll be outta the country friends! Will update when I have the time ok? Stay tuned for exciting updates! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3187993552238614359?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3187993552238614359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3187993552238614359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3187993552238614359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3187993552238614359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/06/real-life-begins-now.html' title='The REAL life begins now'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-7619715222535587419</id><published>2007-06-20T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:26:41.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's FAST!</title><content type='html'>I'm going overseas next week to start work already! 3 months away from the country! I thought I'll be working in SG for a week before packing my bag... I was SO wrong. Frankly, it took me off my guard. One week after I come home, the following week I'm told that I have to pack my bags and go off to another country. Time to earn a living and save for the future! Anyway i'll see when i can blog, if I can blog that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7619715222535587419?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7619715222535587419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7619715222535587419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7619715222535587419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7619715222535587419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-thats-fast.html' title='Now that&apos;s FAST!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-7455429695145717014</id><published>2007-06-15T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:21:08.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fastest and bestest 6 days of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNDNmUiWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jl8FZly9vRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076475105880725970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNDNmUiWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jl8FZly9vRQ/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our first anniversary dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I post a picture in my blog and the honour goes to my wonderful and beautiful Girlfriend and best friend. Those six days spent there really flew by too fast! My only wish is that I could replay those 6 days again. I'm not going into the details of how i spent everyday there but rather I'll display the deeper essence of the time i spent there. Things that mere words cannot describe. And that is, well, love. Not only the love that I have for my girlfriend but the love I have for her family as well. And thank god she has a loving family that treats me like I'm one of their own. Oh and did I mention that I have a crush on her mom? Haha just kidding but yeah I like my girlfriend's mom very much. At first, her mom was against us being together(and I was terrified of her), now she's the one creating for us the opportunities to be together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076482093792516578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNJkWUiWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WPDg2VItnkY/s320/IMG_1919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My new best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only is her immediate family charming so is her extended family! Her grandma is an excellent cook who enjoys feeding me and I adore her cute 7 year old cousin Ruby! She's so CUTE and I like carrying her! She's so light haha unlike my sister wahahahaha :D Her uncle, Albert who is also Ruby's dad was so nice to allow us in his factory for a tour where he showed us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how the drinks and ice cream there are processed. It was the first time I set foot in an ice cream storage room! ...and froze because it was -25 degrees celcius! It was the first time in my life that jeans never felt warm hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076489305042606578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNQIGUiWfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SsIObfrwpg0/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lovable Ruby and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076489944992733698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNQtWUiWgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y76JtjMLBo8/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Outside Kingston with uncle Albert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've saved the best part for last. The pic with my girlfriend's family(my future in laws! wahahahaha :D) when we went to empire hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076491933562591762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNShGUiWhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wK3E-IrwX2Q/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll do my best to come soon and hopefully during the time which i said I would. Really can't wait for then to come. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Tu est tres belle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7455429695145717014?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7455429695145717014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7455429695145717014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7455429695145717014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7455429695145717014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/06/fastest-and-bestest-6-days-of-my-life.html' title='The fastest and bestest 6 days of my life!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0ah0PZNayHk/RnNDNmUiWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jl8FZly9vRQ/s72-c/IMG_1761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8356617368216106005</id><published>2007-06-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:25:06.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the weather but that's OK!</title><content type='html'>Because in afew days time I'll be visiting Amie! Goodness! I can't believe 6 months really passed by so quickly! Felt like as if I sent her to the airport yesterday and saw her off and in a blink of an eye I'll be going to see her soon! :) Pray that everything goes smoothly and that we're able to have more private time together. Oh did I mention that her parents are so kind to let me stay in their house for the duration on time that I'll be there? Hehe Thank god for that. I'm so happy and excited I cannot contain myself! ...I guess only Amie knows that since we're always chatting on skype and she can tell how excited, and how much I miss her, I am from the way I sound :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rebecca at Causeway point for dinner at Mos Burger today and my has she grown! The last time I saw her, which was 2 years ago, she looked like a 14 year old kid(she was 18 then) now she looks more grown up and better too. A very stark contrast(and i meant that in a positive way) compared to the time when we were studying at Alliance Francaise de Singapour. We initially wanted to chat for awhile before walking around but when we were done chatting it was already almost 10 and we met at 7! Anyway, I was glad I walked her home(My momma always said "you must send your female friends home when it's late regardless of whether they're your gf or not"), further convincing her that I'm a sheep in wolf's clothing meaning that I just act bad but I'm a good person(we coined that definition of me when we were arguing in school), because the place where she stays is a darn ulu place! It was like as if no one stays there. Void deck was so... void(pun intended). I didn't really feel safe lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home past 11 when I sent her home at 1030 because I missed my train station by a stop. I was missing Amie so much I was too engrossed admiring her pics in my handphone while i was in the train I passed my station without even knowing it, She's my GIRLFRIEND of course I will miss her and admire her pics all the time! I'm not ashamed of that! Rather, I'm PROUD to admit it! YES! I admire Amie's pics all the time! Baby, I miss u so much! Really wanna spend quality time with u *hugs* hehe ~BLEHZ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the weather has been cruel to me for the past few time when I tried to go jogging. Mainly because when I  leave the house the sky will be so sunny. When I start to jog I'll see clouds forming. After 6 minutes of jogging or less it'll start raining heavily for like 10 minutes! Forcing me to jog in the evening or even at night! Well, Ain't no rainy days when I go visit my darling Amie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-8356617368216106005?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8356617368216106005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8356617368216106005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8356617368216106005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8356617368216106005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-weather-but-thats-ok.html' title='I hate the weather but that&apos;s OK!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-6118656552620401307</id><published>2007-05-31T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:00:03.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail therapy that's not exactly therapy</title><content type='html'>Met up with my sis last week for lunch and I wanted to eat at Food Republic at Wisma because their hokkien noodles are quite good(but the service is shit!) and I had a hokkien noodle craving but she wanted to eat at Far East. Long story short, hokkien noodles there were bland. That day was supposed to be a day for retail therapy but was in truth only only 85 bucks worth of retail therapy... If u consider that all that 85 bucks went to a pair of guess jeans then yes that's retail therapy, or should I say "retail therapy". The other 150 bucks went into buying work clothes! I bought a colour that I also never thought that I'll ever  wear... pink... Sis's recommendation lah(All the clothes I got that day was sis's recommendation anyway). Luckily she also chose(and bought for me) a great tie to go along with it! Thanks sis! For work clothes i got 2 new shirts , a tie and a new belt. I wanted to get a Braun Buffel belt initially but because it was(!!) 99 bucks I had to settle for Pierre Cardin because its 42 bucks... What to do? Since I'm not earning yet I have to choose the lesser of 2 evils. In this case it's monetary evils! I must get that BB belt once I start earning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me feel dumb was that when I got home I found out that the pink Italian shirt I got was too large! I bought the clothes that day based on collar size ah. That made me feel so stupid! Anyway my mom brought me back the next day to change the shirt for a new one. Only thing was that there was no more new ones as the smaller ones were all snapped up so she had to choose some new stuff for me(I admit! I've terrible fashion sense!). No Problem anyway my mom chose another pink shirt for me and at the same time she got me another new shirt :P so not bad lah. I changed for a new shirt and at the same time I got another shirt sponsored by mom :D After that, in appreciation for my mom's help I blanjah her dinner at Food Republic. This time for REAL hokkien noodles! Gloria shared the noodles with mom but was still hungry and I had to buy Chicken Rice for her... she's getting fatter!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I joined(in alphabetical order) Alfred, Frank, Geraldine and James at "Harry's at the Esplanade" for drinks. I haven't seen them for the longest time already. Had a yellow submarine that was terrible(Hard Rock Cafe sells the best damned yellow submarine, PERIOD!), Heineken beer and shared one big cup of beer with Geraldine... I only had a sip but it was good! Better than the Heineken! Anyway Heineken is the best cheap beer lah so I don't think I can complain too much. Cocktail faux pas aside, the live band performing there was fantastic. It made me almost want to get up and dance although I dance as bad as or worse than a bathroom dancer... Wait... I AM a bathroom dancer! Anyway it was the music that made me wanna stay but staying would've caused me to miss the last train but thank god I caught it! ...Although I had to put in some effort to catch it(Running lah, What else?). Earlier that evening, Geraldine blanjah us some liquor chocolates from choz too. I used to hate those chocolates but those chocolates from choz made me a believer.... I BELIEVE!!! FREE AT LAST!!!! FREE AT LAST!!!! Not to mention their service is great too! Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Did I mention that James seemed so happy and alive when he was talking to Geraldine? Other than that he looked very out of it(not to mention that his "I hate taking pics" stand dramatically changed when he took pics with her) hahaha Now u know why I didn't talk as much as I normally do with u right Geraldine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-6118656552620401307?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/6118656552620401307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=6118656552620401307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/6118656552620401307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/6118656552620401307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/05/retail-therapy-thats-not-exactly.html' title='Retail therapy that&apos;s not exactly therapy'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8710473076059026008</id><published>2007-05-23T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:20:55.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of being free</title><content type='html'>On one hand, living life as a free man for the past 2 weeks is shiok! On the other hand, I've noticed that im not getting any richer! I dunno why my army pay this month is so miserable... that is until my friend said they deducted it due to our slightly higher first pay(which was to pay for our army equipment at beachroad... someone complain to the army that commander BMTC cheated us when he said "dun worry the army will  provide for everything. your son dun need to fork out a single cent") and that we "subscribed" to stupid pioneer magazine(i dun even read that crap!). Infuriation aside, lucky I got 200 bucks for getting a gold award for my fitness test and that im getting another 300 bucks for the tax hike(why has taxes been increasing every year here?). Anyway thank god im starting work on June 25 so friends... lets meet up soon ok? TS? I haven't met y'all for quite awhile already! Can we meet up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rather uneventful also... I've been trying to sell my mountain bike too! Lelong! Lelong! Under utilised 3 year old GT avalanche 3.0 hardtail MTB being sold on the cheap! Excellent condition. disc brakes, front suspension(its a hardtail), Shimano XT deore rear deraileur, Shimano PD-M545 pedals, Cateye light, rear light, comes with a foldable bike stand and bike cover and 1 free box of c size batts for the bike's light! Seldom ridden due to national slavery and a job that requires me to travel. For more information, Email me at dinghhydogtm@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with an update of what i'll be up to during the weekends! I'm literally days away from getting my blogging groove back! *muack* ~blehz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-8710473076059026008?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8710473076059026008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8710473076059026008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8710473076059026008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8710473076059026008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-of-being-free.html' title='The feeling of being free'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1557344608987660711</id><published>2007-05-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T07:54:14.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless be god, bless be his holy name</title><content type='html'>I really have to thank almighty God for helping me today. I got the job!!! Although I would like to believe that it was a breeze I have to admit.... I was nevous(hey it's my first interview)!!! I knew my company would be a good one, I never expected it to be SPECTACULAR!!!!! Hahahahaha I hope that when i start working I will do well and everything goes smoothly. Oh and the job requitres me to travel too. I love travelling!! Hehe did I mention they sponsor for education? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that the end of my supposed passion, the army career that I almost took, was the end of me. Everything turned around for the better. The moment I entered ETI my world came crashing down(it came crashing down when it was announced during OCS social night). Both my knees got injured and I got a spine injury and was out of course from my Officer Cadet course(2 months before being Lieutenant Lionel...). But since entering Army Medical Training Institute everything took a turn for the better. I got a easy going vocation and had good superiors. Not only that, during that time I managed to know the most important person to me, My darling Amie. Now I have a job that I am very thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped in the lord and he has stooped down to me. He heard my cries for help. He has pulled me out from the pits of death. God is good all the time and all the time God is good. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1557344608987660711?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1557344608987660711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1557344608987660711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1557344608987660711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1557344608987660711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/05/bless-be-god-bless-be-his-holy-name.html' title='Bless be god, bless be his holy name'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-618063170360787715</id><published>2007-05-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:52:14.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><content type='html'>Keeping with tradition of yore, I could now finally say "ORD LOH!". One major hurdle down and another one coming up! Tomorrow's my job interview. I really hope I get this job. Will update this old mouldy blog as soon as i could... that is IF i could... A bientot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-618063170360787715?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/618063170360787715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=618063170360787715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/618063170360787715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/618063170360787715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-2141782171542014108</id><published>2007-04-30T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:53:12.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week!!!</title><content type='html'>My gosh! Time truely passes by so quickly. One moment I was enlisting, the next im gonna ORD! Next week is my official ORD date! 7 May 2007, I shit you not. The day I escape from the dreaded army! National SLAVERY is almost over for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-2141782171542014108?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2141782171542014108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=2141782171542014108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2141782171542014108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2141782171542014108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-more-week.html' title='One more week!!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-5206149189359374436</id><published>2007-04-19T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:15:19.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday blog</title><content type='html'>2 incidents soured my birthday for the first part. First was in the bus with my sis on the way to the train station. After afew stops we smelled something pungent and thought someone cut the cheese. After I suggested moving seats to the front of the bus I saw a piece of turd on the floor and even worse it was next to our seat! Luckily we didn't step on it. We immediately changed to another seat further in front of the bus. Have to pity the bus uncle... have to clean up the bus once he reaches the bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was even more disgusting! This middle aged woman fought with a pregnant lady over a seat in the train! It is already bad enough to see people pretending to sleep or talk on their cell phones when they see pregnant women in the trains or busses(the fav pasttime of Singaporeans is being inconsiderate and selfish) but to fight with a pregnant woman over a seat? Unforgivable. Before that walking abomination took the seat the pregnant lady said "excuse me" but that thing quickly took the seat and gave her that "I'm right" look. My sis said "disgusting" in an audible but not loud volume and I lamented on the state of mentality in that person loud enough(the seat she usurped was next to my sis and I anyway) that she... i mean it, could hear what i said in the hopes of mortifying that THING. Instead of being ashamed of itself that thing said loudly "Talk cock" and turned to the person beside implying its me. I just laughed and said "What a low class reply" then preoccupied myself with frivolous conversation with my sis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily after those 2 incidents the day went by much smoother. Was supposed to have lunch at Fullerton with my sis but the restaurant was full house! So we went to MS for jap food. The ramen was 13 bucks a bowl but was very filling and leaps and bounds much better than ramen stalls open by our local people(which actually sell crap jap food anway). If u see Japanese people in a jap food stall that stall is most probably good and open by jap people. After that we went to a confectionery cafe and indulged in sinful chocolate cakes! Rich to the max! Must bring friends there one day! Anyone wanna come join me? Give me a call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-5206149189359374436?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5206149189359374436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=5206149189359374436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5206149189359374436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5206149189359374436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-blog.html' title='The birthday blog'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-9201585613330346889</id><published>2007-04-17T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:53:19.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I turn 23 today</title><content type='html'>One year older... Do I like it? No way! Well... at least its better than last year when I had to spend my birthday in camp! Will update on how i spent my birthday today soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-9201585613330346889?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/9201585613330346889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=9201585613330346889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/9201585613330346889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/9201585613330346889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-turn-23-today.html' title='I turn 23 today'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3353558347068103756</id><published>2007-04-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:49:41.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The off blog entry</title><content type='html'>After having a few of my previous blog entries lost due to my half dead computer freezing midway I've finally decided to blog using my laptop! Why so free to use my laptop? Because I'm on off today! Really have to thank my boss MSG Johnny and my big boss CPT Pauline for the offs for today and tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Don, Mun and Piggy came and celebrated my birthday(in advance) at my place yesterday! Supposed time to be at my place was 530(which piggy and i extended to 6 but did not tell don because he would be late) but all 3 of them came en masse at 640. Which was also a good thing because it took me almost(!) 3 hours to cook for them. Why were they so late? Its because they were busy making cookies for me the whole day! The cookies tastes great too! Strong on the outside, soft on the inside. They also bought me a nice blue(my fav colour!) singlet from New Urban Male with the words "swimming" on it because I used to be a school swimmer :D Will wear it when we go to pulau bukom! Did i type it correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before i started cooking my mom left me to be all alone even before i could ask her for help because i couldn't find the corn flour and she left her handphone at home. So I made a wild guess and anyhow tikam a container of flour! Luckily it was corn flour! Made Japanese curry and Korokke for them and luckily everything turned out ok. I felt the korokke was abit plain though but Piggy liked it because she dun like stuff that's too salty. Have to remember to add more cheese(hehe ~BLEHZ~) in it next time anyway!  Start time for cooking, 330pm, end time, 620! So the 3 of u know when y'all came I just finish bathing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did i spend my off day today? I can finally sleep like a pig after waking up early for months! ...wait eversince CNY I've been waking up after 9am in stead of 7! Oh well I slept till 3pm today and that's what I call the life! Which may not be much of a life when I start working(Louis keeps joking about "selling backside" to get rich! NOT a clever way to make money though...). 2 and a half weeks before I leave the army! On one hand the knowledge that I'm leaving this place of horrors is filling me with excitement but on the other hand the future is very vague and filled with the unknown. Well, words of wisdom "A strong man doesn't need to know his future. He makes his own." Very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3353558347068103756?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3353558347068103756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3353558347068103756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3353558347068103756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3353558347068103756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-blog-entry.html' title='The off blog entry'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-5830841055689126924</id><published>2007-04-13T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:32:55.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPPT GOLD...</title><content type='html'>...commando standard... Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-5830841055689126924?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5830841055689126924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=5830841055689126924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5830841055689126924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5830841055689126924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/04/ippt-gold.html' title='IPPT GOLD...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-5156587539105220123</id><published>2007-03-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:52:25.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James is gonna cry like a baby when he reads this blog entry...</title><content type='html'>On one hand, my sis is nolonger living at home but on the other hand there's a new member in my family now, my brother in law. My sister is officially Mrs. Iino now. I'm so gonna miss her when she leaves Singapore to Japan next year... At least I know if I need anything from Japan I have sis to turn to hehe. But home will nolonger be as noisy as it used to and I won't have anyone to talk to till late anymore. Wierd... the moment I made a tribute to my sis, the next moment, which is 6 months later, she gets married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the church wedding, My cousin, Delphine came to stay over since she's the bride's maid and was in my room doing work(she's an editor in a local magazine) and while doing work we were talking till late, like 2 am late causing me to wake up like a zombie haha. On the day itself though I was surprised I didn't wake up looking like frankenstein. I did though look like james bond :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the church wedding I was the lector for the second reading and was fearful of repeating what happened 6 years ago during my cousin's wedding. I was lector for the first reading and I choked and my voice "zhao sia"(pitch becomes higher). After Grace came down and I had to go up I was telling myself "keep cool, you're perfect!" haha and even winked to my sis on my way up. Making her think I was very confident when i was actually shaking while i was reading the bible passage(and had to move about alittle). And thank the almighty one I didn't choke. Lunch after the mass was incredible too! But that was after the excruciating process of taking pictures because we had to shout for family members from either side(especially mine because it's HUGE) to join the group for photo taking. We had Italian food from pasta fresca da salvatore!!! My fav italian restaurant! Everything there's fresh!!! The highlight of the lunch was ultra rich Lasagne and the creamy Tiramisu :P I was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Traders Hotel but not before going to my sis's hotel room to rehearse with my Japanese co emcee, Hidy. Japanese people look so young! She's in her late 30s but she looks like she's in her early 30s. The food provided by room service was also incredible even though its only french fries and a sandwich. After having those finger food there... Macdonald's fries and the sandwich at Ngee Ann(my old school) don't even come close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the wedding dinner My cousins Delphine, Evengeline,Grace and I were at the reception area directing the guests to the dinner area. But during that time Hidy and I were talking about how nervous each of us were. She went to the nearby pub for a drink saying alcohol would make the nervousness go away while I Evangeline got for me a white wine that i gulped down in one go. It didn't help but luckily once I was on stage the nervousness went away(the nervousness goes away when someone up there with you) and I actually had alot of fun onstage talking and making everyone laugh due to a small screw up. The bigger screw up(which is too embarrassing to mention) made Hidy and I crouch to hide behind the emcee's stand. But all in all everything went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There my sister goes... There she goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-5156587539105220123?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/5156587539105220123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=5156587539105220123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5156587539105220123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/5156587539105220123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/03/james-is-gonna-cry-like-baby-when-he.html' title='James is gonna cry like a baby when he reads this blog entry...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1997733072023976122</id><published>2007-03-08T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:20:28.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A countdown and meeting my sis's in-laws</title><content type='html'>Cool! 2 months minus 1 day more in National Slavery and I'll be free!!!!! Tomorrow's also my ORD dental FFI which is dental checkup before I leave the army to check if I got tooth decay because of the army. And on the 22 is my ORD medical checkup to check if I contracted any STDs during the time I was in service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fullerton Hotel today with my family to meet Katsu's parents from Japan. Talking to them was a struggle considering my limited diction of the language but thankfully I also didn't talk to them :P It was my parents hahaha. I just said I'm joeanna's brother and I'm 23 years old. Anyway, they got me this little handmade clay pot-like thing to put stuff in. I still haven't figured it out yet but I'll prolly put stuff in it. Dinner was in Jade restaurant and it was really good! I liked the butter fried prawns and the fish with finely chopped mushrooms especially! Desserts was pumpkin in a mini coconut with coconut ice cream inside, the first time i actually liked pumpkin was having this dessert. After that we went to the merlion to walk around and while I was walking around there I was thinking to myself how nice it would be if I could also bring my babe there with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1997733072023976122?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1997733072023976122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1997733072023976122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1997733072023976122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1997733072023976122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/03/countdown-and-meeting-my-siss-in-laws.html' title='A countdown and meeting my sis&apos;s in-laws'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-6720269547610933034</id><published>2007-03-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:53:08.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>Is a good thing to indulge in once in awhile! And I'm very proud to say it. Even when I blew off 150 bucks at GAP yesterday(there goes my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; money) and oddly, it felt good. The clothes at GAP are just so nice and neat! Too bad It's too ex. Luckily they had a 30% (almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;storewide&lt;/span&gt;)discount helping me save 64 bucks in the process or else I'll never buy anything there. My purchase? A pair of jeans and 2 shirts all chosen by my older sis. She said: "Trust your sister, you'll never go wrong when the clothes are chosen by me." I only wish I'm richer so that I could buy more stuff from there. I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GAP's&lt;/span&gt; gonna close down(NO!!!!!!!!!) due to it's exorbitant prices(would you buy a sweat shirt that costs $300?). GAP, you're an excellent boutique(they have great customer service) but your prices are too high. Hate to see you go but unless you slash prices I'm afraid you'll not last the next 6 months. The whole store was empty even though it was on sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-6720269547610933034?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/6720269547610933034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=6720269547610933034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/6720269547610933034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/6720269547610933034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/03/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-2010156280201726198</id><published>2007-02-25T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T08:16:43.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong xi fa cai, Hong bao yi ge lai!!!</title><content type='html'>Indeed this is a very belated blog entry about my CNY but nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect my collections this year to surpass last years but it did(I always think that every year anyway)! The only difference between this year's CNY and Last year's is that this year I'm saving money for my ORD holiday!!! Went to my paternal grams' side for reunion dinner on the day before and had dinner there. And on the first day I did NOTHING!!! Boring eve and first day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on the second day things changed for the better. Earlier in the day my "relatives" whom i've not seen for years visited my family but at least I received afew red packets from them and met a cousin(or something like that), Valarie, haha whom i've never knew before. Then I went to my Ferrari Aunt's place. She has a Ferarri and Porsche SUV in her frontyard! I wish I have her car so that i can sell it away and get rich :D dun think I'll need her ang bao for the rest of my life after that! During the time I was at her place my cousin and I were counting our red packets to see if we had the correct amount. Then we found out that i got 9 and he had 6. So we backtracked to see who he missed but then we couldn't think of any other than our Ferarri aunt(because i thought she gave me one already). So he went over to ask her if she gave him his already. Turns out that she haven't gave anyone of us ours yet. Hahahahaha So he said to me: "Lionel!! Because of u, I sound like as if I'm so greedy!!" Then I said to him: "No, because of u, Aunt Ferarri remembered to give us our ang baos. YOU THE MAN!!!" hahaha. What I didn't tell him was that i forgot that 2 of my other aunts who were there forgot that they have given me an ang bao already and i myself forgot and when they asked me i told them: "Yee yee, I really dunno leh". Then they gave me my extra ang bao. Whereas my grandma brought me aside and gave me an extra red packet because im her favourite grandson haha. Being the favourite has its privileges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home that night, Piggy called me to go over to Don's place for TS house visitation. I was about to take a bath and sleep already. But for the team spirit!! I took out my mountain bike that has been collecting dust(must take it out for a ride after i ORD) and pumped its tires before setting off and almost crashed afew times along the way due to fatigue. It was already 12am and Don's parents were still up to give red packets! So nice. Saw everyone playing mahjong, a game i could hardly fathom, when i was there so after sitting next to Steph for awhile to be her lucky charm(because she was losing) i played racing games with Piggy on PS2. Left His place at 1:45am together with Piggy and Mun. Steph started winning after i transferred luck to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, Met up with Don to have dim sum lunch with the TS. Met Piggy at Tiong Bahru and she drove us over to Red Star(sounds communist right?) dim sum restaurant. Mun and Yogi were waiting for us there. Mun later told us that a fight broke out there the day before and Don and I hoped another one would break out so that we could run out of there without paying(we even wanted to think of how to start a fight to imitate the previous day's event). But in the end we ate like pigs, stuffed our tummies to the point i missed dinner and lunch the day after and left the restaurant with 21 bucks lighter wallets. Since Don and I had nothing on after that we went to mun's place for more ang baos. Initially we only thought Mun's parents would be there but his aunty was there too!! STEADY! One more red packet!! We also "Lo Hei" at his place as his family bought the Lou Hei and alot of other food(thus stretching our already overstretched tummies). His niece, Andrea was there also. A very commanding and bossy kid but at the same time fun to play with also. At first she was ignoring both Don and I. I went over to talk to her first but she ignored me to which Don said: "Good, dun talk to strangers." but when he tried she also ignored him(you forgot you're a stranger to her too Don). But once we started playing PS2 with her, she kept saying to me: "SIT NEXT TO ME!" and to Don: "GIVE ME THE CONTROLLER, I NEED THE CONTROLLER!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy and prosperous Chinese New Year to all my readers and friends! God bless each and everyone of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-2010156280201726198?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2010156280201726198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=2010156280201726198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2010156280201726198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2010156280201726198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-hong-bao-yi-ge-lai.html' title='Gong xi fa cai, Hong bao yi ge lai!!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-6649380955039613307</id><published>2007-02-15T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:32:57.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Bao Bei and to all...</title><content type='html'>Too Bad I was unable to spend my Valentine's day with Amie... But although we can't celebrate it in person. We'll be celebrating it in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today after camp I received a very sweet gift from the mailbox. My baby sent me a handmade mail with pics of herself(including one of her baby pics) and a self-made puzzle too hehe. Thank you so much darling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Amie. Happy Valentine's Day. This blog entry is dedicated specially to you. Please be happy :) Loving you is joy itself and gives joy to my world. I thank Almighty God for bringing you into my life *muack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truely, Lionel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~BLEHZ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-6649380955039613307?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/6649380955039613307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=6649380955039613307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/6649380955039613307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/6649380955039613307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-bao-bei-and-to-all_15.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Bao Bei and to all...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-102015472167334566</id><published>2007-02-10T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:58:45.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown and a Yogi birthday too!</title><content type='html'>It's coming!!! It's coming!!!! 3 months minus 3 days more of bullshit and then freedom! I can already taste abit of it! Oh the sweetness of knowing freedom is around the corner. After that begins the task of fighting for my livelihood and survival. The excitement of the undiscovered is luring me its way. I'm just thinking of 2 things now. Seeing my baby Amie when I've attained my hard earned freedom and thinking where i should look to for my source of income. Newsflash: "Hardworking and capable diploma holder here, anyone willing to hire me for a high salary(a gazillion bucks)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Amelia aka Yogi's advance birthday celebration! We purposely stayed in don's place overnight just to prepare for it!!! Wahahaha!!!!! Sequence of events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up at 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to lot 1 shopping mall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought baking ingredients for her cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went back to don's place to bake the cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;voila!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made a choco-banana cake for our birthday girl. A smashing success if you're to compare it to the superhard choco cake we made 2 years ago(check out the 2005 may post, dinner at amy's) which was so hard we could stick a heavy knife into it and it could still stand at any angle! Then we decorated the cake with icing sugar on it first then we used chocolate chips to put our signature TS name on it(because Amelia's name was too difficult to stick on it) and made banana and peach slices to decorate on it. Not to mention we made an extremely exciting video chronologically showing each and everystep of the baking process!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all that team spirit and love we met Yogi at 3pm instead of 230 because first of all, Don's place is crap for flagging cabs. Secondly, Lot 1 was also crap for flagging cabs due to the fact that the queue at the taxi stand was too long and there were few taxis coming at that time. Luckily Don braved the scorching afternoon sun to flag a cab further from where we were(under shelter). When Yogi smsed Piggy where she was we all started thinking of excuses. Piggy would be stuck in traffic and Mun would be with her. Don would be in camp and I would say I just woke up and didn't wanna go :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yogi initially said she didn't wanna have oily food for lunch when we met up but we went to eat at marche(so much for having porridge, but it'll be wierd to have porridge for a birthday celebration right?). So after much photo taking we gave her the cake and presents. Choco-banana cake and 7 panties for everyday of the week(so if she's wearing monday's undies on sunday we know how long she haven't changed them). Too bad steph didn't come... we took for granted that Mun would inform everyone but he forgot to tell her :( Somemore Yogi gave us a treat. Thanks alot Yogi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some side stuff... During the end of my course one of my coursemates said to me "Lionel, wasted you didn't become an officer. " And when I asked why he said "You got leadership"(I was platoon in charge for the duration of the 2 week course). Somemore he's one of the types(grunts) I'll be leading if I commissioned and became a unit platoon commander. You never know you have it in you until people tell you that you have it. Honestly speaking when i was in OCS(Officer Cadet School) i always asked myself "Can i really do it?" even though my cadet coursemates tell me im solid, garang, zai etc. I never thought about it although i passed my missions(even the ones i didn't study for, platoon tactics). I know better things await me outside. And also it's because of my injury that I got close to my baby whom I thank God for. If given a choice, being an officer or my bao bei Amie? I choose Amie(jeg elsker deg).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-102015472167334566?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/102015472167334566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=102015472167334566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/102015472167334566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/102015472167334566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/02/countdown-and-yogi-birthday-too.html' title='Countdown and a Yogi birthday too!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-3689793194597706078</id><published>2007-01-28T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:20:43.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hecticness, hecticness and more of it to come!</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I could sit back, relax and shake leg until my ORD(Operationally Ready Date, the day i escape from national slavery) I got bombarded by tons of work! First is in typical fashion, wayanging for some important person, then doing orders for the next 3 months, preparing for the trainee's attachment to outside units and finally my sis's wedding(my sis made me an offer i couldn't refuse, be her emcee). Dun think I'll be free till April(and i ORD on may!).... haha must quickly get a dental appointment to remove my wisdom tooth also, they're killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update this dust collecting, moulding and full of cobwebs blog as soon as i have the time to. Stay tuned for spring cleaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-3689793194597706078?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/3689793194597706078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=3689793194597706078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3689793194597706078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/3689793194597706078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/01/hecticness-hecticness-and-more-of-it-to.html' title='Hecticness, hecticness and more of it to come!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-7696029049854379167</id><published>2007-01-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:07:28.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air! Love is in theeeeeeee air!!</title><content type='html'>Awhile back, Angel got married. Now my elder sis is getting married! And in November, Piggy's getting married(and would probably move to indon with Jimmy haha). Why is every getting married so soon? First Katsu stole my sis, then SIA stole her. Now my sis is permanently stolen away by Katsu and would probably move to Japan soon T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day when he asked for my parent's permission, I could remember he stammered and before he could finish saying what he wanted to say. My mom said: "APPROVED". Hahaha. Well, atleast I know, when a person stammers it means he's sincere. Too smooth and I'll think something's wrong. Then after that, my mom was suddenly in grandma mode and telling him to have kids soon, that this is the best time for him to be a dad and all that stuff. Guess she also wants to have grandkids of her own too. I better prepare to be an uncle also... which brings to me another side of the cruel face of reality. I'll be uncle Lionel soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince my sis and her fiance announced to my parents that they'll be getting married on march this year(because his grandma is dying) I've been going out to hunt for a proper suit for my sis's wedding. Everything I got from G2000 and everything i chose! Haha. My mom made me change quite afew outfits and wearing them made me feel like James Bond. And after I changed into the blazer and all that, my mom who was waiting outside the changing room called me out even though she could see me clearly inside the room(I think she wanted to show off to all the people there that her son looks good in a suit). Making me feel rather embarassed. Total cost was 600+ bucks but because of the sales I got them for 254! Next up, a blue suit(because James Bond wore that in casino royale) and a pinstripe one(like the mafia)! And I haven't even got a pair of shoes... Actually, I already have but will be getting it this sunday. Clarks shoes have always been my favourite because of their excellent after sales service. But i really wanna get a pair from BALLY'S. Can someone sponsor me a pair? Someone? Hello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7696029049854379167?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7696029049854379167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7696029049854379167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7696029049854379167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7696029049854379167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-is-in-air-love-is-in-theeeeeeee.html' title='Love is in the air! Love is in theeeeeeee air!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-612241940343186078</id><published>2007-01-07T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:21:05.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown for 2007!</title><content type='html'>Steady! 4 more months of the bloody army and im out! What used to be my dream job is now my biggest nightmare. Turns out everything i heard was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how has the course has been so far? Boring. But thank god I have some nice instructors and good friends. Thank god Jeremy has been driving me to the train station everyday and helping me save money in the process. Lucky I have 2 more weeks before the course ends and after that i can go back to camp and join Louis and Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday would be the last day i will go to coffee bean! I went there with my sister and ordered the honeydew ice blend and had the blueberry cheese cake. YUCK! Honeydew drink was too milky and not fresh and the cheesecake was too sweet and i didn't taste the cheese. Not to mention the cheesecake was too wet and i mean literally WET! The crumbs were wet! As in the crumbs were not dry and crispy but there was water in it! EEEEEEE. I will go to starbucks next time thank you. Starbucks is now my favourite #1 place! Not to mention to I spent the best time there with Amie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-612241940343186078?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/612241940343186078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=612241940343186078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/612241940343186078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/612241940343186078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown-for-2007.html' title='Countdown for 2007!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-2693153821503037878</id><published>2007-01-02T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:04:47.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my sideburns....</title><content type='html'>Im going on course tomolo for the next 3 weeks! So sian! Not to mention since im a "trainee" again, i have to shave off my side burns haha. Please dun call me out during this time ya. After CNY can? When im slightly richer lah. I'll try to update all my loyal fans if time allows. Until then... CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-2693153821503037878?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/2693153821503037878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=2693153821503037878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2693153821503037878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/2693153821503037878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-goes-my-sideburns.html' title='There goes my sideburns....'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-7023190965862788254</id><published>2006-12-31T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:39:49.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A spankin new laptop!</title><content type='html'>I always love the smell of a product when it's just taken out of the box! It's new year's eve and people are still working! Surprising isn't it? HP called up my place some days ago and told us to collect the new laptop today and here i am blogging on it haha. My family didn't believe it because who would be working on a sunday? But my old man and I went to the warehouse to collect it anyway(and if they were closed, we'll call to complain and make them deliver to our place haha). Luckily, we reached 10 minutes before they closed. So now I have a brand new compaq presario v3000! Still haven't found out how to max out it's potential, yet(James i think i need your help). There goes 680 bucks of blood and sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a blast for me. Met up with the TS for Christmas at Piggy's place and then BBQ(or atleast less than a quarter bbq for me since i only had a sausage, some mushrooms, some marshmellows 3 chicken wings and 1.5 bowls of laksa) at steph's place followed by the movie, BORAT:Cultural Learnings Of America For make Benefit Glorious Nation Of kazakhstan(not to mention its my first R21 movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was my first R21 movie? The best one ever! Hilarious! Haha. We've even imitated the main character and posed like him next to the poster! I think i've never laughed so hard in a movie before! It was so funny I did some stuff I never thought I'd do. I actually had to slap my leg afew times while lauging at the stupidest moments of the show. If you're talking about story line or character development and all that crap. Look elsewhere. This show is only for those who are open minded and who are just looking forward to having a good time. Please watch it! YOU LIKE! HIGH FIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank piggy for driving Don and I home even though it was already 330am in the morning and she herself was already on the verge of sleep. Thanks Alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my readers, Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7023190965862788254?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7023190965862788254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7023190965862788254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7023190965862788254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7023190965862788254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/12/spankin-new-laptop.html' title='A spankin new laptop!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-7165478976845909354</id><published>2006-12-23T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:09:08.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perverted 21st birthday</title><content type='html'>3am 24 DEC&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I've drank enough alcohol(Malibu, Vodka, Bailey's and Red wine) to last me a whole year all the way to the end of the next! Why is that so? Because we(I) were(was) drinking at the little pervert's 21st birthday party. This is the first time in years that I've drank so much. Yeah... drank so much that i slept at 3 and woke up at 6 and can't go back to sleep due to a tummy ache and a feeling of wanting to puke... not to mention a headache that's creeping over my shoulders(I knew I'd regret drinking later). I must take note not to drink so much in future lest i get liver failure. Couldn't walk properly, and my train of thought's disrupted so much so that i've even got abit of problem trying to type up this blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm... 24 DEC(I'm more sober now)&lt;br /&gt;Details of the party are sketchy at best but what I remembered was that the food from four season's was good and that I was talking to Basil's friend, Cynthia, alot because the state of her relationship status and mine are almost the same(except that she'll be going over to Norway soon to meet her boyfriend for a month). We could really understand what each other is going through and that made me miss Amie even more. I really wished she was there to tell me to stop drinking. Hmm.... maybe I drank so much that night because I missed Amie. Somebody slap me because it's only been 11 days since she's went back and I'm already behaving like as if she's been gone for a year! Basil and Eldric were playing with some kids and the kids started going wild and took pics of them on camera handphones. Then this kid called Christine started kissing Eldric and her brother, Brandon, called Basil "Uncle Muthu" and "Fish Curry Man" because he's indian. When everyone left and and only my clique and the pervert's family were left all the attention focused on me because I was drunk! I said: "I'm not supposed to be drunk! It's Soo Lim!". Can't remember what I did but only thing was that everyone laughed at everything I said even though I was thinking clearly. Even though I was drunk, I didn't strip nor streak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, We went to the old SMU for prata and along the way we picked up The little pervert's special friend Michelle. But instead of him talking to her Basil, Cynthia and I were talking to her. The pervert just kept quiet and kept asking Bernard what to say to Michelle. I don't like people feeling left out that's why I talked to her and she's quite an interesting person actually(with an interesting dress sense also). At the end of the night, We left Soo Lim and Michelle at the prata place and basil drove Cynthia, Bernard and I back home. It was 2+am already and I felt destroyed. Gonna go to basil's place later and I know Cynthia wants to get me drunk. Im not gonna drink there... My tummy still Aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my readers, Merry Christmas and may the blessings of the new born Christ shower on y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-7165478976845909354?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/7165478976845909354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=7165478976845909354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7165478976845909354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/7165478976845909354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/12/perverted-21st-birthday.html' title='The perverted 21st birthday'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-1025718603396955565</id><published>2006-12-20T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:55:09.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie</title><content type='html'>My comp's been acting wierd(again)... SOUR! Thank God I've a "secret weapon"! A duo core 2 compaq presario v3136tu! Dunno about the stoopid name but it's a laptop(which unfortunately will not be able to play games but i still got my ps2!) haha! I think i can sell this existing comp to the gurung kuni man soon and get some much needed cash(RIP Aug 2002-Jan 2007 adieu mon ami). This month will unfortunately be my scrimp and save month. Luckily, starhub offered me the laptop for 778 bucks(usual price of 2200) or else im dead! Even got MMM(My MaMa) dicount! Too bad dun have MPP(MY PaPa) discount but my old man was kind to extend my warranty to 3 years and got me an additional battery(and paying 300 over bucks in the process)! Thanks Mom and Dad. One more month before i get a new comp... Hope this shitbox is able to hold up till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the arrival of the monsoon season, It's been raining for the past few days. I read on the papers that the rain got so bad there was this taxi that was fully submerged in the water and mandai got flooded. Even the road outside my camp was not spared and was blocked off on monday! Thank god I was on duty that day and was unable to book out or else I'll be waiting at the bus stop like an idiot! Rained for 2 days straight and didn't stop! Today the weather was great! ...until it was book out time. It rained so bad that I was unable to book out till 1/2 and hour after book out time(which sucks because who would be dumb enough to like to stay in camp?). And now im down with a cold... Looks like all the indian food i've been consuming in camp have not protected me from a cold but have given me a cough(heaty mah). C'est la vie mes amis, c'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-1025718603396955565?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/1025718603396955565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=1025718603396955565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1025718603396955565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/1025718603396955565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/12/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-8514267155657747320</id><published>2006-12-13T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:16:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest and best girl in the world!</title><content type='html'>Now I can finally proclaim that because her family who once opposed to our being together because we stay so far away(and I mean country far away!) has accepted me being with her due to the grace of god. I brought my rosary everytime we met :P So from today onwards... no more sneaky contacting with each other liao hahaha. Normally when I send my friends off at the airport the sad feeling is bad enough, today the feeling is a billion times worse! Even after she passed the glassy area I still found myself hanging around and then walking over to the viewing area and waiting till 2:20 so that I could see her plane fly off. Now I feel like a BIG piece of me has been taken away... I feel so empty inside. Never felt this empty, this empty before. Who is this girl? The beautiful Amie Lim. Abientot mon amie, tu est tres belle. Vous m'etre tres synpatique. Dan les 4 jours j'en suis content. Tres content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-8514267155657747320?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/8514267155657747320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=8514267155657747320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8514267155657747320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/8514267155657747320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/12/greatest-and-best-girl-in-world.html' title='The greatest and best girl in the world!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116574390626209208</id><published>2006-12-10T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:45:06.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are one</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to 2LT Lee Yeow Ming and Adam on their commissioning parade yesterday! Do us proud. For OCS Alpha Wing 61/05 OCC and Platoon 3!! 6 months minus 2 days more of national slavery for them... 5 months minus 3 days for me hahaha!!! Time goes by so slowly after that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116574390626209208?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116574390626209208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116574390626209208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116574390626209208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116574390626209208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are-one.html' title='We are one'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116554815440030200</id><published>2006-12-07T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:13:51.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown and then more</title><content type='html'>Great! 5 months minus 1 day before I chabot from this army! Please... I want to break free from this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time I last blogged, there's been nothing very significant that has been happenning until the last 7 days. First of all, Piggy celebrated her 21st birthday. Secondly, Angel got married. And lastly, my train ride on the way to camp was disrupted because someone decided to jump into the track with an incoming train(go figure). The mama drama last 7 days haha. Oh yes and Soo Lim, Singapore's shortest fighter pilot aka the little pervert, finally passed jungle survival in Brunei and got back at the "ni tu(s)",whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chronological order. Piggy's birthday. It's been like 6 months since we last saw each other I think. Wow! The moment she came back from her studies she celebrated her birthday! Another friend hits 21 years old. That wraps up the the whole of the TS members who have hit 21 already. That day, I went to vivocity first and walked 1/4(or less) of it, it is huge! Must go there another day. Anyway, relying on memory, I walked all the way to Piggy's place and the last time I've bee there was April 18 last year! Haha I've got photographic memory.... Actually I asked around for directions because I remembered Piggy lives near a big church :P The moment I got to her estate I forgot which block she lives in so relying on my hyper sensitive listening power I went to the noisiest building and tried my luck! Haha my intuition proved right. First person I saw was a pseudo Amabelle. I waved her but to my embarassment she didn't return the greeting, whatever, it wasn't amabelle anyway. Same face, different height. Also guess what? My Team spirit was especially strong that day! I was the first one from the TSTS to reach Piggy's place. Steph was second. And NOT surprisingly, Don was late(and as usual he said: "good things have to wait"). Too bad that day I didn't get to watch a rerun of the feng zhu show that Piggy acted in nor her cha cham bo performance hahaha :D Just saw the picture she took with Andy Lau when she was acting in one of his movies. I have to thank Steph and her dad for driving me back after Piggy's party also. Initially, I was supposed to be drivin to Lakeside MRT(near their place mah) but her dad asked me where I stayed and then he auto took the trouble to drive me all the way back to my home! Damned nice ...And saved me the transport fares at the same time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day with Angel's wedding. My good friend from secondary school, the fiery dragon of the class, the FML basher, the teacher's best friend and worst nightmare, the former biggest b**** in school, the chiak zha bo. Seeing her transform from all that to the lady she is today really is a wonder. I used to say I'll pity the man who marries her. I take that back now. At her wedding banquet at the Mandarin hotel at Orchard her husband told us how he proposed to her... by not proposing at all. He told us he just said to her: "lets go to HDB" and in his own words: "then she goon-doo follow me" haha. So that day he took the opportunity to propose to her infront of all of us and presented to her a super big bouquet of flowers :) It's great to see a friend marry and seeing her so happy. It felt nice but at the same time.... scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track jumper. Reading the newspapers nowadays is nothing but getting more and more grim information. Seems like people intending to end their lives are jumping into train tracks. On monday I read there was one guy who jumped into the Admiralty station tracks and when i reported to camp on tuesday another guy jumped the Yishun station. My friend told me it's 4 jumps in 2 months. Last time the "hot spots" used to be Bishan and Bukit Batok. Seems like anywhere is ok nowadays. I was visiting my grandmother yesterday and my 12 year-old cousin who was there said: "Why they want to kena hit by train and die so painfully? So stupid." haha Point to note, please dun do stupid things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116554815440030200?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116554815440030200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116554815440030200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116554815440030200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116554815440030200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/12/countdown-and-then-more.html' title='The countdown and then more'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116340483698587457</id><published>2006-11-12T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:00:37.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Let there be sound</title><content type='html'>...and there was sound. After almost a year without sound coming out from my computer's 5.1 speakers I can finally hear the sweet sounds of music from my once dormant speakers haha. I think i know what caused the problem in my computer already. The sound card. Since it kept jamming and there was always a problem with the sound. I decided to take out the sound card and reboot it. No problems. Then when i proceeded to put the sound card in another slot, the sound worked! Halleluyah! Haha. I can foresee it working(almost) flawlessly for the next 8 months already(considering it's approahing 5 years of service). I'm just worried the sound card might get fried because it's in the slot just next to the graphics card :D Time to start copying my songs back to my comp and... Install HALO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Let there be control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and control was restored. This morning when I woke up I was thinking of my ps2 controller because its shoulder button was stuck for the past few weeks. The thought of opening it up never occured to me until then. Immediately got out of bed and set out to fix it. And then, VOILA! It works now and I can finally play soul calibur with gloria again haha. Man I hate made in china products, the controller is original sony product but the workmanship is shoddy compared to my other sony controller that's made in korea. My ps1 made in japan controller still works like a dream though. And it's 10 years old! I love made in japan products, good quality and long lasting! BANZAI! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the monotonous drudgery of work and garrison life. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the flu season is back again, I've noticed people around me are falling sick. Myself notwithstanding. Last wed I couldn't sleep the whole night because of of the flu. Kept flowing outta my nose nomatter where i position my head. Cannot tahan. Went to the doc and got an mc. Lucky got drowsy medication! Let me sleep better at home ...and on my makeshift bed in camp(thanks to my upperstudy who's slackness gave him the creativity to use medical equipment to make a bed haha). Think im gonna go one level up by bringing my hammock to camp, one day. It served me well in the jungles of Brunei. It will serve me well in the office! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116340483698587457?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116340483698587457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116340483698587457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116340483698587457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116340483698587457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-1-let-there-be-sound.html' title='Day 1: Let there be sound'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116307564452796910</id><published>2006-11-09T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:11:22.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell... on a happy note</title><content type='html'>2 days ago my upperstudy finally ORD(left the army). So happy for him especially since he suffered so much under the previous regime who did not allow him to clear his off and leave. Now, the previous boss is replaced by a new one thus making life better for me. In fact, by the grace of the almighty one the old bosses got replaced by new bosses whom I heard are nicer people. He told me not to worry since I was more one the ball and hardworking so I wouldn't run into trouble like he did. Let's hope that its indeed so. Anyway, On his last day(which was exactly 6 months before I ORD) I gave him the "Golden Handshake" but of the positive version, the you're out of the damned "prison" handshake. One more guy graduated from National Slavery. 6 months minus 2 days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there's a buzz surrounding this mockumentary, Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. My sis saw the trailer while in the states and told me it was good enough to make her laugh, LOUD. I wanna watch it too. Hope it gets released here and our northern and southern neighbours dun "regret" or "get upset" etc. with the decision to release it here. As he said: "PLEASE SUPPORT ME IF IT NOT SUCCESS I BE EXECUTE!!!." HIGH-FIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116307564452796910?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116307564452796910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116307564452796910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116307564452796910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116307564452796910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/11/farewell-on-happy-note.html' title='Farewell... on a happy note'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116282836338813059</id><published>2006-11-06T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T07:52:43.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I can almost smell it...</title><content type='html'>...Freedom is right around the corner! 6 more months!! 6 more months!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116282836338813059?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116282836338813059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116282836338813059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116282836338813059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116282836338813059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-i-can-almost-smell-it.html' title='And I can almost smell it...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116202061866001835</id><published>2006-10-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:47:34.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's dying around me</title><content type='html'>First was my phone and as Amie told me, I drowned it. During my bath after a jog in camp, which i bring my hp wrapped in a ziploc bag along with me, I left it in my shower bag which was under the shower head. I was so confident in the impermeability of the ziploc bag that I didn't bother to check the safety of my hp . It was after my bath that i was checking my hp when I discovered to my horror that it died. First when i took it out I was wondering why is it off? Upon closer inspection I saw that the hp was in a small pool of water in the ziploc bag!! Immediately too it out and tried it turn it on but to avail. Luckily I got secret weapon!!! Haha being a loyal starhub mobile subscriber I was given 2 choices, a free samsung or sony ericsson phone(which is 68 bucks). Obviously I chose sony ericsson(God bless sony!) lah, 3G phone leh! But i didn't subscribe to the 3G crap lah... siao so expensive haha. Hope it gets cheaper soon! I love my K610im hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was my computer's turn to die on me. What to do? It was state of the art technology from over 5 years ago and served me well for 4+ years. Chat halfwayon msn, then suddenly freeze. Try to restart it but it keeps freezing at the windows xp loading display. Reformatted it and it still didn't start. Bo pian use my old man's laptop, which he was kind enough to lend, hahaha. Recently he managed to wake it up but it's not working as it used to. I give it another 6 months or less before it dies on me again. Now y'all know why i haven't updated this place for awhile huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another one of Lucas's scheming plots to milk more money from his Star Wars franchise the limited edition non-enhanced version and for a limited time only release dvd is finally out here. Guess what? I'm one of those suckers who bought it. Making me lose another 35 bucks just for episode 4 alone! Still have episodes 5 and 6! Cham lah i predict bigger holes in my pockets being burnt and my pants melting from the heat! Damned you George Lucas, Damned your Star Wars, Damned my love for your Trilogy, Damned your episodes 1-3 for sucking major ass(and making me lose 22.50 bucks in the process)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to keep spending more money when im trying to save now? Can it just drop from the sky? I hope no more of my stuff dies on me if not i'll even lose the clothes on my back! Crap lah army pays us peanuts, which makes us monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: started writing this on oct 28, finished(finally) on nov 4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116202061866001835?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116202061866001835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116202061866001835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116202061866001835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116202061866001835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-dying-around-me.html' title='Everything&apos;s dying around me'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116144748268901722</id><published>2006-10-21T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:18:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one hits 21</title><content type='html'>And reminds me that I'm getting more matured(yeah right! That's the nicer term for getting older). 6 more months before I turn 23! I've noticed that time flies by faster after you've hit 15.  Not only do I have lesser time to enjoy, now that National Slavery has practically taken over almost every aspect of my life, I've become a caged bird when I was supposed to be in Uni(I want to enrol in CalTech!!) now. Should've taken the chance to study in the US when I was 15. Dun need to come back anymore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and who just turned 21? It's non other than the hottest girl in Ngee Ann Poly Biotech, Miss Stephanie Chan Hui Qi! It was great seeing Steph again, she looked stunning in that dress. Congrats! You're now an ADULT! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! The whole TS was invited to Aquamarine at Marina Mandarin. Well, only the girls who were in Australia did not turn up. Present were Big Aunty, Don, Mun and I. The food was amazing! Everything that entered our mouths was delightful :P fresh seafood, powerful kong bak, exquisite desserts and shiok chocolate fondue(the chocolate was flowing down a fountain)! Eat until my stomach wanted to explode! Honestly, it's way past dinner time and I'm still full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up with my sis for a show after that but since she just got back from New York and Frankfurt, she got a stiffneck. So I guess we will have to delay till tomorrow then. But then again luckily she got a stiff neck because i didn't feel well after the party! Got a headache man. Seriously the haze is such a buzzkill. The little pervert called me to join him, Brad and Justin for a movie at cineleisure but because of the headache I couldn't make it. Nvm lah still can meet them up another day and I got to spend some quality time with special people at home anyway(~blehz~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tomorro after church and grandma's place with sis then! WTC or The Prestige?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116144748268901722?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116144748268901722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116144748268901722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116144748268901722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116144748268901722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-one-hits-21.html' title='Another one hits 21'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116131225140701176</id><published>2006-10-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:44:11.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post!</title><content type='html'>nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116131225140701176?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116131225140701176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116131225140701176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116131225140701176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116131225140701176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116092947821555150</id><published>2006-10-15T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:35:10.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guillotine them!</title><content type='html'>"Stew pig" haze is so bad here! I catch a running flu on an almost daily basis and I just got a headache this morning that have yet to recover(but it's better now, thanks to you know who u are ~blehz~). Yesterday, in the train en route to Orchard to join the TS guys, I also saw a bush fire in sg at the Yio Chu Kang area... Adding to the already bad haze situation and I overheard somebody mentioning its a forest fire in SG. I think it was caused by some punk because it was already evening and the sun was setting. Seriously the people who caused the haze should be burnt at the stake or be sent to the guillotine. Heads will roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, lately, I've noticed that I've been catching movies on a weekly basis. first was scoop with Jung Xu and Yang Xian and seconly, was the departed with Don and Mun. Both solid shows on the opposite genres. One is a Woody Allan comedy and the other one, an underworld movie by Martin Scorsese. Hope I can catch WTC and Miami Vice sometime soon. Must watch one of them with Matt, Wong and Ci Wen! Hope they are free. Alway busy wan those people. The perils of being in intelligence, operations and piloting I suppose... Whatever lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116092947821555150?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116092947821555150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116092947821555150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116092947821555150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116092947821555150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/guillotine-them.html' title='Guillotine them!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116023857176062570</id><published>2006-10-07T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:29:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>153 on the PSI index</title><content type='html'>And that was the highest I've seen today on tv, not sure if it was higher after I tore myself away from it. The last highest psi reading I saw was when I was about 9 or 10 years old and it was 133! The haze also caused me to cancel my afternoon run today! I can't even see into Malaysia and visibility is limited to about 1 klick. I could smell a smell of something burnt in the air when I was at the balcony also. Not sure if I'm gonna hang out with Jung Xu tomorrow due to the hazy condition if it keeps up. A slight headache is kicking in and all I have to say is 2 words: Wah Lao. Better stay indoors for health reasons, I think Singapore's worse hit by the hazy nonsense in ASEAN(am I right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I met Wilson some days ago at camp while I was jogging. He's now 2LT Wilson and a PC now... Don't play play! Haha but he was complaining to me about his occupational hazards. Signed 3 extras(extra duties which equates to weekends being eaten up in camp) and 100 more to come! Why? Because of some shite that happened during armskote(accountability when returning weapons... this always gets people into trouble). Not only that, he had to draw up lesson plans about Armoured warfare that he wasn't even trained for so you know what happened to his plans(they were rejected). We trained as tank commanders in Armoured Engineers(build bridges, lay mines, destroy mines and blow up things, all while using tanks) NOT Armoured(cheong suah, rush the hill) Armour warfare. Well, atleast he got 32 people and 3 tanks under him. ME? I got injured so I kissed tanks, helicopters, Light Strike Vehicles, parachutes and coastal hooks goodbye and I'm now the CWSM(Cadet Wing Sergeant Major) equivalent of the stores! Life looks set to be pretty normal for the next 7 months minus 1 day to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116023857176062570?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116023857176062570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116023857176062570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116023857176062570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116023857176062570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/153-on-psi-index.html' title='153 on the PSI index'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-116019150750492269</id><published>2006-10-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:25:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>7 more months before I leave the army! Can anyone hire me after that? Hello? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-116019150750492269?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/116019150750492269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=116019150750492269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116019150750492269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/116019150750492269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/countdown.html' title='COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115988480904781662</id><published>2006-10-03T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:42:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking things for granted</title><content type='html'>I've realised that coming to a home with people is a luxury that I've taken so much for granted. The sounds of chatter by my family members... their arguements(?), the sounds of my younger sister's foot steps when she's running up and down the house, or even the sounds of the TV when she's watching cartoon network or dinsey channel, just the presence of people in the house nontheless, whether you're engaging them in idle banter or otherwise is so warm that I didn't notice it until recently. Thank god I've got someone to talk to that day(~blehz~) if not I would've gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, almost the same situation as last week, came back home just to find out that the house was empty and that everyone was having dinner in Lei Garden at CHIJMES(our taiwanese friends came). Thankfully mom bought home dinner... at 9.20 pm! And yes, the temptation just to be home has brought me back today and, right now on this very (tuesday)evening(it's 10pm!) I'm typing this web log entry with the Z monster creeping up on my back. Why I've taken the effort just to make this post? Moral of the story: Cherish your family. AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115988480904781662?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115988480904781662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115988480904781662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115988480904781662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115988480904781662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/10/taking-things-for-granted.html' title='Taking things for granted'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115958668448218240</id><published>2006-09-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:06:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song of Songs</title><content type='html'>I was reading the bible the other day and was hit by inspiration to type down some parts from the book of "THE SONGS OF SONGS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1 verse 10: Your cheeks show fair between their pendants and your neck within its&lt;br /&gt;                                    necklaces. We shall make you golden earrings and beads of silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1 verse 15: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! your eyes are doves.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 verse 2: As a lily among the tistles, so is my love among the maidens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 verse 2: Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes as they come up from the washing.&lt;br /&gt;                                  Each one has its twin, not one unpaired with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 verse 3: Your lips are a scarlet thread and your words enchanting. Your cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;                                  behind your veil, are halves of promegranate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 verse 7: You are wholly beautiful, my love, and without a blemish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 verse 9: You ravish my heart with a single one of your glances, with one single pearl   &lt;br /&gt;                                  of your necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 verse 13: Your shoots form an orchard of promegranate trees, the rarest essences&lt;br /&gt;                                    are yours: nard amd saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the incense-&lt;br /&gt;                                    bearing trees; myrrh and aloes. With the subtlest odours. Fountain that&lt;br /&gt;                                    makes the garden fertile, well of living water, streams flowing down from&lt;br /&gt;                                    lebanon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6 and 7 : The whole of the Bridegroom part of these two poems it's too long. Go get&lt;br /&gt;                                your bible lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8 verse 5: Who is this coming from the desert leaning on her beloved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  I awakened you under the apple tree, here where your mother conceived&lt;br /&gt;                                  you, there where she who gave birth to you conceived you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Set me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is strong as&lt;br /&gt;                                 death, jealousy relentless as sheol. The flash of it is a flash of fire, a flame of&lt;br /&gt;                                 Yahweh himself. Love no flood can quench, no torrents drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing that people thousands of years ago are so romantic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115958668448218240?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115958668448218240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115958668448218240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115958668448218240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115958668448218240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-songs.html' title='The Song of Songs'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115918203805515820</id><published>2006-09-25T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:00:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIANsational post</title><content type='html'>I'm feeeling SIANsation now... why? Because I found out that I'll be on duty tomorrow(tuesday) and I just came home to an empty house. Sis just flew to melbourne and my parents and mei mei are in the north having a holiday. Feel very down now. Come to camp just to know you'll nolonger be doing guard duty(which is once a month) but admin duties(2x a month... 1 weekday and 1 weekend! It's a 24 hours duty) and coming back to an empty home. Can somebody cheer me up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115918203805515820?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115918203805515820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115918203805515820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115918203805515820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115918203805515820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/siansational-post.html' title='SIANsational post'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115908349923230390</id><published>2006-09-23T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:38:19.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing 2 bird(day) parties with 1 stone, tea with sis and a walk down memory lane...</title><content type='html'>Current events(haha =P), Don and Edmund celebrated thier 21st birthdays yesterday. All I can say is 2 words, Wah Lao. What a day it was man! Was supposed to go to Don's place first with my Big Aunty and Mun but then big aunty forgot her wallet and had to keblakang pusing and Mun happened to meet another friend in orchard and had to come late. Both fly my aeroplane... PUI! That left me as the first person to Don's place and I was the first guest somemore. So paiseh. Haha Anyway, being first there wasn't bad at all lah. I tested don's "brain age" with my nintendo ds and he got a "brain age" of 68 years haha :D Later my Big aunty came and she also took the challenge and got 57 years(I think). Both of u cannot beat me! I'm 25(but my first time was 66 hehe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 2 hours at Don's place Big aunty and I went over to Ed's birthday party all the way at Pasir Ris, Costa Sands. Imagine one end to the other of SG and a 2+ hour journey! Just before we left, Mun came... lucky we were able to take a 1/2 TSTS pic before leaving(dun worry girls, we still felt your presence)! Lucky the painfully long ride was dramatically shortened by the company of THE aunty haha. Was chatting the whole time and looking at my sis' pics(i was using her cam mah). So we reached Ed's chalet with only 1 hour left until the last bus and train back home. haha travel 2 hours just to enjoy for an hour, what irony. But too bad the action was over when we reached(By then Ed turned into chocolate already, go figure) and we found out that the rest of our class did not turn up leaving Ed, Big Aunty and I the only people from NP Biotech. Took alotta lame pics... pretend kissing... exchanging of glasses and sunglasses... pretend seriousness...  Who wants to see? Let me know and I'll send!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Current events(hahaha), tea with sis. Was out with my sis yesterday afternoon to accompany her to get a birthday cake for her "samurai". Before that we met Maryanne who was on the way to "study". She was very unappriately dressed. Who goes to study in very short shorts, a speghetti strap and a jacket? Both my sis and I wondered. Anyway, got her birthday cake at this japanese bakery, Cafe Rosso at Holland Village. The cakes there were quite expensive but the ingredients they use is really good quality. I got a fromage(cheese) tart and my sis got a sweet potato pie. Eating there made me like sweet potato for the first time! haha :P makes me wanna bring shiroi tora~blehz~ there one day. Went to FOS store(yeah, Full Of Shit store hahahaha) after that and was quite surprised they sell Abercrombie t-shirts but well... lets say they're not my type lah. By the way, the real FOS is Factory Outlet Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less-than-current events(muahahaha), nostalgia. This post is 2 weeks late! Went to good ol' Jurong west for dinner with my parents and Gloria. Really, that place still looks like the late 80s and early 90s Singapore. From the rows of first level convenience stores to the Hawker center that still looks the same as when I was a boy! I really like and miss that era of SG. My growing up years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115908349923230390?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115908349923230390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115908349923230390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115908349923230390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115908349923230390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/killing-2-birdday-parties-with-1-stone.html' title='Killing 2 bird(day) parties with 1 stone, tea with sis and a walk down memory lane...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115867309617847169</id><published>2006-09-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:06:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nightvision in one eye!</title><content type='html'>And 3 days MCs worth at the same time! Why? Because a rubber band hit my right eye at point blank range while I was in office. Now everything's blurry and it keeps tearing. The only relief that I get is from the eyedrops that the doc gave. He told me I got abrasions, swelling, trauma and slight bleeding in my eye but its not serious and would probably be ok in 2 days time. Have to see him again tomorow, hope everything's ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it feel like to have something hit your eye directly? Excruciating and you have a headache and 1/2 of the face's in pain. Main vision's blurred and pheripheral vision's all black! My situational awareness was so reduced I almost got hit by both the nurses running around in the hospital and then a car when i was jaywalking after i left haha. Even after the accident and my boss and my friends were all worried and around me I was amazed I could still joke around and make them laugh! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis was very nice to drive me to the camp's medical center which is very far from the office, in his WRX! haha :P The moment I reached the medical center the doc immediately sent me to Tan Tock Seng Hospital. Got the greem army minivan to drive me there haha. Second time I got driven in that vehicle!(First time was when my back got injured.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my vision as of now? The "blackside" is cleared now but i still can't read stuff(that's why i had to type with my right eye closed muahahaha), lucky I still have my left eye! At night, everything I see with my right eye is brighter because the eyedrops causes my pupils to dilate more, giving me "natural nightvision". Let's pray I regain 100% vision in the coming days. Wondering why there's a discrepency betwen the date this weblog entry is published and the real publishing date? Because some people are having tests now and I dun want them to worry(you know who u are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115867309617847169?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115867309617847169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115867309617847169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115867309617847169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115867309617847169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-got-nightvision-in-one-eye.html' title='I&apos;ve got nightvision in one eye!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115851125995448519</id><published>2006-09-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:07:17.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When ejection is pronounced wrongly</title><content type='html'>You get ejaculation because Wong was talking to matt, our Air Force pilot, about the plane malfunctioning and ejecting out of the plane when Wong said, so when you ejaculate out of the plane... Haha that was the joke of the day! Met up with my OCS Friends Ci Wen, Matt and Wong yesterday. Our appointment was supposed to be cancelled because Ci Wen had to be conducting officer at the last minute. Anyway, I went to Plaza Singapura first with my mom and younger sis for breakfast(and boy did it suck! Next time I'll just stick to Cafe Cartel... who wants to know where I had breakfast can pm me... I dun wanna get sued) and didn't expect to meet them for the rest of the day till I saw Ci Wen and his friend there. Thankfully, I was with my younger sis who was playing one of the rides when i saw him going up the escalator with a friend for a movie. After messaging each other awhile we agreed to meet later in the evening together with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after mom and sis went back I continued to Robinsons to look for a "Shiroi tora" didn't have it in neither cards n such nor Kalm. Headed to HMV but obviously they didn't have it there too and neither did they have the new Star Wars unedited DVDs... Tsumaranai ne... Lucky Plaza was slightly better because I got a new game there which i bought for just 40 bucks! The other stores were selling that game at 59-69 bucks! So I think I got quite a good deal for it lah. At first the guy at the store offered it for 45 but when i was about to leave he offered it for 40 :P not bad... Next went to Scotts because the gramophone cd sale is still on! Got the "coda" cd from led zeppelin for 11 bucks! Basically retail therapy day lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that round of shopping I met Ci Wen at Taka and we then headed to coffee bean where Bernard and Soo Lim joined us but I feel rather guilty because I didn't talk to them much but spent the whole time yakking with Ci Wen. Matt came later but that didn't help the situation too even though he and Soo Lim are fellow pilots because the 3 of us were only talking about our good ol cadet days haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong was super late because he had to fix his bike! After a late dinner at mos burger... mmm croquette and teriyaki rice beef burger... we met up at coffee bean(again) at the forum. Chatted till past midnight then we decided to go for a show, any show. Couldn't believe so many people were still at cineleisure after 1.30! So when we went up and saw the timings, I sian 1/2 liao. The show that they wanted to watch, pulse, already started and I'm not a fan of horror shows. So I hesitated but when I saw the poster... quite interesting... but too bad lah it was already 20 minutes into the show and I hate to miss even 5 minutes of it. In the end we just had drinks at a small cafe till 3am. Haven't went home so late for quite awhile already... Tired but definitely shiok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115851125995448519?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115851125995448519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115851125995448519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115851125995448519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115851125995448519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-ejection-is-pronounced-wrongly.html' title='When ejection is pronounced wrongly'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115832418643301691</id><published>2006-09-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T05:56:25.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say the pen is mightier than the sword...</title><content type='html'>I have found out that it is indeed true... Since William, our signal spec is ORDing and there's still no one to replace him, they've posted me out and back to the camp to take over his appointment. Not a glamourous job I must say but since it's 8-5 I dun think there's much to complain about haha. I think I'll be the first OCS trained(hey! I endured 3+ months of it and after posting out, another 3 months of cadet auschwitz in that hell of a stoopid unit before succumbing to knees and back injuries, permanent I should say... so sad 2 months short of being called 2LT Lionel) signal spec in the camp! HAHA I've just set the standard... Anyone wanna contest me? OK 7+ more months of work, which after clearing leave equates to slightly more than 6 months left in this army that I have to endure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how different life will be like if I stayed in infantry OCS for proterm and commissioned(and possibly with a Sword Of Merit)? Because of my wanting to sign on at that time, I would've been a Guards Platoon Commander by now... It really makes me wonder... Maybe I would've still thought that national slavery was actually good(oh, the horror!!). But anyway, the thing is, I dun think it was meant to be lah. I was destined for greater heights anyway, god willing! MUAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115832418643301691?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115832418643301691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115832418643301691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115832418643301691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115832418643301691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/they-say-pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html' title='They say the pen is mightier than the sword...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115788448678869225</id><published>2006-09-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:34:46.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>In response to the KPOness of my fans I have decided to reveal to them the greatness of my big sister. haha. I dunno what's the big fuss. I'll start from the beginning... Like the typical brother-sister relationship we were fighting and arguing evesince the day i could remember. My mom said i would always destroy her stuff... I remember some of it still haha anyway... I was constantly bullied by her as far as I could remember(sis if you are reading this I'll let ya know that u used to chase me around the dining table with the cane, and you were usually successful at whacking me!) and it got so bad i remembered I kicked her in the gut once, pushed her down the stairs and even tried to suffocate her! Thinking back, I'm flabbergasted at my lack of humanity even during those childhood years! Goes to show that children are not as pure and innocent as how we think of them to be huh? But I thank god that my attempts at hurting her at those moments of anger did not cause her any permanent harm. My life would've been totally different and I would've been a totally different person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to turn around since I turned 12... By the most ironic twist! All I can say is god bless sony and the playstation. It was at an age where I wanted a gaming console so i asked my sis for advice because she had friends who played those kinda stuff. Well, the interaction between the 2 of us made us closer and after that we became buddies. I made a pact with myself that I will buy all of sony's gaming machines out of gratitude and so far... I've been true to that pact hehe... PS3? seems quite pricey... Any sponsors? Anybody? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mom, my sis also taught me on the ways of a gentleman... How to treat a girl well and all that stuff. Haha hey! I've received training manz! Shan't go into the details but I hope I can one day exercise what I've learnt from them on someone special(BLEHZ) hehe. I'm really grateful... Used to go out with her very often. So more or less the basic things im quite proficient liao haha. Note: QUITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince she started flying I dun get to see her as often but somehow we try to find time to talk when she's in sg. And whenever she goes overseas she'll ask me what I want(but so pai seh I tell her I don't want anything unless sg doesn't sell it) and would at the same time buy stuff home for the whole family. Now, I always have a stable supply of clothes and chocolates haha. Recently, she spent over 300 bucks in the US for me... To buy me a Nintendo DS lite and some games. I initially told her to get it for me and I pay her back but she wanted to subsidise it and in the end... she paid for it in full. I was already grateful for the effort but for her to volunteer... Which sister would do that? They can also say they dun wanna help u get it right? Ok, even if there are other sisters like that, MINE BETTER! The week after, she also got me a new t-shirt... I have a great elder sis. Thanks sis, I love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115788448678869225?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115788448678869225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115788448678869225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115788448678869225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115788448678869225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115762958814421790</id><published>2006-09-07T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:46:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more months!</title><content type='html'>I officially have exactly 8 months before I can say sayonara to the army and finally punch the air and shout out loud ORD loh!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I can slowly smell the sweet aroma of freedom now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep a monthly countdown to 070507.... after that I can at last revert to the civilian form of date writing... 07-05-2007 and life will be back to normal hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115762958814421790?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115762958814421790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115762958814421790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115762958814421790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115762958814421790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/8-more-months.html' title='8 more months!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115717347189900651</id><published>2006-09-01T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:28:23.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit by inspiration!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry to my legions of adoring fans for such a drought of information for the past few weeks! Life as it is, on one hand dealth me a painful blow but on the other hand has also let me know that I'm loved and also given me the sweetest feeling(U know what I mean... BLEHZ) a man can ever get. Anyway, my next step in life, making tons of $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I find that I'm looking more and more forward to my ORD date and life after this phase. 8+ more months then I can finally punch the air and shout out loud: ORD LOH!!! Give me some thumbs up! We shall dance and be merry when the time comes ;) *choir sings* Halleluyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "Power Of Equality" by RHCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is insanity, whatever happened to humanity, whatever happened to humanity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115717347189900651?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115717347189900651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115717347189900651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115717347189900651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115717347189900651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/09/hit-by-inspiration.html' title='Hit by inspiration!!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115596905688428983</id><published>2006-08-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:32:58.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best older sister in the world!</title><content type='html'>And I'll never trade having her for anything! Not even for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115596905688428983?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115596905688428983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115596905688428983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115596905688428983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115596905688428983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-best-older-sister-in-world.html' title='I have the best older sister in the world!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115401347885691557</id><published>2006-07-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:03:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3760 miles away</title><content type='html'>That's where our dear TS babes sans Steph(see, this time I remembered!) are right now. Down under Australia studying. Don't give up! We are here giving y'all all the moral support we can give! Sent Piggy off with Don and Mun... Supposed to be a surprise but oh well... We even came extra early so that we could hide in a corner until the VIP came. I even sprayed my Cool Water to dangerously low levels(Team Spirit leh!) because I know our VIP likes it but she cannot even detect it until when we were msning and I told her! Oh yeah, I'm updating my blog for the TS and especially for Piggy! Anyway, I expect y'all to graduate in glory ya. Ganbaru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the seventh month started Louis have been more jumpy than usual doing his duty clerk duties and called me to keep him company in the ops room. Being the nice person that I am how can I say no? So when I went out to buy night snacks for the 2 of us I put on my OCS shirt, so that the RP will not play punk with me, didn't expect to see EOCC cadets doing guard duty! My juniors! All from Foxtrot wing somemore! I've always held F wing cadets in high regard because all my EOCC seniors who helped me were from F wing. Even the unfairly maligned Daniel Wu is from F wing. Had a talk with them and discovered to my horror one of them is ok but wants to OOC! Alot of people would kill to be an OCT and he wants to back out? I also understand what they're going through but anyway I told them not to give up because pro term would be over in a blink of an eye and that suffering never lasts for too long unless they got injured bad enough to be permanently injured(as in my case). A healthy body is anytimes better than being commissioned(or at least that's what I wanna think). Time to bring out my self-compiled EOCC notes for my juniors! Must help them survive lah. Hope they all commission safely and soundly and dun get injured because some el-tee or am-ey-jae thinks he's so clever or wayang and does something illegal to them, again. I still abhor unprofessional practices! Detestable! *&amp;&amp;amp;amp;@$%@&amp;amp;*#$^@%^#$@#%#$^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding from inside out. but still, Above, Beyond, As one lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115401347885691557?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115401347885691557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115401347885691557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115401347885691557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115401347885691557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/07/3760-miles-away.html' title='3760 miles away'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115306065521960910</id><published>2006-07-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:37:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and in pain</title><content type='html'>Yeah, what the hell! ...and what a way to spend your weekend. Thankfully there was a meet up with the TS. And they got me a belated birthday present, a t-shirt with 2 condoms talking to each other and a free drink at starbucks! Thanks y'all! I've got great friends. When I met them, my flu was gone but when I got back home my flu came back. That's the power of the team spirit and love. Too bad Amelia couldn't stay because if she did, the great time we had would've been greater and confirm the flu would've been gone for good! After Starbucks at wisma we went over to Lucky Plaza for a game of "football" and pool. Heh, France(Steph and I) vs Italy(Piggy and Don), our ref, Mun. Same thing as the actual game lah, I also got sent off with a red card because my ball flew out of the board. On a more positive note, pool! Team A, Mun and I. Team B, etc. haha! Needless to say, Team A won 3:1.&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we saw this old guy with blood all over his shirt! Drama mama manz! Freaked me out. After him walked out 2 other men... possibly the people who attacked him. They seemed so unnaturally nonchalant.  Must be them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy, I will pass the book to Mun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115306065521960910?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115306065521960910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115306065521960910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115306065521960910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115306065521960910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-and-in-pain.html' title='Sick and in pain'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115305816146850381</id><published>2006-07-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T06:56:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall go on! I shall go on!</title><content type='html'>OCS! OCS! Guards Officer! Guards Officer! I'm desperate! I'm desperate! Frankly speaking, if I don't do this I really don't know what I'll do in future. Soldiering is the only thing I'm good at. Even that's being taken away from me. I'm also no good at chasing girls and my PR skills are dog shit. Life sciences is only good when you're a student... Even worse is the fact that most of the life sciences jobs are taken up by the chinks! How to find job? Cham lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: blog entry inspired by HOSL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115305816146850381?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115305816146850381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115305816146850381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115305816146850381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115305816146850381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-shall-go-on-i-shall-go-on.html' title='I shall go on! I shall go on!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115182891800399403</id><published>2006-07-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T06:58:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis perdue</title><content type='html'>Pourquoi? Parce que la France gagnee. J'aime le Brasil mais ils ont perd une partie de soccer. Trite... Alors mais j'en suis content parce que les Anglais ont perd!!! Angleterre kaput!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115182891800399403?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115182891800399403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115182891800399403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115182891800399403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115182891800399403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/07/je-suis-perdue.html' title='Je suis perdue'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115166552553935482</id><published>2006-06-30T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T04:06:33.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You heard something?</title><content type='html'>Imagine sleeping in an eight men bunk in camp all alone. Imagine you've slept there alone many times. Now, imagine one night you're suddenly awakened by a loud breathing sound from the bed next to yours that you put your stuff on. What would you do? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy! Take the rosary, say a short prayer. When the sound still doesn't go away, switch on the lights and inspect the source of the sound! That's what I did... Unfortunately, instead of finding something extraordinary I found out that the sound actually came from the window on the opposite end of the room. How then, did that sound come from the source? That, I think I will never know... Is there something wrong with my bunk? I don't even wanna think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115166552553935482?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115166552553935482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115166552553935482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115166552553935482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115166552553935482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-heard-something.html' title='You heard something?'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115141995863528995</id><published>2006-06-27T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:11:06.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the crotch!</title><content type='html'>Clocked over 3 hours on my bike today after letting it collect dust for the past 4 months! The last time I rode on it? Chinese New Year. The feeling of speed, the wind blowing against you... and the leaves hitting your face is so great! heh. I also just found out that my mouthpiece for the water bag is gone! WTH. Had to repeatedly lock and unlock it whenever i needed to drink, sheer inconvenience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I cycled over to my old place not before I went to my old schools which was bullshit because I cannot enter as and when I want anymore! What's up with that? When I asked why? They said because they're afraid of terror attacks! Yeah... right. If I was a suicide bomber would I just go in a singlet and bermudas and a water bag and enter a neighbourhood school? Smaaaaart, REAL smaaaaart... Schools are like turning into army camps! This is real horse shit man. I can't even visit my former school? I even told them I'll leave all my gear(which costs the same as an M16) with them to proof im not a terrorist and request they come along with me to proof I have no intention to(what a joke) bomb the school. The lazy guard said he had to water the plants. Err... riiiight. Weak excuse. Screw all of you, each and everyone one of you! Stupid MOE with all it's stupid rules. If terrorists really want to take a school, they'll do another Beslan and come in guns blazing! Better to put armed gurkhas at the gates instead of overweight "security" guards who fight with what? Paper bullets and pens? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was at my old place I called a friend whom I forgot is over at Australia studying now and also my BIG AUNTY who was at JP with James. Didn't wanna cycle all the way there anyway so I cycled back home. Have to wake up early for the next day anyway. But I really wanted to go. Another time can? Oh, I'm fast running out of places to bike already! Can someone give me a suggestion or better yet, join me as cycling kaki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, that reminds me... Gotta go back to camp tomorrow morning and what am I doing now? Happily blogging with the z-monster behind my back! So before I'm overcome with fatigue, time to click on the publish button! Bonsoir Mes Amis! Nous parlerons encore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115141995863528995?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115141995863528995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115141995863528995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115141995863528995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115141995863528995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/pain-in-crotch.html' title='Pain in the crotch!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115139512734912395</id><published>2006-06-27T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:58:47.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To bike or not to bike?</title><content type='html'>To bike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115139512734912395?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115139512734912395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115139512734912395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115139512734912395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115139512734912395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-bike-or-not-to-bike.html' title='To bike or not to bike?'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115124223017888556</id><published>2006-06-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:30:30.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke me!</title><content type='html'>Ass, Yeow Ming! Smoke me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up with my OCS friend, Yeow Ming, before he went to Brunei for SOCJOT. 2pm at cineleisure... Yeah right! Reached there just to receive a text message from him: Sorry, this evening i meet you guys. I watch soccer last night on my way home now... Idiot! I hope you suffer and hor lan in mount biang(because it happened to my team)! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I was there already I went over to Far East and checked out my favourite toy stores. Heng man! I got the last SW Biker Scout action figure, at 28 bucks! Expensive purchase but damned worth it! Blew more Vitamin M at Gramophone for both Alicia keys' albums(the scotts store has this moving out sale at 1 disc at $11 and 5 at $25, tres marche!). Haha my new love? Her music! Luckily, Washington messaged me the day before. So we met up and bought t-shirts! Fwah, retail theraphy manz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salute to my OCS buddy, Justin. He was on Duty Officer on sat so couldn't join us... Another day lah brudder! Dinner at Swensen's PS with Wash and Matt. Then we went over to the new cathay to watch scary movie 4! Funny but damned lame. Not really worth the 9.50 ticket purchase but the company was good! I owe matt 9.50, must remember to pay him back! Someone remind me can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For new commanders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen! You all looked gorgeous that day. The parade was the beginning of your first step in your lifelong journey as an officer of the SAF. Remember the 9 months of torture, the hard times(remember, Alpha cadets?), what we went through... Do not do unto your men what you did not want done to yourself when you were a trainee. Lead with faith and conviction. Lead by example and do not be a tyrant nor dictator. It's not only hardware that counts but the heartware. Be the officer i did not have the honour to be... You are given the highest honour, be a good officer.&lt;br /&gt;To lead is a privilege not a right. Remember. Ex-OCT 61/05 OCC Alpha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officership is a journey that never ends just like you never really stop being a soldier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115124223017888556?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115124223017888556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115124223017888556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115124223017888556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115124223017888556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/smoke-me.html' title='Smoke me!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115046680196809994</id><published>2006-06-16T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:06:41.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 minutes of fame!!!</title><content type='html'>Go check out the diabetes article!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/publications/dwnload/npnews_issue130.pdf"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/publications/dwnload/npnews_issue130.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115046680196809994?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115046680196809994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115046680196809994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115046680196809994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115046680196809994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/15-minutes-of-fame.html' title='15 minutes of fame!!!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-115004641280563936</id><published>2006-06-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:20:12.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Above, Beyond, As One... ALPHA!</title><content type='html'>Finally, 61/05 OCC got commissioned but I was not marching in the parade square... So kind of Matthew's family to drive me All the way to SAFTI to witness the parade. Everyone was so surprised and happy I came. Proudest day of my life so far to see my best friends Ci Wen, Matt, Wong, Edwin, Justin, Zhong, Man U, Keigo, Dominic, Keng Guan etc. They all looked so BEAUTIFUL in the number 1 and marching in the parade square! When they were singing the commissioning songs and reciting the SAF pledge, I was there saying it with them! We are ONE, brother to brother in life and death! Officers of the SAF, Officers of Alpha Wing! Young defenders of the country! At the same time it was very painful because I was supposed to be in there. My time will come! Y'all better come for MY commissioning parade manz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               We&lt;br /&gt;                                             Members of the Singapore Armed Forces&lt;br /&gt;                                                Do solemnly and sincerely pledge that&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 We Will Always&lt;br /&gt;                 Bear true faith and allergiance to the president and the Republic of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  We will always&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Support and defend the constitution&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        We Will&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Perserve and protect&lt;br /&gt;                                       The honour and independence of our country&lt;br /&gt;                                                              WITH OUR LIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                      I am an Officer of the Singapore Armed Forces&lt;br /&gt;                                         My duty is to lead, to exel 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 exel 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-115004641280563936?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/115004641280563936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=115004641280563936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115004641280563936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/115004641280563936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/above-beyond-as-one-alpha.html' title='Above, Beyond, As One... ALPHA!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114943753737352182</id><published>2006-06-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:49:17.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kangaroos and Koalas</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I haven't been posting for quite awhile already! Time to kick start the habit again(I hope). Eversince I've started worrying about going back to OCS I don't think I've been properly managing my time during that period of time. News flash: my chances of going back are better now and my ex-ocs instructors are going all out to help me go back. Was very touched when one of them said to me: "Lionel, I want you to commission!". I almost cried when he said that. Convinces me that there are still good people in this world. Next stop, the commissioning parade and claiming my birthright, what was and is rightfully mine, my officership!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was called up in the middle of the night for duty because some toad chao kenged and escaped duty leaving me, the standby, to do it! What a wussy! The worse part, I was sick and just came back from a field camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my uncle's family from Australia came for a visit and I brought my cousin Magdalen(Maggie) out. Took some sticker prints and had a great deal to talk about! Later we joined the TK clan and went for dinner and during dinner Basil was trying to interrogate Maggie. He wanted to find out whether she was genuinely Australian or like one of his friends who went there for afew years and came back like one them, for awhile. But being that she spent the past 19 years there and from how she spoke his final verdict, genuine. But during his Q&amp;amp;A session wanted to kick his butt! Like I said, it was like an interrogation session and it looked like he was giving her a hard time! After that, Mag was worried that she didn't give him the right answer(haiyo). Anyway, after dinner we hit the usual spot! Acid Bar! That night we had that indian lady singing, fantastically as usual. So we made a song a song request, If I ain't got you by alicia keys, for our chief TK Chew on his "21st birthday"! By the way, she sings better than any SG idol by leaps and bounds! So, after the song Brad raised glasses and said: "happy 21st birthday to Hendry and many more to come." Basil drove all of us back and I also thanked him for taking the trouble for driving Mag to her place when he could have left me to send her back(and blowing more "cha-ching" on the cab fare, I know I sound miserly but hey! I was broke at that time) and he said he gave her a hard time during dinner so driving her back was kind of like an apology. But it was really great of him because he drove all of us back, TK didn't ride his phantom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, recently SOF came for ex-secret(like I'd tell you!) and I was talking to one of their operatives. Was really a cool experience man! He even allowed me to handle the mp5 complete with the reflex sight! How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114943753737352182?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114943753737352182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114943753737352182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114943753737352182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114943753737352182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-kangaroos-and-koalas.html' title='Of Kangaroos and Koalas'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114821184168140750</id><published>2006-05-21T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:50:08.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanin Out My Closet</title><content type='html'>Finally! After 4 over hours I've cleared my present closet since my mom got me a new one. The present one is falling apart due to the excessive weight of junk I've stored in it hehe. During the clearing I found out quite alot of interesting stuff that I've forgotten all about already! So many toys in the packaging screaming for me to tear them out which I unfortunately did. Not only that, I discovered my lost gundam robots that I bought when I was still in sec school. The feeling of opening their boxes again and seeing my babies brought back the time when I would save my allowance by skipping meals and spending the cash on that money consuming hobby of mine. That which I still engage in albeit on a larger budget! Time to start saving for a glass cabinet and display them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to indochine last night, got psychoed by my cousin lah. 18 bucks per ticket and I roped in 4 other of my friends to join, nevermind it helped her earn some vitamin m anyway. But seeing her go around asking people buy the tickets made me feel sad for her. Dunno why, maybe it's a cousin thing? The thing was, the place sucked! I'm allergic to dance music, techno whatever you call it. Give me a quiet place with maybe a live band or something like that, not those loud places like that zouk out crap(or whatever you cal it). I don't understand why people pay to go to these kind of places(maybe they don't understand me either). In any case, The saving grace of that night was us making(or forcing) the clan leader TiKo chew approach 2 indian girls! We bought the drinks and got the waiter to give the girls the drinks and invite them over to our table and telling them that it was TK's birthday and that he wants to know them. The whole gang laughed like hell but TK chew handled the situation very well I must say. He was very composed man. Mark of a man who has done it many times and is very proficient if the art of striking a conversation with girls nomatter what race! When they left, we got TK to walk over to their table to talk to one of them again... which he did, for the last time. More hysterical laughter from us at his expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we left, we decided to go for a dance... Dancing to see how we can effectively push each other into the girls around us :P Needless to say, we kept pushing our clan leader with him the only one trying to change his position or push us(4 vs 1, guess who won?). Ending the night with some pushing fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My batch finally came back from thailand. Wathched Eugene's online pics of the thailand training made me even wanna suffer with them. The level of intimacy you share with your fellow soldiers, the comaradrie, the closeness, the bond... priceless! SHITE, bloody injury! I should've been with them! But I rather to recourse than to get a permanent injury. Hey, I want to be a combat soldier, not a staff officer! Happened to see them practicing for commissioning parade while I was walking around camp. Felt so proud of them especially since some of my close friends got Sword Of Merit(Edwin and Ah Wong, my makan buddy and confidant) and even more of them got top 10 position(Ci Wen and Matthew, both my confidants). Made me wonder maybe I can also got SOM because I'm also on par with them(my time will come). At the same time I also felt very painful inside, im supposed to commission with them... Proud but pained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, update on my health. Right knee is ok but the back and left knee is still injured. Went for out field and requested to participate for the topo. BIG MISTASKE. Now my knee is aching and the back pain is back(although not as bad as before). I wanted to be garang lah, carry FBO++ tot I can take it but alas... Must quickly recover! Above, Beyond, As One!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114821184168140750?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114821184168140750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114821184168140750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114821184168140750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114821184168140750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/05/cleanin-out-my-closet.html' title='Cleanin Out My Closet'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114755298403342347</id><published>2006-05-13T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:43:04.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>And I finally sent it. tsu-zu-ku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114755298403342347?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114755298403342347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114755298403342347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114755298403342347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114755298403342347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/05/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114579693611907427</id><published>2006-04-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T05:55:36.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO SEND OR NOT TO SEND?</title><content type='html'>To send.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114579693611907427?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114579693611907427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114579693611907427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114579693611907427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114579693611907427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-send-or-not-to-send.html' title='TO SEND OR NOT TO SEND?'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114572953716665529</id><published>2006-04-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:23:08.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemen, concurrent activities!</title><content type='html'>What a week! Imagine spending your birthday in camp! I did, and it felt craptastic. What cheered me up that day were the SMSes that my friends sent me(you know who you are). To the rest: HOW CAN YOU FORGET MY BIRTHDAY?!?! T_T I feel so unwanted... lonely... cold... empty... manz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the bad news, when I went for my med appointment at AH, I found out from the specialist that my left knee tendon was slightly torn! At first it was nerve injury, then they later found out it was also a tendon tear! I was like "SHITE MAN!". Not to worry, my back's better now, I've started carrying heavier stuff around and the knee'll probably get better in a month's plus time(I've been out of action for 2+ months already!) and thankfully, in time for DF pro term... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I went to my admin officer and asked about the status of my returning to OCS and just saw the mail my @ wing wing comd sent to the office. I'll try to replicate it as accurately as I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on his performance in OCS, OCT Lionel was found to be highly motivated and (can't remember but it was good words). We highly recommend him to return to OCS as soon as his condition improves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there was more, I forgot alot of it but these are the important details, but I felt so happy to see it! My wing comd's such a great man! Seeing his name on that email itself already made me so happy I wanted to cry. No matter how simple the initials, cm, were I felt like I was back at @ wing! This is like one of the best birthday presents a soldier can ever get! One of the people you respect the most writing for you a recommendation letter and you feeling a glimmer of hope of attaining your officership. Now, I only need the other higher ups in the combat vocations office and OPC to approve my return! Better pray hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, DVDs are taking up most of my rest time now eversince my uncle loaned me his portable DVD player! What a guy! Next week, Star wars, Band of Brothers, Gladiator and more Transformers. Not to mention my roommate, Philip bringing in his DVDs too! Hopefully more guys decide to stay in with us and bring in more DVDS! Have to start to pest our korean soldier(our on-off stay in personnel, 2lt Lee Jae Hee) to bring some DVDs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the week, went KBOX with 2 other guys in my office. Jonathan and YitHann. 3 of us only... Anson and Philip, AKA Ass1 and Ass2, flew our airplanes. Neither their catalogue's nor the system's userfriendliness was anywhere as good as the one at party world. They were only good for chinese songs and not much else. Sad... but other than that, we had a good time! Albeit not as kickass as the one when I went out with the clan, probably because there were not as many people there. Took some pics there. Will upload them on friendster as soon as I get them, if I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've written THE letter. To send or not to send?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114572953716665529?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114572953716665529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114572953716665529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114572953716665529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114572953716665529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/04/gentlemen-concurrent-activities.html' title='Gentlemen, concurrent activities!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114517435787726061</id><published>2006-04-16T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T01:02:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Easter</title><content type='html'>Ok I admit, I wasn't paying much attention in church for easter. Why? I bumped into Rasyidi, who is my friend from OCS Alpha, at bugis earlier in the day. They just came back from taiwan... I was supposed to be with them! Now they are just waiting to be commissioned as officers and what about me? Anyway, next week is medical examination! Hopefully I pass and the only hurdle is the interview! Should be able to pass lah. All these issues kept bothering me and the more I tried not to think about the more it came. Resulting in me not giving my full attention in church as I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what got my full attention was the daughter of my parents' friends from Australia, Catherine. Really, she looks like an ANGEL descended from the highest heavens to save all humanity! Although I didn't talk to her, we were smiling at each other ALOT!(to squid: see! This time I got GUTS!) Oh, and did I mention my neck was burning at 1ooo degrees celcius when we came face to face? Anyway, as perfect as she may be. She stays in Australia, doesn't stay in Singapore, comes like once in a year or 2... and I'm in the army and gonna be a trainee again. Very difficult to get to know her better. So, at the end of the day, we smiled at each other and waved goodbye. Maybe tonight for dinner at the restaurant I'll ask her for her email add :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I'm 22 tomorrow... Goodbye youthful adolesence I'll miss ya. But now, I have to fight the good fight for my beloved country!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114517435787726061?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114517435787726061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114517435787726061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114517435787726061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114517435787726061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/04/beautiful-easter.html' title='Beautiful Easter'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114507648363485816</id><published>2006-04-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:34:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oodles of hokkien noodles!</title><content type='html'>Eating is every Singaporeans' passion, I wholeheartedly agree. Recently, while at my old place with my parents we discovered where one of the best hokkien noodles stores which have eluded us for years have finally relocated! Thank god because I have been eating from that store since I was young :P Haha even the uncle remembers me, of course lah! Although it wasn't as good as before, eating his hokkien noodles after so long brought tears to my eyes man, think its because he doesn't add as much ingredients but I don't care. Very few stores matches his noodles and even fewer surpasses(not that I've eaten any as good as or better)! UPS! Who wanna join me there again for the next round of hokkien noodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halleluyah! I just got a new CD! Gackt's "diabolos"! Was walking around jp after church and saw the cd in mj. Didn't have to think twice, immediately grabbed it and made the purchase and I didn't know whether the reviews were good at all! Thakfully after listening to it over and over for the past few days have dispelled my fears! Definitely better than his past albums! Up there with his mars album! Hopefully I can get the "circle" album by B'Z! Jrock is definitely getting better than it's western counterparts! What is this?! Oh well, at least we have "faith" and "stadium arcadium" by hyde and rhcp at the end of the month and next month. Life will be noisier by then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114507648363485816?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114507648363485816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114507648363485816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114507648363485816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114507648363485816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/04/oodles-of-hokkien-noodles.html' title='oodles of hokkien noodles!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114395763812779360</id><published>2006-04-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:00:38.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky dropped from a hole in the sky</title><content type='html'>Retail therapy!!! Bought somemore Ki-Ki-Ku-Ku-Ka-Ka-ing, Starwars Figures and the Delorean and Airwolf miniture figures. Although I burnt a hole in my pocket... I'm a happy man! Was out with Al cuz he's gonna go to Thailand, dun join the TNN(Teh Neh Neh) club ah, for a yeah long detachment. Poor guy, the camp isn't anywhere near Bangkok! Anyway, saw this really pretty girl while at Earth X Toys Collectibles and couldn't stop looking at her(we were exchanging glances and smiled at one another alittle) and my neck was burning, wasn't even paying attention to Al when he was talking to me and Geraldine was doing a recce of her! Too bad her mom was with her, wanted to strike a conversation with her ah hehe... Gotta make that place my new regular toy store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Big Aunty and her GF left and Al and I were left, we walked abit more till we bumped into Basil and Brad. Joined them for some drinks then left and that's when shit happened, LITERALLY! On the way to the train station I felt something drop on my head, thinking it was just a dried twig and the natural reaction is to brush off whatever is on your head is the first thing you do and when I looked at my hand, I saw bird poo on my finger! UGH! Lucky Al was with me and helped me clean it off. Got him to help buy 4D for me and comfirm sure win BIG wan, UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114395763812779360?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114395763812779360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114395763812779360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114395763812779360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114395763812779360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/04/sky-dropped-from-hole-in-sky.html' title='The sky dropped from a hole in the sky'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114380788265344307</id><published>2006-03-31T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T04:24:42.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new perspective</title><content type='html'>Due to my OOC status, there's a much higher degree of freedom in camp now than when I was a chao cadet. Am I still sore about it? Yeah! Who wouldn't be? 3 more months before becoming an officer and your body says NO. Anyway, was taking a morning walk around camp on a sun morning and I walked to SAF MDC(the army's Music and Dance Company) which was a once a Colonial British army building. Walking around the 2 storey building that fuses the old and new showed a transition of the world then and now because part of it was the colonial building and the other half was the studios. The experience was heightened especially since I was the only person walking around in that lone building on top of a hill since nobody was bothering me thus allowing me to enjoy it in all it's glory all to myself, too bad I didn't have a camera with me, so many angles available allowing for amazing shots! I could imagine how the then colonial troops felt when they walked down the narrow corridors and stairs unlike the much wider ones we have now in SAF camps which allows for faster troop movement boosting operational readiness. The interior of the building however, was more civvy than military and I think I better stop describing it lest I get sorted out haha. All in all, walking around camp in the cool and gentle morning breeze was... SHIOK AH! Being it during a weekend, unfortunately, was NOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, my OOC upperstudy Chirs will be posted out and there'll leave the 3 of us lao jiaos but another 2 "new birds"(xing jiaos?) will join us! Hope we can get along and there'll be lesser SK on every individual's part. 2 of the OOC personnel were picking touch-me-nots outta the rugby field this week and I felt sorry for them and bought them each a drink because I was not allowed to join them. Must be my back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 of my Transformers marathon coming up next! Ki-Ki-Ku-Ku-Ka-Ka! God, I love that sound! Priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114380788265344307?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114380788265344307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114380788265344307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114380788265344307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114380788265344307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-perspective.html' title='A new perspective'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114345841120820456</id><published>2006-03-27T01:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:20:15.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My $90 bible</title><content type='html'>Since I've got the day off. I bought the entire G1 Transformers series complete with the movie! For now, most of my day off is consumed by my childhood obsession, my private religion! Watching a 7 hour marathon of that 80's cartoon reminisce of my childhood. Best part? Hearing that ki-ki-ku-ku-ka-ka sound when the robots transformed... LOVELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers, more than meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of...&lt;br /&gt;The Decepticons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next cartoons M.A.S.K., Macross, The Centurions, Star-Com and Visionaries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114345841120820456?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114345841120820456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114345841120820456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114345841120820456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114345841120820456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-90-bible_27.html' title='My $90 bible'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114321886581836949</id><published>2006-03-24T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:50:29.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to inactivity...</title><content type='html'>...I'm fast gaining weight and my tummy's growing bigger and rounder. Gonna look like a pregnant man soon! Help, somebody! Anybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114321886581836949?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114321886581836949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114321886581836949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114321886581836949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114321886581836949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/due-to-inactivity.html' title='Due to inactivity...'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114319560045972497</id><published>2006-03-24T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:49:38.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess this is true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class Clown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 14% Rational, 71% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are the Class Clown. This means you walk down the center of the classroom with books on your head, while the teacher stares on in... &lt;p&gt;Shit, I really need to stop looking at these pictures while I'm typing. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I MEANT to say that you are the Class Clown, and this means that you are extroverted, mean, and arrogant. You are not very rational, so you gravitate towards things that produce feelings or emotions over thoughts (like fart jokes or spitballs, for instance). You are also an extrovert and rather full of yourself, so of course you want constant attention for yourself and think you are somehow better than others. (Upon hearing the expression "you are full of yourself", you probably also slyly feel the need to ask women if they would like to be "full of yourself" too. I am assuming you have a penis. I often make that assumption, being fond of the penis.) You can also be a bit mean-spirited, and like a class clown you wouldn't hesitate to make a joke at someone else's expense, no matter how terrible it would make them feel. So your personality defects are that you have to be the center of attention, that you don't care about others, and that you are rather irrational and motivated by intuitions. Now stop walking around with those books on your head and sit down this instant! Or else I'll be forced to stand here, hands on my hips, doing nothing once again! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. &lt;p&gt;2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. &lt;p&gt;3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. &lt;p&gt;4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Robot&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;Schoolyard'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Schoolyard&lt;/a&gt; Bully&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Smartass&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Brute&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;* &lt;p&gt;* &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Brute&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Hippie&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Robot&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="0&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Braggart&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" score2="100&amp;score3=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Smartass&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114319560045972497?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114319560045972497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114319560045972497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114319560045972497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114319560045972497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-this-is-true.html' title='I guess this is true!'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114283474086780472</id><published>2006-03-19T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:30:26.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much of a life but it's my life</title><content type='html'>Last week was the first time I've booked outta nee soon so early! 6+pm the sun was high, the world was colourful and the air was fresh(with car exhaust!). Went home with the other 2 ooc personnel Singh(toe fracture) and Alvin(hearing damage). U both owe me $5 each! Time to play the role of a loan shark... must adopt a "beng" pseudonym for that job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks and our littkle pervert aka sgt hainanese chicken aka duck(quack x3) is gonna leave us for australia to be a pilot. Better get into fighter man! Ok lah, maybe fokker 50 also can but i rather see you pilot the c-130! So we went to our usual, Acid Bar for a TK drinking session. Present: Basil, Manson, Brad, the Little pervert and I. Tiko chew couldn't(clan leader somemore!) because he had to keep his mom company and Bernard wasn't updated(uh-oh). Met 2lt Gay siong there too, had some small talk then we proceeded to have fun with the guiness fairy who brought us on some guiness tour where we had to have a face paint with free guiness to drink too! Basil's idea and we got a small cup as a gift but Manson wasn't too hot with the idea of going for the tour, saying we were making a fool of ourselves. Be more sporting lah brudder bloody spoiler! So after 2 bottles of beer, 1 sg sling and 2 am we went to orchard tower, this time we went inside because I always wanted to know what that place was about. SICK I tell you! There were transvestites all around and some girls but I was very scared. And I don't know why the ang mohs like the bapoks so much. I saw them caressing them on the way out and walking to the hotel ewwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a hangover the next day. Dunno why but I find my resistance to alcohol has been dramatically weakened. Can't tell why though. But managed to be on time for the TS makan session at some japanese restaurant in wheelock. As usual, don came the latest saying the VIP should be last... uh-huh... Something also felt amiss... is it because the girls were not here with us? Hmmm Must be because we didn't bring a camera along lah! haha. No lah, wished y'all were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Congrats to the new batch of DFST Officer Cadets entering OCS(that goes out to you Yeow Ming!). Do your best for your country and do her proud. Hope to join y'all in 3 months time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114283474086780472?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114283474086780472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114283474086780472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114283474086780472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114283474086780472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-much-of-life-but-its-my-life.html' title='Not much of a life but it&apos;s my life'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114261698771752946</id><published>2006-03-17T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:41:25.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like the Ken doll</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got my No.1 and 2 uniform I've been so inspired to commission. So close! My family got me to put them on and said I look so smart in it. Feels very special to put it on too :) but I think I have to wait awhile longer than the rest of my friends cuz I've officially OOCed and have been "promoted" to corporal and have taken a $300 reduction in pay! Guess there'll be no more officer style spending habits for awhile haha. Hopefully I can get into Delta and Foxtrot wings for my proterm and commission in dec 10 so that I could invite the TS gals since they'll be in sg for the holiday break! See, I got Team Spirit right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to since that fateful day? Nothing much. Sitting around, reading the papers, books I can find lying around, surfing the net, watching rugby, passing some documents from the office to HQ(which is very near), sweeping the floor and clearing the trash. Basically a 9-5 job with alot of lobo which means I actually have time to rest and recover but it still aches even after I went for acupuncture. Haiya... I just failed my medical exam(and I know some bitch is very happy I failed it) to be a regular but since I've made another appointment, let's hope I pass it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been postde to STW(specialist training wing) which trains the future sergeants aka the back bone of the army, I've been interacting with them. Best part is that Wei Xun and Jian Wei is there which means I've got friends. Anyway, I always go up to their bunks to tok kok lah. Being in the company of the corporals or rather, sergeants to be really boosted my confidence because I know I can connect with them. That means when I eventually become an officer I know I can have good working relationships with the Sect comds under me. And no, I do NOT believe in drawing the line between officers and non-coms because I believe in maintaining friendship with the sect comds but at the same time maintain professionalism during work and if I have to screw the sect comds I will do it(but discreetly away from the men). But lets hope that never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sian, more of my friend are leaving me. First, my 3rd cadet buddy Wei Siong to be a pilot, then the TS girls to aus to study, then the little pervert, another pilot in afew weeks time and Al next month on a year-long detachment to Thailand. Must drink until we are drunk and merry ya! To our usual bar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114261698771752946?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114261698771752946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114261698771752946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114261698771752946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114261698771752946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-like-ken-doll.html' title='I feel like the Ken doll'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114191725502810432</id><published>2006-03-09T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:14:15.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get outta bed</title><content type='html'>Have been lying on the bed for most of the day to nurse the back injury... here pain, there pain. Cannot take it, have to get out of the bed. The newspaper, time mag and my vietnam war book cannot keep me occupied the whole day mah. So, what an I doing at 2300 hours? Listening to S.O.A.P's "Grace/Gimmie A Guitar" and the smashing pumpkins' melancholy album which brought me back to my angst filled teenage years and poly days especially when I was listening to "Zero" and "Bullet with butterfly wings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while on the train to the hospital I happened to peek at someone's paper regarding the 2 year-old kid who was kidnapped and murdered by her step-father. Can't believe someone could do something so evil to such a lovely child. It made me feel sick because I have a 6 year-old sis and I cannot imagine anything hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while in the train I saw this pregnant lady standing and I don't know why anyone didn't bother to give her a seat! They were all pretending not to look at her! OMG, these people should burn at the stake man! If they had an injury then ok lah but not everyone sitting in a train has an injury right? Heck, even injured I still gave up my seat to the old folks and pregnent ladies! *sign* PEOPLE!!! What we need is compassion! Where is yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114191725502810432?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114191725502810432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114191725502810432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114191725502810432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114191725502810432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-get-outta-bed.html' title='Time to get outta bed'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114183145362898032</id><published>2006-03-08T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:24:13.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A classic case of "See! I told you..."</title><content type='html'>Ok, So I've went to see the specialist today and told him everything about my condition. Went for x-rays all over my body I think I'm gonna become irradiated and turn green. So when I went back to the doc for my condition(This is for all the unbelievers) he said: "*deletes the chim and scientific parts* I have to OOC you." Bo pian lor, Got my no.1 and no.2 uniform(the smart white army uniform for parades and dinner you see in ndp... alright, just the no.1) but nevermind lah, I need the rest to recover from the pain, wanting to continue in the current course and try to commission now is pure vanity and selfishness. Next week is my check up and after that is my interview to be a guards regular officer(my dream job!), wish me luck!. See y'all at the parade square on 10 december! Xiang xing wo ba xin jia po... We are one marching on... We come from many places... forgot the other comms parade songs already lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bloody pain but although I'm daunted I'm never defeated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114183145362898032?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114183145362898032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114183145362898032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114183145362898032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114183145362898032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/03/classic-case-of-see-i-told-you.html' title='A classic case of &quot;See! I told you...&quot;'/><author><name>LEO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00816207874078398646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875091.post-114049557111759856</id><published>2006-02-20T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:19:31.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...I'm back!!!! Ouch!! My back, my back!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm on sick leave lor. Initially went to the medical center yesterday to collect my appointment card for my specialist appointment with some guys who were reporting sick(surprisingly all are from OCS ALPHA wing) but the moment I sat down to chat with them(after collecting my appointment letter) my back felt aching and a burning sensation. Not surprisingly, I couldn't sleep the night before due to the pain so I took out my book and read 2 chapters till sleep finally overcame me. Resulting in a state of zombification in me the moment I woke up for reveille. After some time of thinking I finally convinced myself that I HAD to report sick... Didn't know what was happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting 5 hours, my turn finally came and after I told the doc what happened I was so surprised that he referred me to ttsh! What shocked me even more was looking at the x-ray of my backbone: instead of being the natural curve shape, it was fully straight! Muscle tension... The doc told me to go home and rest for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good night's sleep the pain's still there... I'm afraid I can't recover in time. I hate being on status. Last night, my good friend Ci Wen said: "Don't OOC lah, we must commission together." I said: "Even if I OOC, I'll be there to witness y'all commission" He replied: "We are good friends, I want us to be marching side by side". I didn't reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875091-114049557111759856?l=bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/feeds/114049557111759856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875091&amp;postID=114049557111759856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114049557111759856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875091/posts/default/114049557111759856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluecoldsugarsalt.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back-ouch-my-back-my-back.html' title='...I&apos;m back!!!! Ouch!! 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