<?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-6709721486281852556</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:59:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one lives forever...</title><subtitle type='html'>they're all gone, just like that...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2913389375994690332</id><published>2010-10-23T19:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:13:00.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have seen this video quite some time back ago. Recently, I saw another video that reminds me of the song "Praan" again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth  in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves  and flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.  And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this  moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the idea of how a simple silly dance can bring so much joy out of everyone, regardless of race, language or religion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance have proven that it is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;universal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; way of expressing joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: Thanks to Matt (dancing guy in the video), Palbasha Siddique (singer of "Praan"), Garry Schyman (composer of the music) &amp;amp; all joyous people of the World...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2913389375994690332?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2913389375994690332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2913389375994690332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2913389375994690332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2913389375994690332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2010/10/stream-of-life.html' title='Stream Of Life'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5919083100595098395</id><published>2010-07-18T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:36:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throttle Back, Flame Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/TMLIQTQdcBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lRrXbcwrVVA/s1600/SQCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/TMLIQTQdcBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lRrXbcwrVVA/s400/SQCC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531203474737164306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am just back not long ago from my Squadron Guard Duty... Totally depleted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many people in the Squadron who doesn't serve Guard Duties, don't fully understand what the Active guards (2) are supposed to be doing in their 24 hours shift. Running through the checklist, are already quite an ample amount of tasks to keep you occupied for the day, BUT there are always additional tasks to be carried out too. For those that are blessed with ignorance, I shall enlighten or rather remind them that Squadron Guard Duty is a semi-administrative duty. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Semi-administrative&lt;/span&gt; as in guards will also need to exert some physics at certain times, but not killing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just out to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exploit&lt;/span&gt; the duty personnel...&lt;br /&gt;Help me print this...&lt;br /&gt;Help me laminate this...&lt;br /&gt;Help me label &amp;amp; arrange all these...&lt;br /&gt;Etc... etc... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the above &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;irresponsible&lt;/span&gt; inputs by other people, either one will have to go escort the contractors while they are working, ensuring that they are not infringing any security breaches. Then other one will be banished to the PDSes to support the operations. Sometimes being forgotten that he have been working for 14-16 hours already (starting from 0800, covering both shifts)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever think it is an easy task, come! Let's swap places!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5919083100595098395?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5919083100595098395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5919083100595098395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5919083100595098395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5919083100595098395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2010/07/throttle-back-flame-out.html' title='Throttle Back, Flame Out...'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/TMLIQTQdcBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lRrXbcwrVVA/s72-c/SQCC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3874751367015574540</id><published>2010-06-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:11:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>No doubt there weren't any changes of words/post/designs/pictures to this Blog for more than half of the year... I need to announce that I am not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3874751367015574540?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3874751367015574540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3874751367015574540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3874751367015574540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3874751367015574540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2010/06/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-831114615467143282</id><published>2010-01-23T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:04:03.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/S1tyaqVkayI/AAAAAAAAAp0/v-ULbGCf9KY/s1600-h/Damn+It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/S1tyaqVkayI/AAAAAAAAAp0/v-ULbGCf9KY/s400/Damn+It.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430059578092186402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you! 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The people that I have informed of my arrival dates to Singapore are already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of hearing that there is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; change to my date &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. My colleagues are making a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt; out of it on me daily. Yes, you guys sees me smiling and laughing together with u that is because when I am at work I try my best to be professional, try to focus on the tasks assigned and complete the day. But does anybody knows all the things that are falling apart behind me? Nobody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined 428FS. Assisted my flight in AFTO781 and IMDS with my knowledge from the previous USAF platform. Credit goes to those appointment I/Cs. I get ZERO recognition for being appointed as just a Sports I/C.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;24 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speeding. Vehicle impounded. Detained 1 hour. Bailed $310.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;25 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retrieved vehicle $175.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;27 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attorney $500.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;o3 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Court hearing. Fined $375.50. To complete a National Traffic Safety Institute (NTSI) course. Serve 20 hours of Community Service. 6 months Unsupervised Probation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;?? July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd Quarterly Weapon Loading Competition. My team is the first to qualify and supposed to participate but somehow got swapped out in the last minute. Opportunity for me to redeem myself was taken away...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;?? Sept 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some young chap got caught for speeding 30 mph above the limit (10 mph more than me) and got away for zero charges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;12 Oct 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Official letter from Head Air Manpower. No MDES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;30 Oct 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posting date set at 30 Jan 2010. Vehicle sold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;02 Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extension for 4 personnel till 16 March 2010. (99% approved according to OIC)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;29 Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;With 3 more months to go. No choice. Bought another vehicle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;?? Dec 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th Quarter Weapon Loading Competition. Should be my team to have a shot but somehow lose the opportunity again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;04 Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to S1, with SMO's confirmation, my posting extension was not submitted in time. Set to go back on 5 February 2010. Out processing paperwork rushing to be done. Shipment boxes to be sent to me A.S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;17 Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vehicle sold. Planned to go back to celebrate Valentine's Day with my girlfriend, visit her parent &amp;amp; relatives on Chinese New Year and work towards our marriage plans. Arrangements for the sales of my home in Singapore is to be postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;19 Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow or rather my extension paperwork was overlooked. My posting out date as of now is changed to 16 March 2010 again. Totally devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;22 Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annual Weapon Loading Competition. I should have a shot at it. Farewell piss up for the Jan &amp;amp; Feb personnel, plaque was given, but mine was withdrawn from the group. The best that I could do is to just walked away... I have got no sense of belonging here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now I don't know how should I break the news to my family and girlfriend. Well, I will hope for the worst to happen. Many things can happen in this extension period. Who knows maybe I will die here of accident or something even before I can see my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't just takes one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;setback&lt;/span&gt; to knock me off. It's the amount of it that keeps piling on top that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;breaks me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-831114615467143282?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/831114615467143282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=831114615467143282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/831114615467143282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/831114615467143282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2010/01/guess-what.html' title='No Luck...'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/S1tyaqVkayI/AAAAAAAAAp0/v-ULbGCf9KY/s72-c/Damn+It.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6116772848334462586</id><published>2010-01-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:17:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ample</title><content type='html'>The date is set... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 February 2010&lt;/span&gt;. I am going home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Enough is enough&lt;/span&gt;. Enough of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bullshits&lt;/span&gt;. When I first came I was offered 1 year of posting duration, but in the mid of it, due to Organization's operation requirement, I was set to go back on 30 January 2010. Fine. So I sold my vehicle and get ready to go home. A few days after my vehicle is sold, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; told me that I will stay till 16 March 2010 due to the lack of experienced personnel in PCV. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt; it. They are so confirmed that they dare to lay their dicks on the chopping board. Telling me that 99.99% I will stay no matter what. Another 3 more months to go, so I decided to buy another vehicle. Until last Wednesday, the management came to tell me that they have decided to let me go back on 5 February 2010. 24 more days. What the fuck, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these dates are only affecting me. The only guy in PCV that have no MDES. I meant if it is like a group of people that are being affected as a whole batch then I would have nothing to say, but why only me? Why? Haven't my life been screwed up enough since the day I came here? Now even the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;President of Singapore&lt;/span&gt; comes to tell me that there will be an extension on my posting duration here, I will just ignore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the guys that are going back on the 30 Jan &amp;amp; 5 Feb have already done all their out-processing paperwork, shipments and stuffs. I am the only sucker that got to confirm my posting out date last Wednesday. So I am behind the time-line and I need to catch up with the rest of the group. See the hassles that I need to go through that the others are not? My life is too &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dynamic&lt;/span&gt;... I am tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/S1PRi4eh-bI/AAAAAAAAAps/eopB-TwCui8/s1600-h/Too+Tired+To+Do+Anything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/S1PRi4eh-bI/AAAAAAAAAps/eopB-TwCui8/s320/Too+Tired+To+Do+Anything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427912373117778354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6116772848334462586?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6116772848334462586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6116772848334462586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6116772848334462586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6116772848334462586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2010/01/ample.html' title='Ample'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/S1PRi4eh-bI/AAAAAAAAAps/eopB-TwCui8/s72-c/Too+Tired+To+Do+Anything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6204166771998094594</id><published>2009-12-29T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:33:15.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror Rised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SzsffxTd6ZI/AAAAAAAAApk/NeMTEO3-d1A/s1600-h/Raise+Arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SzsffxTd6ZI/AAAAAAAAApk/NeMTEO3-d1A/s400/Raise+Arms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420961207141919122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now who wouldn't have known about the&lt;span&gt; Nigerian man who tried to blow up a Detroit-bound plane on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;? Those who doesn't obviously don't reads, listens or watches any news. Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab we now have new TSA screening policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the rest of the innocence being "punished" by TSA sercurity &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;negligence&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of liquid explosive, we are restricted to bring liquid, gels &amp;amp; aerosols items on board unless&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it can fit in one clear resealable quart or liter-sized plastic bag in containers of 3 oz. or less (Fine...). But look at this statement from the news: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;New details emerging about Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab suggested his abortive attack on Northwest Airlines Flight 253 was planned in Yemen by Al-Qaeda members who even sewed an explosive device into the 23-year-old's underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_world/view/1027104/1/.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_world/view/1027104/1/.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Somewhere in the near future, we will all be asked to remove our underwear and put them separate in one clear resealable plastic bag for custom clearance or even better, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fly naked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, with the current TSA screening policy &amp;amp; time guide for checking-in is 2 hours before your flight for international and 1 hour for domestic, I still see alot of people missed their flights because of the airport's bad management of counters &amp;amp; queues. What do you think with the new added security measures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;entities&lt;/span&gt; always comes up with ideas to punish the crowds in order to condole their mistakes. Why should we pay with our time and hassles because of their blatant actions of letting a terrorist slide? How much man-hour is wasted on a Boeing 747 full of passengers? Because of their power to impose certain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rules &amp;amp; regulations&lt;/span&gt;, they make it hard on us, the people traveling, their customers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same for the Organization that I am working for now. When one makes a mistake, thee is punished, follwed by a series of AAR then new regulations will be imposed. The system is already in placed, why make things more complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey don't get me wrong here. I am all in for fighting terrorists but sometimes when mistakes are made, one should always reflect on oneself first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6204166771998094594?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6204166771998094594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6204166771998094594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6204166771998094594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6204166771998094594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/12/terror-rised.html' title='Terror Rised'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SzsffxTd6ZI/AAAAAAAAApk/NeMTEO3-d1A/s72-c/Raise+Arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4275996653429563573</id><published>2009-11-28T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:25:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SxGjU06AOMI/AAAAAAAAApU/3D6LEfpgvoo/s1600/Julie+%26+Julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SxGjU06AOMI/AAAAAAAAApU/3D6LEfpgvoo/s320/Julie+%26+Julia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409284205643315394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am stuck at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) waiting for my next flight back to Boise (BOI) with 5 hours to go. I was thinking of whether to rent a car and hit out for lunch or something, but the idea was dropped when I saw the hassles of getting back into the boarding gates. The queue through the X-ray check was crazy, I even decided not to go out for a smoke anymore until I reach BOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While flying from Narita (NRT), Tokyo to LAX, I watched the movie, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt;. Summary for the movie was that Julia Child &amp;amp; Julie Powell - both of whom wrote memoirs - find their lives intertwined. Though separated by time and space, both women are at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loose ends&lt;/span&gt;... until they discover that with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;right combination of passion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fearlessness&lt;/span&gt; and butter, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anything is possible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much of a movie if you don't understand what the intents of the 2 women were doing. They both started of as not knowing what they really wanted to do in their life. Until by chances &amp;amp; opportunities that they found an aim, something to hold on, to keep their lives going. It's not that they are dying from illness or what, but just that everyone should live with a meaning in their life. You are not even considered alive if you are just a zombie, reacting to daily routine tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zombie&lt;/span&gt;... I have lived through many experiences, been to many places, seen many people, understanding different behaviors of different many and learning all the meanings of everything that happened, happens for a reason... But I keep asking myself, what do I want to do in my life? I am pretty much of a everything, a Jack-of-All-Trades, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;. Others see me as a very focus person, who knew what should be the next best move to take for whatever situations, but I am not sure. Deep down inside, I still don't have an answer to my own question. I got all these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thoughts &amp;amp; directions&lt;/span&gt; going in my mind, but it is vague. I need a plan. A solid one, on paper or something. Since I now know that my current career is gonna end at 2012. Maybe I should stop excelling in my current job anymore and divert my attention to my plans instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I can't do it. I can't make myself to perform a sloppy job. That's the problem of being a perfectionist. I have been given time, but it's not fulfilling enough. I talk to my inner self when I write. Sometimes I even asked: Is it something normal? Kind of like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;self reflection&lt;/span&gt;? Good or bad? Am I crazy? Thinking too much? Don't even worry about me, I don't need a therapist, I am mentally well. It only happens when I write... Especially now, alone, looking at people from all walks of life, all over the world passing me by in the airport. Helplessly letting time fly pass me as I just sit and watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4275996653429563573?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4275996653429563573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4275996653429563573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4275996653429563573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4275996653429563573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/11/fly-with-me.html' title='Fly With Me'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SxGjU06AOMI/AAAAAAAAApU/3D6LEfpgvoo/s72-c/Julie+%26+Julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7165653808476599334</id><published>2009-11-02T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:33:31.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbreviations</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTczOTg5NTQ2NzEmcHQ9MTI1NzQwNjMzNTAzMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWVmODI4MTEzMDk*OTQ2N2Q4Y2RjODg*OWViODJjMDA5.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/widgets/countdown.swf" menu="false" flashvars="mycolor=4A535A&amp;amp;mycolor2=B5C2CF&amp;amp;mycolor3=EDEFF0&amp;amp;e=1&amp;amp;msg=Time To Go...&amp;amp;yr=2010&amp;amp;m=0&amp;amp;d=30" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" name="NoOneLivesForever" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have setup a countdown sequence... Strangely it is to count down for my days left here because I never believe it... Last time when I was in PC II, I see every rotation of guys who are about to go back home keep counting down until the day they leave the squadron. I always thought they are just losers because it is not the count down to their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt;. They will still need to get their butts kick by the somebody else when they are back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have ups &amp;amp; downs in their life. I believed that crossing over to PC V is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; decision. Everything seems wrong to me or for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posting is supposed to be a 1-year duration, but due to Organization requirement, mine have been chopped down to 9-months, thus losing my home trip entitlement. (It's ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the most current with regards to operating with USAF. AFTO 781 and IMDS are all still at the back of my mind. I thought I was going to take up the secondary appointment of either one, but no. Not even a 2 I/C. My secondary appointment was Sports I/C. I am a Sports I/C, knowledgeable of AFTO 781 and IMDS, handling most of the tasks in the background for the appointed I/C. (It's ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; here. Until when I get arrested for speeding, everyone in the squadron from the top to the bottom knows me. The management did my background check, then realized that my CEP is at MWO with past 4 years of P1 &amp;amp; P2 ranking. So what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate that I was the first qualified WLT. Supposedly my team is to go for a competition but got swapped out by another team, I don't know why. Opportunities for me to redeem myself are given to me and taken away by others. (It's ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are people in PC V that have gotten into deep shit. HF induced GAIR. All of them got awarded the ROVW. As for me? I got a 7 weeks ban from driving, 20 hours of community service, 6 months of unsupervised probation and total cost of estimated $1000 fines &amp;amp; etc cost. (It's ok...) Apparently another guy got caught for speeding 30 miles above the speed limit, he got nothing much I guess, still sees him happily everyday. Duhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by now most in Singapore would have known that the RSAF have 3 new schemes. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MDES&lt;/span&gt; is the one applicable to us. The one-time offer now is to those who converts from their current PP1/PP2 scheme will not have any salary adjustment from what you are currently drawing now and your rank will convert as according to the grades in MDES. I should say it is a good scheme, but it is only offered to those without disciplinary actions or bad PES status. Guess what? All those who have got into deep shits are all being offered MDES except me. All of them induced aircraft related accidents/incident that may result in loss of mission/human life. Me? Speeding? I received a letter from HAM, no deal from MDES at the time being. WTF?! HAL came last friday to elaborate more about MDES to those who have yet to convert. After this one-time offer of conversions, those who are selected for MDES the next time will be starting from ground zero. Do you think I will still stay if I were to start as a CPL/3SG? If I was in ST Aerospace or SIA or even USAF, I don't think I will be sack just because of speeding. Fuck shit man! Do government sector personnel get sack from speeding/parking tickets in Singapore? (It's not ok anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the management are intending to extend my duration for another 1 or 2 months now. If my morale was still that high, I would have said "hell yeah" to that, but now I guess is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hell no&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these spades of chronological events, what have I achieved for my stay here? Nothing good. Extend my miseries here? All achievements are given to others except me. With all that, I should have ample reasons to countdown to go back home... At least I can see my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7165653808476599334?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7165653808476599334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7165653808476599334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7165653808476599334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7165653808476599334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/abbreviations.html' title='Abbreviations'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6435205023468135812</id><published>2009-08-01T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:16:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woken up by Sam on this Saturday morning, asking me if I can lend Sion my car as his doesn't have air conditioning and he needs to travel down to Boise, ID (45 minutes drive). Whatever... I have no plans of going out anyway. The whole village of Singaporeans will be in Boise and I dread entertaining people (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;balls licker&lt;/span&gt;), I have got no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; that came &amp;amp; there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt; reason for me to go down there. Freaking waste of driving time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there were 3 flights full of Singaporeans that touched down Boise. They are with us. Here's a shoutout to them: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to Mountain Home&lt;/span&gt;!" Hope they brought enough luck to survive through their duration of stay. Looking at the rate of accidents/incidents that we have since day 1 of operation, soon enough we can charter a flight to send people on a one-way trip back to Singapore. Anyway they are here for training, if shit still lands on them even on training, then I guess we are really those "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hand-picks&lt;/span&gt;" to be Fucked, Cursed &amp;amp; Damned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the guys are bringing the new guys around, showing them what this pathetic part of USA looks like. As usual, first is to get a cellphone number, then followed by looking around for cars until they all have their paperwork ready to be able to buy one for themselves. Pretty much nothing they can do today except for looking around and buying those necessities. It will be extremely silly to be shopping because they don't have a home yet, temporally staying on base lodging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell am I talking about what is going to happen to them, I am not their narrator. Well, I just hope they will "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;" their stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6435205023468135812?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6435205023468135812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6435205023468135812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6435205023468135812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6435205023468135812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5551511451306895843</id><published>2009-05-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:14:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/ShpfylMSf5I/AAAAAAAAApE/TJQyHLQVkZQ/s1600-h/Music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339685630782898066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/ShpfylMSf5I/AAAAAAAAApE/TJQyHLQVkZQ/s400/Music.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self-destruct&lt;/span&gt; sequence activated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonnes of money lost due to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starts to lose things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my finger crushed at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car damaged by dead animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car got bumped by unknown people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am awaiting a hearing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... Are all these my karma? Seems like my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; have ran out. All these are accidents and it happened just only in a short duration of time. I should have seen it coming. What's next? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;? I will rather choose death because it will end all the bad spades of event once and for all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going under some kind of depression state. Well, how ever bad the outcome will be, Life still goes on right? We shall wait and see how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly people&lt;/span&gt; can get. Singapore management? Haha. 90% says that I am equivalent to dead. Democratic? Forgiving? No comments for now (guys who knows me well enough will know how I felt about Singaporeans). Let me deal with the Singaporeans on Tuesday then I shall label them accordingly. This is the real test of who are my friends &amp;amp; who wants me dead. I am glad that I have 2 great friends that are concern about me now. What has happened have happened. No point crying over spilled milk. Either I choose to get another kind of drink or buy myself another bottle of milk. Let's face the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;. Bring it on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5551511451306895843?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5551511451306895843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5551511451306895843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5551511451306895843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5551511451306895843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/05/karma.html' title='Karma?'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/ShpfylMSf5I/AAAAAAAAApE/TJQyHLQVkZQ/s72-c/Music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6360029861240048225</id><published>2009-05-10T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:43:53.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>I have yet to forget about this blog. I am sorry for those who read and sees nothing new for the past 3 months. Many things have happened and I have many to say, but it's always the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time &amp;amp; energy&lt;/span&gt; that is not enough for me to pen them down. Just a simple post to tell everyone that I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not dead&lt;/span&gt; yet. I will make an effort to back track everything until it is up to date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Idaho, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6360029861240048225?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6360029861240048225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6360029861240048225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6360029861240048225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6360029861240048225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/05/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8386453983450193121</id><published>2009-02-07T05:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:58:19.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supa-Dupa-Fly</title><content type='html'>I think so that I am one. I doubt a few in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RSAF&lt;/span&gt; could match my frequent flyer miles, taking into considerations the number of years I had only served.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cope Tiger → February 2005 (Thailand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallaby → October 2005 (Australia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Carvin II → February 2006 - April 2008 (USA) ↓&lt;br /&gt;.Combat Archer - April 2006 (Florida)&lt;br /&gt;.Maple Flag - June 2006 (Canada)&lt;br /&gt;.Red Flag - August 2006 (Nevada)&lt;br /&gt;.Air Warrior II - October 2006 (Louisiana)&lt;br /&gt;...Home Trip - December 2006 (Taiwan)&lt;br /&gt;.Combat Archer - March 2007 (Florida)&lt;br /&gt;.Red Flag - May 2007 (Alaska)&lt;br /&gt;...Home Trip - August 2007 (Japan)&lt;br /&gt;.Red Flag - January 2008 (Nevada)&lt;br /&gt;.Combat Archer - March 2008 (Florida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air ThaiSing → August 2008 (Thailand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindet → November 2008 (India)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFRP → February 2009 (Missouri, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Carvin V → April 2009 - ??? (Idaho, USA) (To Be Confirmed...)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Quite an impressive list huh? I was kind of surprised myself after I had them all listed out. By the way these are all official. I have yet to include the personal trips I took for holidays. Can somebody please calculated the amount of time that I actually spent at home? This is also why I can tell people that I am a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; in luggage packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good &amp;amp; bad. See the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt; with your own eyes. I have talked to so many of them from various trades and squadrons but many are afraid to move because they are scared that in a new environment, their "boss" won't recognize them. They are afraid that achievements in their "origins" will be taken over. Well, all of them are kind of shallow. If you stay in one place for too long you becomes the antique of that place. By the way &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;human antiques&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worthless&lt;/span&gt;. Some aren't willing to move because of their families or etc... You need to move. No one is indispensable. Get exposed to new stuffs. Try the difficult ones first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is also why I am so unstable. I used to yearn to see my love when I return, but all are just superficial when my presence is not there anymore... All are just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8386453983450193121?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8386453983450193121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8386453983450193121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8386453983450193121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8386453983450193121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/supa-dupa-fly.html' title='Supa-Dupa-Fly'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4163204011563784858</id><published>2009-02-05T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:51:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat It Out</title><content type='html'>The whole of February was empty... Here is what's cooking before I went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overseas again&lt;/span&gt;. We have been planning for a kind of piss-up; our own kind of piss-up. And after going through lots of time coordination &amp;amp; planning, finally managed to get everybody together (less CWS). Thanks to Eric and all the guys that rushed through their work in order to make this happened. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Greatly appreciated&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were over at Owen's Seafood Restaurant in Turf City. Hey did anybody took the photos of the seafood and did anybody consolidate all the photos? I only got a few from Gibson. Seems like there are some missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305737030519953922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SaHDt9_HGgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pvKV1Ta6VkQ/s400/CIMG8800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey this dinner isn't all about me man. It is also about CMK's birthday! Happy Birthday to him &amp;amp; all the best for his JWOC course and I will want to see him getting his next higher rank when I am back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305737037635562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SaHDuYfmqlI/AAAAAAAAAos/95oeGhZ5Wjs/s400/CIMG8818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305737031459788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SaHDuBfL2KI/AAAAAAAAAok/diJgxoyC5a0/s400/CIMG8821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am already 5'11''. How tall do you think this guy is? Kids nowadays don't know what they eat that keeps them going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305737043533643250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SaHDuud0PfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/CElMZHDrVHc/s400/CIMG8824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305737044393966994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SaHDuxq7vZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RdRDtoct-2s/s400/CIMG8804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's the whole bunch of us. They are all the good guys of the squadron. Great subordinates, supervisors, colleagues and friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4163204011563784858?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4163204011563784858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4163204011563784858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4163204011563784858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4163204011563784858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/eat-it-out.html' title='Eat It Out'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SaHDt9_HGgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pvKV1Ta6VkQ/s72-c/CIMG8800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3659553760007087929</id><published>2009-01-28T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:28:54.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar</title><content type='html'>Back track a little... Hasn't really have the time to pen anything properly down over here. It is the Chinese &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;牛&lt;/span&gt; Year. Finally get to meet my relatives again after 3 years of absence in Singapore. It feels good though to be able to catch up with them a little. The younger ones are all grown up. The older ones are still stagnant. Haha. Most of the citizens take this opportunity as an excuse to gamble. As the saying goes, “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;讲钱伤感情&lt;/span&gt;”. Some people are just sore losers. Supposing this time of the year is for relatives and friends to exchange goodwill wishes and some get togetherness, but thanks to money, you will get to find out the real self of people around you... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;好人难做&lt;/span&gt;... I have been losing too much of these money. No doubt this is an auspicious event, I will still curse all those who owns me money and have got zero intentions of repaying back. I am willing to shorten years of my life span to curse them. I just want to see them suffer towards a horrible death and let them know that they are dealing with the wrong person. I am neutral. I treat people with kindness. Doesn't mean that when I am easy, I can be taken advantage of. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curses to those who cross my paths&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw Han Ting, Ashley Morgan, Pei Wei &amp;amp; Shen Long... I am sorry if any of these ultimate losers have similar names as any of you guys. Not to worry if your conscious is clear... I swear that I will curse the names above to their deaths in exchange for part of my life span! Anyway good guys dies first, what's the purpose of living through a century? I will make a trip to Thailand to settle this stuff when I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway let's stop it here for now. The more I write, the more my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt; grows in me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Didn't really took much photos with my relatives this time round. I guess they can photoshop my other photos into theirs. And they wouldn't really notice that I will be away again the next year or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300427881654266194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SY7nE1OUKVI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0tj2CpcjWSw/s400/Wendy+%26+Kent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Wendy (She is another "missing person" of the family. Working overseas for a few years back then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300427888817429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SY7nFP6JW2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/nAciT_JkhuQ/s400/Kent+%26+Connie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Connie. Wendy's elder sister and that makes her my cousin too. She is kinda tall and used to be a runway model. Seems that I have out grown her now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300427889352171810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SY7nFR5o4SI/AAAAAAAAAoU/6874vMueeKs/s400/L4D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey thanks to this bunch of people, I am now addicted to killing zombies. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3659553760007087929?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3659553760007087929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3659553760007087929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3659553760007087929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3659553760007087929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunar.html' title='Lunar'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SY7nE1OUKVI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0tj2CpcjWSw/s72-c/Wendy+%26+Kent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3152474795025493401</id><published>2009-01-24T03:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:04:46.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SX6V3Oai6qI/AAAAAAAAAn8/clhHxgLpO5I/s1600-h/Phoenix+Warriors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295834987829062306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SX6V3Oai6qI/AAAAAAAAAn8/clhHxgLpO5I/s200/Phoenix+Warriors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of the year again. When all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fighters&lt;/span&gt; come together to contest for the best... So much of preparations, trainings and hard work needed to achieve the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from India, back into the squadron and the very first thing my chief, YWY, told me was "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are in&lt;/span&gt;." I was like, "Huh?" After some clarifications then I got to know that it is actually Hotshot. No big deal to me. Actually to think of it, this is my first participation after these years with the Phoenix. When I was in my younger days, "somebody" keep using his balls-licking tactics to gain participation in various events, that's why I was out of contend. But as time goes by, I guess his "tactics" doesn't work anymore due to the changes of the generations and the leaders above us who doesn't buy his shit anymore. It is obvious. There is only one such person in my squadron and 95% of the strength hates him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was in. Lots of preparations to catch up with. The Ospreys and everyone else have like started everything 2 months ago. We are only just beginning to cross the starting line. Hey we don't live up to our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;'s slogan,"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We Dare&lt;/span&gt;", anyhow dude. I should say, with the time given to us and the amount of tasking that we are handling, we did a great job throughout the whole event. Everybody did great, I appreciate everybody's effort for making it happen. I am happy to work with the great bunch of guys again who came back with me from India. If you guys want to know about how much we did under the scorching sun, please refer to &lt;a href="http://ensabathnur2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EnSabathNur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog. He said it all for us. (The aftermath is the worst. My body have got various tones of tan. My skin is peeling. No bermudas and short-sleeve shirts allowed until I recover.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event is over. We managed to win an award, thanks to TCP. We all are happy for him. And we all are happy with him around. He never fails to bring laughters whenever he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my last memories as a Phoenix warrior. At least this is the very last thing that I can contribute for the squadron...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3152474795025493401?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3152474795025493401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3152474795025493401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3152474795025493401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3152474795025493401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotshot.html' title='Hotshot'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SX6V3Oai6qI/AAAAAAAAAn8/clhHxgLpO5I/s72-c/Phoenix+Warriors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1516178762126433914</id><published>2009-01-02T16:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:10:00.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback: Incredible India</title><content type='html'>To think that most people will rather try to make it a point to post something on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31 Dec&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Jan&lt;/span&gt;, but I think otherwise. Maybe because I have nothing to pen about. With parties going on everywhere and I am not invited &amp;amp; not in the mood anymore, what is there to post? Anyway most of my post are about negative situation, people and places. People says that I am pessimistic (or they use the word "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" now), but no. I only tends to highlight the true dark facts of the society. Normal beings have 'selective listening', which means they only hear the good things they like, but never realised that they are "ugly". Higher intellect beings actually process all of whatever they experienced and enlighten from there. '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hands-up&lt;/span&gt;' with me, for those who are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell... Why am I blabbering all these? Nothing to do with the title. Here are the photos from my recent trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-w4PV2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/o9ffagGTD5o/s1600-h/%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647598177802082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-w4PV2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/o9ffagGTD5o/s400/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block Arjan - Room 12, my room... Together with 10 other people, imagine that?! The suite that I had in Las Vegas couldn't even sleep 11 person. But I am surprised the room is air conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-n8JeII/AAAAAAAAAnM/LdklrP8Fw9c/s1600-h/%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647595778275458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-n8JeII/AAAAAAAAAnM/LdklrP8Fw9c/s400/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our daily activity. Played until to the extend that I even dreamt of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-dLfmRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Hq-Y9yR_u1M/s1600-h/%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647592889850130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-dLfmRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Hq-Y9yR_u1M/s400/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xfjkKBWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WrM3BjtCsZ8/s1600-h/%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647062027961698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xfjkKBWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WrM3BjtCsZ8/s400/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grass field infront of our block. Animals roam freely around everywhere in the base. And I really meant EVERYWHERE. Cows, cats, dogs, goats and even elephants! PZG is happily mooing with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xfdamPrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tjATzToyeZ0/s1600-h/%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647060377255602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xfdamPrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tjATzToyeZ0/s400/%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xeyu4hdI/AAAAAAAAAms/Rsl1pVhpafo/s1600-h/%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647048919614930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xeyu4hdI/AAAAAAAAAms/Rsl1pVhpafo/s400/%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unit Run Canteen - The only place where you get to shop. Goods there are REAL cheap. The Indians there purchase in item-by-item. Whereas we buy in boxes, bundles, cartons and we clear their stocks in a single day. Fast food joint - Don't even think about anything close to western food or Mac Donald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xeus4H3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/_gnQ5DyAYaY/s1600-h/%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647047837458290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xeus4H3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/_gnQ5DyAYaY/s400/%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xeBSFyGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/z1BeT1YVgZE/s1600-h/%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647035645511778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3xeBSFyGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/z1BeT1YVgZE/s400/%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wKLHAsoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0051VllNc30/s1600-h/%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286645595174384258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wKLHAsoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0051VllNc30/s400/%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wJ2s-1aI/AAAAAAAAAmM/j9Tde9WCNCg/s1600-h/%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286645589696501154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wJ2s-1aI/AAAAAAAAAmM/j9Tde9WCNCg/s400/%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some scenery of what is outside the base. Nothing much, basically is the full description of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wJf-Q8eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5rA8EzW-GyM/s1600-h/%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286645583594975714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wJf-Q8eI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5rA8EzW-GyM/s400/%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wJFIs9CI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5_aIzXWa8As/s1600-h/%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286645576390997026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wJFIs9CI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5_aIzXWa8As/s400/%5B12%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The India Air Force's (IAF) Suryakiran Aerial Acrobatic Team. They are flying the aircraft manufactured by themselves, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wIoB7WqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UgEBHqMp3uQ/s1600-h/%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286645568577952418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3wIoB7WqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UgEBHqMp3uQ/s400/%5B13%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parrot, Sinbad &amp;amp; Spiker getting some cultural exchanges with the IAF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286644182912745506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3u3-BmQCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lFgE-E_xPRA/s400/%5B14%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oh, I had my eyes closed on the first shot. This time round, I am prying them open. GEA, AG &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286644191993808802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3u4f2sR6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/iicp06zwXvU/s400/%5B15%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286644190640005698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3u4az64kI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NuauE7BrXwM/s400/%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am the leader of this pack. These guys are a fun loving bunch. Last few days of our stay was pretty damn foggy. Bad weather. See the 'Silent Hill' special effects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286644192537452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3u4h4TnsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/N8JcW6K9Iyk/s400/%5B17%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286644196232991794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3u4vpZFDI/AAAAAAAAAls/Y_ZLaHw1v4Y/s400/%5B18%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Visibility was so poor. We were searching for our plane. Haha. Many were so afraid that they couldn't fly off that day due to the bad weather. The photo above can say that's my only souvenir from there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1516178762126433914?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1516178762126433914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1516178762126433914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1516178762126433914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1516178762126433914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/flashback-incredible-india.html' title='Flashback: Incredible India'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SV3x-w4PV2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/o9ffagGTD5o/s72-c/%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8877742300087834851</id><published>2008-12-26T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:33:50.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give &amp; Take</title><content type='html'>Here I am, stucked at some corner of Lim Chu Kang area on this Boxing Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;? Erm... I dread the crowds everywhere. Public transports are packed &amp;amp; unavailable. Traffics are slow &amp;amp; congested. Getting a car parking space is nonetheless by luck. Of course, it all comes down to where is the venue of your party! I joined my polymates for a kind of like a gathering at YT's house and I didn't know that he was staying in a landed property after all these years of knowing him. As usual, Sandra will be the sort of like the event organiser and we all just have to show up on time (Thanks Sandra, you are the best!). Supposing she called this a BBQ but we ended up ordering deliveries instead. Haha. There wasn't any gifts exchange nor any real parties going on. Just plain old catching up with them and drinking. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV just now earlier on and it was showing &lt;a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ellen - The Ellen DeGeneres Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, (the episode that Hugh Laurie was on) the Americans are just so giving when it comes to the holiday season. Its obvious that Ellen meant to let all of her participants of her show to walk away with something and I feel so good to see the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joyous enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; of everybody. You can see that they truly feel happy for each other, irregardless they are a winner themselves or not. I was kind of touched... Then in between the show comes advertising commercials. I was totally turned off by the Lee Hwa Jewellery - Destineé commercial. Its showing Junita &amp;amp; her husband talking about how they have quality time together as a family. Everything was fine until when she said, "What I want for my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; Christmas gift is a (name of necklace), 10 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diamonds necklace&lt;/span&gt;." or something like that. For awhile I thought she might say her family happiness or things like that but coming out from her mouth is just about diamonds? I don't blame her because its a Jewellery commercial, but if this commercial is shown to people who have big hearts of Christmas spirits &amp;amp; are not as materialistic, I am sure that they will be turned off too. From the way how she and her husband explains their quality family time with their baby then comes the question and how suddenly she replied with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gold-digger&lt;/span&gt; answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how our environment shapes people into this world? See the contrast of behaviours from different environments? I know its a material world, but somehow it spoils all the true beautiful meaning of various occasions. So much on all about the surface... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So shallow&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8877742300087834851?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8877742300087834851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8877742300087834851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8877742300087834851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8877742300087834851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-take.html' title='Give &amp; Take'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2620948025323391154</id><published>2008-12-13T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:59:14.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible India</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for not updating anything... Time flies, looking at my last post was more than a month ago. As some of you might know that I am not in Singapore. This is my third weekend here. I am in &lt;a href="http://www.wikimapia.org/184013/Kalaikunda-Air-Force-Station"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kalaikunda Air Force Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;West Bengal&lt;/span&gt; to be exact. Everybody is confined. The area of travel within the base is only by foot. Thanks to L &amp;amp; SHG, I was given the opportunity to get out of base to run an errand. I hear people telling me the trip outside is dreadful, but I find it an eye opener for me. I need to see things myself before I believe it. "Run down" are the words to describe the vicinities here. It's kind of living in the 80's. Although it is bad, the food &amp;amp; accommodation here was actually better than what I expected. I was thinking that I might be sick throughout the whole detachment, but so far so good, only a little stomach upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily operations here are going fine for me (at my level), only some "hiccups" with some personnel working among us. The only thing that I can't stand about is, how the decisions are made &amp;amp; how operations run. Totally culture shock. I am not sure if the problem lies with me just being back from the States not long ago or it is the person running the show, but CMK &amp;amp; G have the same operation tempo as me and we see eye level. I guess OYS is neutral. *sigh* Even the ALGs think otherwise of him. This is my 13th overseas flight line detachment, I find the previous &amp;amp; the current are "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jokes&lt;/span&gt;". Sad case... It's kinda difficult to explain here due to many reasons. No freedom of speech in the democratic society. Strict disclosure on information that are available on Yahoo!, Google, Wikipedia &amp;amp; Youtube. If you ask me. That is how shallow we can get. I am ashamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will get the photos uploaded and describe more of India when I get back. The bandwidth here is like the movement of the ice bergs. I am thankful that I am able to login to do a new post. Hey surprisingly there is this option here when I blog, to allow me to type in Hindi (their mother tongue). This is my name &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;केंट यो जोंग जे &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2620948025323391154?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2620948025323391154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2620948025323391154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2620948025323391154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2620948025323391154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/12/incredible-india.html' title='Incredible India'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6044913899062071163</id><published>2008-11-12T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:19:37.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♪ ☺ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SRrz1q_IqPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/5IfRlERqgpg/s1600-h/Music+Keeps+You+Safe+From+Harm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267790817560930546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SRrz1q_IqPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/5IfRlERqgpg/s400/Music+Keeps+You+Safe+From+Harm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No Music... No Life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my quote stands with a substantial reason! Here is a piece of today's news from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;favorite music&lt;/span&gt; may be helpful to maintaining a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;healthy heart&lt;/span&gt;, according to a study. The research team at the University of Maryland School of Medicine announced they had shown for the first time the emotions aroused by music enjoyed by the listener to be beneficial to a healthy blood vessel function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team, who in a 2005 study noted the cardiovascular benefits of laughter, presented their work at the 2008 Scientific Sessions of the American Heart Association in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was impressed with the highly significant differences both before and after listening to joyful music as well as between joyful and anxious music," said head researcher Michael Miller, director of preventive cardiology at the University of Maryland Medical Center and associate professor of medicine at the University of Maryland School of Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study found that participants -- 10 healthy, non-smoking volunteers -- listening to music that gave them a sense of joy caused the inner-lining tissues of blood vessels to expand, which increased blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response matched the result of the 2005 study of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To minimize desensitization of emotions felt by listening to their favorite music, participants were instructed to avoid listening to the pieces for a minimum of two weeks before the test.&lt;br /&gt;"The idea here was that when they listened to this music that they really enjoyed, they would&lt;br /&gt;get an extra boost of whatever emotion was being generated," said Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study found that the diameter of the average upper arm blood vessel increased 26 percent after listening to joyful music, and listening to music that caused anxiety narrowed blood vessels by six percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physiological impact of music may also affect the activity of the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feel good&lt;/span&gt;" brain chemicals called endorphins, according to the study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study's results, said Miller, signal yet "another preventive strategy that we may incorporate in our daily lives to promote heart health."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6044913899062071163?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6044913899062071163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6044913899062071163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6044913899062071163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6044913899062071163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='♪ ☺ ♥'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SRrz1q_IqPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/5IfRlERqgpg/s72-c/Music+Keeps+You+Safe+From+Harm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2231948193085215138</id><published>2008-11-11T03:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:46:58.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugly</title><content type='html'>Well, it's again been awhile since I put in my thoughts. Plentiful of them to put in words on daily events happening in my life. Mostly talking about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; insides of people. You see them doing it everyday. Maybe some of you are among them. Take the Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just knocked down a man that day. Oh I didn't drove him over. Only shouldered him to the floor. I wasn't even sorry because he deserved it. I was standing before the door, waiting for it to open, for me to alight the train. On the outside of the door is this whole gang of ugly people waiting to dash in, to play the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;musical chairs&lt;/span&gt;". (The train is kind of empty with a few seats available.) Right in front of me, on the other side of the door is this typical office guy in shirt &amp;amp; pants, talking to his girlfriend, waiting to board the train. I was so pissed when I see that I don't even have the passage way to alight. Train doors open and I purposely knocked and tripped that guy to the floor and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with people nowadays? I believe many of those well-mannered beings are damn pissed by their disgusting acts. Why don't I encounter such incidents at other countries that I have been to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMRT&lt;/span&gt; to put up neon signs like "Hey _______ , let passengers alight first!" (fill in the blanks with words like asshole/morons/your-mother-is-a-whore/fuckers/are-you-blind/stupid) in multiple languages, on the glass facing out of the train doors. Or how about some sensors? See those round metallic studs before the yellow lines? Run wires and electrify them. Send voltages high enough to go through the shoe soles and fry those hollow skulls of those ugly people. Circuits will open, upon the opening of train doors. I guess ugly people who can't read signs or listen to announcements will have to be treated like caveman. Let them learn that their behaviour is wrong by inflicting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; on them... I will make them &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt;... The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2231948193085215138?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2231948193085215138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2231948193085215138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2231948193085215138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2231948193085215138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-its-again-been-awhile-since-i-put.html' title='Fugly'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-684555070547237972</id><published>2008-11-09T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:45:37.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Of Conduct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;30.15.42.42.75 18.27.45.42.3..9.24.15.42..24.63.27..36.27.42.21 18.3.54.24.3.42.3..[39.3.36.3.75-9.24.27.42.15.57.15..39.27.72.15.12] 39.15.27..36.27.42.21..3.33.3..3.24.21.27.54.36..[57.3.54.3.69.3.3] 9.75.42.60.24.27.3..52.27.15..51.27.42.21..51.27.42.21 75.63.66.3.12.3..[33.45.54.3.60] 66.3.36.15.42..[33.36] 33.15.36.36.75..36.27.39 6.3.27.75.45.33.15..[6.3.42.21.33.45.33] 42.3.39.18.45.42..[6.3.42.21.33.45.33] 30.15.57.57.75..[3.54.27.78.45.42.3] 33.3.60.15..45.75.63.42..[39.45.42.21.45.36.27.3] 36.15.66.45.42.42.15 45.63..[33.45.54.3.60] 33.45.33.45..[33.36] 21.69.15.42.12.15.36.75.42&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;}/xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JFFMCYVKBNJKLOKG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just to keep track of how much I have scored so far in my life. Don't even try asking me what's with the numbers because I have no idea how it all comes out to be like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-684555070547237972?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/684555070547237972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=684555070547237972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/684555070547237972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/684555070547237972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/code-of-conduct.html' title='Code Of Conduct'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1894184612815684601</id><published>2008-10-15T04:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:13:37.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I get married?</title><content type='html'>Hang on, I am not married. This is just something I came across from my friend's blog. I find this piece of information is relevant to most people, therefor I just want to share it with everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, especially in relationships, you will only get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt; of what you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; and you will hardly get the other &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt; that you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; in your relationship. There is always another person (man or women) that you will meet and that will offer you the other 20% which is lacking in your relationship that you WANT And believe me, 20% looks really good when you are not getting it at all in your current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that you will always be tempted to leave that good 80%that you know you have, thinking that you will get something better with the other 20% that you WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as reality has proven, in most cases, you will always end up with having the 20% that you WANT and loosing the 80% that you really NEED and that you already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful in deciding between what you WANT and NEED in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adultery&lt;/span&gt; happens when you start looking for what you don't have. 'Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. But it's not her Wynona Rider features that got me. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender - so many things that my spouse is not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Have greater sex appeal. And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your spouse ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect. Because a spouse will only have 80%of what you're looking for. So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing 20%. Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laugh no matter what she says: 'I broke my arm yesterday, Hahahaha...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pajamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt. Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! That's only 20% of what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away the 80% that you already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Add to your spouse's 80%, the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other. The storms you have weathered together. The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple. The many adjustments you have made to love the other. The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But faithfulness happens when you start thanking for what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just talking about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your jobs.&lt;br /&gt;About your friends.&lt;br /&gt;About your children.&lt;br /&gt;About your lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the economy airline passenger that perennially peeks through the door of the first class cabin, obsessed with what he's missing? 'They have got more leg room! Oh my, their food is served in porcelain! Wow,their seats recline at an 80% angle and they've got personal videos!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main message???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start appreciating what you have right now, wherever you are, you are first class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1894184612815684601?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1894184612815684601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1894184612815684601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1894184612815684601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1894184612815684601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-did-i-get-married.html' title='Why did I get married?'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6584628512255990041</id><published>2008-10-11T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:33:37.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback: Two Timer</title><content type='html'>Hmm... It has been kinda plain recently. I was so agitated on commenting Singaporeans that I skipped the photos. Here you go! By the way, I am not in any of the photos because I am always the photographer. People around me (except Gary) just can't get the background or effects that I want when I asked them to help me snap a photo. Duhz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koratmap.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nakonratchasima, Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349539290447362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXbjSV4fgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vcK19Kify0o/s320/Klang+Plaza.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Klang Plaza 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349544953411890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXbjncCeTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Rvwl6_yGApE/s320/The+Mall+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Mall&lt;/span&gt; (The name of the mall is "The Mall"). Cool huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't missed these 2 places as that is where most of us get our necessities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thao Suranari Monument&lt;/span&gt;. Erected in 1933 and located in the centre of Nakhon Ratchasima, the monument honours the Thai heroine known locally as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya Mo&lt;/span&gt;. Khunying Mo, to give the lady her original title, was the wife of the assistant governor of Nakhon Ratchasima who, in 1826, rallied villagers to repel an invading army from Vientiane. After the battle, King Rama III promoted Khunying Mo with the title Thao Suranari. Every year a festival is held between 23 March and 3 April to honour her bravery, while people regularly pay homage to the 1.85 metre statue and ask for blessings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349549351100162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXbj30h3wI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jyTBdLeLs-c/s320/Ya+Mu+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349553153611346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXbkF_HllI/AAAAAAAAAXk/l6rwoJcWcys/s320/Ya+Mu+%5B4%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The people respects the King and the Royalties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349559962101522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXbkfWY5xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-4PpRqfY1xk/s320/Ya+Mu+%5B5%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257359178946873602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXkUY3EiQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bo2nOS26MpA/s320/Ya+Mo+%5B7%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257363595551012962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXoVd_jeGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ODOiBDy0VKg/s320/Night+Bazaar+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sort of like Singapore's "Pasar Malam". Things you get here are usually cheaper, but you can get a bargain if you are good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257363598871435506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXoVqXNGPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/khXUkuzDGqw/s320/Ginza+Entertainment+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ginza Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;. This is the biggest massage parlour in the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257363604440148770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXoV_G46yI/AAAAAAAAAYM/iwbVV6syHpY/s320/Chaophaya+Inn+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257363606419940754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXoWGe6JZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Rp8cgEyNKDk/s320/Barnana+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bar-nana&lt;/span&gt; is a club that we frequent. They have got a great live band and DJ spinning dance music and hip-hop. The crowd is just awesome, you can feel the climax of everyone's spirit in there. The drinks are kinda inexpensive to us and sure you will see lots of guys &amp;amp; girls getting drunk at the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257377549708169186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX1BtR4D-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/WF_B2GpfyL0/s320/Random+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257377550714560050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX1BxB0XjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/S52F1at0irc/s320/Random+%5B3%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257377561773269106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX1CaOa4HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RCm1-j-4bKc/s320/Tuk+Tuk+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257377570144500930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX1C5aRvMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/C3L_zmLMj_U/s320/Wet+Market+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257382825271383810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX50ySKVwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/iNCYXakAZ6Y/s320/Graffiti+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257377579560357650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX1DcfMTxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/l2P0N0zm0Y0/s320/The+Mall+%5B4%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257382831424591714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX51JNM12I/AAAAAAAAAZM/s6othMPv9wU/s320/Random+%5B6%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just some random shots of the different streets that I came across. Next is this seafood restaurant that I must recommend all who ever visit &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Korat&lt;/span&gt;. Their concept is absolutely cool. You will never get this kind of experience anywhere. Surrounding the lake are dinning huts. Your food is being delivered to you by a speed boat. Time and again there will be people rowing boats to your hut to offer you desserts, coffee &amp;amp; drinks, finger food &amp;amp; snacks as you finish your meals. Alcohol is served here. There is a DJ console close to the center of the lake where music is played throughout the night and on certain days live band is there to perform. I should say that this is quite a place to chill out. Be it day or night, the ambience &amp;amp; the scenery is beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384829868597202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX7pd_YX9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/19DpZVVsp3E/s320/Wang+Mat+Cha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384840017927442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX7qDzK3RI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GM9q8E30K30/s320/Wang+Mat+Cha+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384843619838194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX7qRN7qPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BJtyPeZKpMg/s320/Wang+Mat+Cha+%5B5%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384852799652386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX7qzakgiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-LFAiHBd9IE/s320/Wang+Mat+Cha+%5B10%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacky in the dinning hut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384861515162210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPX7rT4gomI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UCz_ozUdsb8/s320/Wang+Mat+Cha+%5B13%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Desmond chilling by the lakeside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6584628512255990041?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6584628512255990041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6584628512255990041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6584628512255990041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6584628512255990041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashback-two-timer.html' title='Flashback: Two Timer'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXbjSV4fgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vcK19Kify0o/s72-c/Klang+Plaza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6715525445320333122</id><published>2008-10-01T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:38:29.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>Forces of Nature? Army? Which humanity does the colour reminds you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the many countries that I have been to around the world, I don't even see their presence. They are so shallow. They don't dare to venture out of their regions. Far worst off than those typical Singaporeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strict religion, but despite that, they commit many dirty acts. Very high percentage of the mischief acts are contributed by them. They hardly contribute to the higher society. They are everywhere here, I witness their behaviours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulates those among them that are able to make it big in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate "terrorists"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257342371604995298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXVCEogHOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NOU-PLUZipM/s400/Graffiti+At+Hyndland+Train+Station.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Graffiti at Hyndland Train Station&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6715525445320333122?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6715525445320333122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6715525445320333122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6715525445320333122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6715525445320333122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SPXVCEogHOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NOU-PLUZipM/s72-c/Graffiti+At+Hyndland+Train+Station.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4707552776249492621</id><published>2008-09-30T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:26:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>It's the colour of the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt;". Within just 3 months that I am back in Singapore, I had already received 5 wedding invitations. Is 2008 a good year to get married or what? *shrugs* I had already missed 2 of them due to national duties. Edwin's happened during when I was on ADFAF standby. Sandra's happened during when I was in Thailand. Recently just attended Elson's at Swissotel The Stamford on last Friday, when the Formula One was kicking off for the trial run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am really proud of Singapore for being able to host the F1 GP. Just an island. Not even a proper race track and yet we can turn the streets into F1 tracks. The developments are just rapids. Although not 100% success because there are alot of opportunity for improvement, this is something that I can lift my head a little higher to tell the world. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt; is kind of like a sore loser... If anyone of you saw the expressions on their team during their qualifying race on Saturday, when they came in first after the laps, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;versus&lt;/span&gt; their comments after the final race on Sunday, you guys should know what I am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20080930/tsp-motor-racing-ferrari-montezemolo-81ea673_1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20080930/tsp-motor-racing-ferrari-montezemolo-81ea673_1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4707552776249492621?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4707552776249492621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4707552776249492621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4707552776249492621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4707552776249492621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8557981210254196666</id><published>2008-09-18T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:42:12.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Timer</title><content type='html'>This is a familiar place. I have been here before. I can understand and speak a little of their tongue. It's all back in my memories before I was over at the Land Of Freedom. It was all 3 years back, now it is the second time that I am here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much of it here other than work. Boring... Half of the duration here I am always not feeling well. Started off with a damn bad sore throat then followed by headache, fever and some headache and fever on &amp;amp; off. I should say I almost died there. I guess I am "allergic" to the air here in South-East Asia or maybe the air is just bad. Ever since leaving the States, I had been falling ill as and when frequently. Whereas during the time when I was away for the past years, I didn't even visit any doctors throughout the four seasons. The humidity is just too high, too much bacterias in the air, things get mouldy easily only after a few days and human skin pores get clogged, thus oily, and acnes manifest. (That's also the reason why you guys see most ladies in Japan, Korea, Mongolia &amp;amp; Taiwan have great beautiful skins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should not say that this is a boring place because there are actually tonnes of entertainments here! Everything is so inexpensive that all of us being here can eat &amp;amp; drink like a king. Spend &amp;amp; shop all you want, you won't feel the pain... It's only when all adds together then you realised that you have already burst your card. Even if that's the case, I must still say that it's all worth while because you aren't able to get any of these hospitality and quantity of items here money spent as compared to Singapore. (That's the Land of Uglies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually watching BBC News on TV this one fine day while I was doing foot reflexology. It was reporting the incident about AIG's distress call and US Federal Reserve lend a helping hand of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;US$85 billion&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.aigcorporate.com/corpsite/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;American International Group, AIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - It's a global corporate by the way, for those who are ignorance out there...) It was showing many &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singaporeans queueing&lt;/span&gt; up to terminate their policies from AIA to get back their whatever money left in there. Some got interviewed by the newscaster, their feedback was a joke! Even when the bailout was announced, people are still insisting on termination plans. I must emphasize again. AIG → Global Corporate. BBC News broadcasting → Only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singaporeans queueing&lt;/span&gt; up to terminate policies. Which all sums up to → ??? You guys fill in the blanks. Imagine the whole world... Only Singaporeans are doing it! Come on ladies and gentlemen! 3 cheers for those who queued up! You were on National Television! It's US$85,000,000,000. Not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;85 US&lt;/span&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-sexual &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lion&lt;/span&gt;s. The Thais beside me were looking at me, pointing to the TV and asked: "Singapore?" I nodded my head in disgrace and kept quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys see, monkeys do? Kia-Su? Kia-See? Kia-Zheng Hu? Typical? Pathetic? Zero awareness of the facts. Seems that people just likes to queue. Go ask that person at the very end of the freaking extremely long line: "What are you queueing for?" He/She might just reply: "I don't know leh. I see many people queue so I queue loh. Must be good things or free gifts one lah." Is that our culture? Is that the standards? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just hate to admit&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8557981210254196666?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8557981210254196666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8557981210254196666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8557981210254196666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8557981210254196666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-timer.html' title='Two Timer'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2594235183179775060</id><published>2008-09-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:28:51.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollution</title><content type='html'>Sorry. It has been about a month that I haven't been updating as I was away due to work commitment... Since 18 August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently now in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Land Of A Thousand Smiles&lt;/span&gt;. Nakhon Ratchasima (นครราชสีมา), Thailand. Internet access is not really an issue here but just that at times or rather, most of the time, I am not feeling well enough or have the luxury to just sit down peacefully and write about what's going on here. I will try to keep it up this weekend if time permits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2594235183179775060?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2594235183179775060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2594235183179775060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2594235183179775060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2594235183179775060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/pollution.html' title='Pollution'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4324192032709753510</id><published>2008-08-13T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:59:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballin'</title><content type='html'>Well... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What goes around, comes around&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, those that do bad or go against me will have disasters befall on them. I am not cursing them or doing any voodoo magic. It's just that the forces that they have exerted in their "punch" on me doesn't go missing into thin air. It revolves around and hits them back, forcing them down. That's purely Physics. Newton's third law: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every action has an equal and opposite reaction&lt;/span&gt;." People of intellect nowadays should be able to understand that. Simple right? I see those people get into troubles just like that ("snap"), be it at work or their private life (laughing over their self-despair). I just wait and see, it happens. I am not evil but sometimes you will just get so agitated that you want them to be dead. Well, you know those kind of feelings and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no bad Organisations, only bad people in it. Those moronic people implement the Do's &amp;amp; Don't's. They are forcing the good, hardworking &amp;amp; able people out of there. It's a sad thing as those of the higher managements don't know what is happening down in the middle and lower levels. The only solution is to get rid of these morons but times are bad now. They went for upgrading courses but they don't preach what they have learnt. They just bitch &amp;amp; bark at the people that they can suppress after getting their upgrades/promotions. Their mental models are bad &amp;amp; weak. They are not reflective, only reflexive to their current situations. Zero foresight. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. A message to all those out there who wants to or are trying to pin me down (be it ranks or seniority): "Come on, give it your best shot. Throw me all you've got. I can take all kinds of unreasonable input. Best is to make sure I get registered on the Death Certificate, or else as long as I am breathing, I will come get back at you again... Whatever doesn't kills me just makes me stronger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that knows me long enough will know that I am a forgiving, neutral person. You don't cross my line, I don't either. You treat me good, I treat you better. You treat me bad, I will make sure you get buried under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for all that. I am not saying all are fucked. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remember this is a place for me to vent my vexes&lt;/span&gt;) Of course among all, there are those good ones just waiting for their contracts to due and leave the Organisations or some smarter ones that are just using their time now as a stepping stone to go out there and make it big for themselves. I am sorry for those good ones staying till their retirement as they are always being push around by the morons, but no worries as Newton's third law still applies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4324192032709753510?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4324192032709753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4324192032709753510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4324192032709753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4324192032709753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/ballin.html' title='Ballin&apos;'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6943220664945684887</id><published>2008-08-07T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:47:55.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stainless Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231466292553014626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SJnm4CYNXWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lhTSHHb971o/s200/Teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's set. I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; of them removed all at once, including 2 named wisdom. I was given General Anaesthesia (GA) and I came to conscious as a blood-drooling-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;-tooth-less man. It's a blessing that I was asleep, I can't imagine what were they doing with all that instruments in my mouth. They handed me the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; in a zip-loc bag, its bloody and some still with bits of flesh on it. Its an unpleasant sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I might be always flying around due to my work commitment, I asked for the fastest procedure to be completed while I am at present. If nothing goes wrong, I should be leaving for the States next year. But I doubt that I can complete the procedure by then, as my teeth are really in a mess. I can see and feel them moving slowly like an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ice berg&lt;/span&gt; now, but they got to move faster than that. "Buck up, you lazy bones!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain is not the worst part of it... The change of your eating habit is the killer. Now I can only take soft food, especially those that need not much of a chewing to be swallowed, like porridge. I guess this is the most number of porridge that I have taken as meal in this period of my life. Days when I am not working is not that bad, as I can choose to go buy whatever that I can eat. Working in the morning shift, I will skip lunch because I can't eat whatever SFI had sent to me. Working in the swing shift, I will skip dinner because I still can't eat whatever SFI had sent to me, but if I am lucky I will have those night snacks like sponge cakes or bread as dinner. Only after I get out of the airbase then I can have back my proper meal, which is... porridge... Duh... Once I tried eating noodles, its kind of difficult as I got to swallow the whole length without chewing. Damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not bitching about it because I chose to do it. I am doing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, still kicking alive. It will all be worth it when the end results are achieved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6943220664945684887?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6943220664945684887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6943220664945684887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6943220664945684887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6943220664945684887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/stainless-steel.html' title='Stainless Steel'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SJnm4CYNXWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lhTSHHb971o/s72-c/Teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7059471993871857711</id><published>2008-07-29T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:06:20.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Notice Me?</title><content type='html'>After thinking about my life for sometime, I realised that I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I thought are my friends, aren't much of a friend anymore. When they go overseas, be it for work or studies, we promised to meet up when they are back, but somehow when they returned, they don't even bother to say "Hi". They can be happily partying without me. They can even make an appointment with me for dinner and forgot about it! And telling me that they are gonna watch a movie instead... After a few incidents, I realised that how much I weigh among their peers. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck it&lt;/span&gt;! It's just a waste of both parties' time when I am trying so hard. I will drop them off my list anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess even if one day I am not in this world anymore, nobody will even realise it. My presence is only noticed if those so call "friends" need help from me. Whenever my MSN or cellphone rings, 90% will be those S.O.S. calls. Until then they will find out that I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;. I hardly ever hear people asking me for coffee with no intentions or just chill out sessions for fun (none other than Ice). Maybe its just that I was away for some time. Argh, whatever... To the hell with everybody... I don't need no one else no more... I will just be fine walking alone... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peerless&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7059471993871857711?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7059471993871857711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7059471993871857711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7059471993871857711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7059471993871857711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-you-notice-me.html' title='Will You Notice Me?'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-187653251649914232</id><published>2008-07-24T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:18:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kenji&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born as &lt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;姚江龙&lt;/span&gt;&gt; then as time goes by, I adapted &lt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;けんじ&lt;/span&gt;&gt; when I was studying Japanese language during my Nanyang Polytechnic days. I kind of like that name alot. Haven't hear people calling me that name for quite sometime already. Only until recently when I was back in Singapore then I hear it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I went to the States in 2006, I revamped my name to &lt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;姚宗泽&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kent&lt;/span&gt;&gt; due to some Fengshui stuffs from my mum... Made me get a lawyer to draft a deed poll for my name change and to go through all the trouble of re-doing my Identity Card, Passport and amending all relevant documents that are under my name. I don't know if it is for the good or the bad, but my life still goes on. I am still as optimistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or people that I come across of now will know me as Kent, whereas out on the streets, I will still hear 江龙 or けんじ being called by friends of mine since the good old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about names, I read an article that parents nowadays give the stupidest name to their children. I wonder what was on their mind when the name of their child was to be registered at the point of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080724/ap_on_re_au_an/new_zealand_bizarre_names;_ylt=AioekijTU22sLpiL7FycLv8DW7oF"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080724/ap_on_re_au_an/new_zealand_bizarre_names;_ylt=AioekijTU22sLpiL7FycLv8DW7oF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-187653251649914232?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/187653251649914232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=187653251649914232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/187653251649914232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/187653251649914232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7485542061579015517</id><published>2008-07-02T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:56:55.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolate</title><content type='html'>Just quarrelled with my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since this happened because of me being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at home&lt;/span&gt; for the past few years. Fuck shit... What I am writing now is not because of anger. I am in a clear mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate staying here. Everything is so good when I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;out of this country&lt;/span&gt;. No stress, no nothing. Stress is only just some mental illness if you have a weak mind because you can't deal with it. I have so much time when I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;, I can do so many fruitful things to add colours to my life. Here? It's shit. It's all about money. Even the news are all reporting about prices hike of resources. Nothing is new here. Everything so predictable. Everybody is just asking for more. Sit around doing nothing about it. All they need to do is to just withdraw it from the ATM. My ATM. Why does everybody around me have such a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shallow mind&lt;/span&gt;? They only can try to solve problems in front of them, soon after solving one, another one will pop up again. Why can't they see farther and get to the root of the problems? Keep talking about the past is of no use now. Try talk about the future. What do they see? Nothing because they don't want to do anything to it. While I am here trying to keep up with their demands, yet they can tell me to wind down my business to give them the money they need for coping with their "tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. When I have enough, I will wind down everything and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leave this&lt;/span&gt; fuck shit &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;place alone&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7485542061579015517?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7485542061579015517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7485542061579015517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7485542061579015517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7485542061579015517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/isolate.html' title='Isolate'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5129972095337863211</id><published>2008-06-25T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:14:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borned...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5129972095337863211?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5129972095337863211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5129972095337863211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5129972095337863211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5129972095337863211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/06/borned.html' title='Borned...'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7595097239428289225</id><published>2008-05-29T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:57:57.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Heed</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience.  I will dispense this advice....now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, never mind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reckless&lt;/span&gt; with other people's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy.  Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.  The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.  The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of Calcium.  Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either.  Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy your body&lt;/span&gt;: use it every way you can.  Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;; you never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt;: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; come and go, but that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a precious few&lt;/span&gt; should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Travel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Respect&lt;/span&gt; your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you.  Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7595097239428289225?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7595097239428289225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7595097239428289225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7595097239428289225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7595097239428289225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-heed.html' title='Good Heed'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4523450791325914878</id><published>2008-05-25T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:54:01.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinker</title><content type='html'>It's been close to 2 weeks since I last turned on my computer. Nothing much I missed actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks I have been put through great mental stress by the Specialist Enhancement Program (SEP). But I must say that it is a great course as many of what is being taught can be applied to much of our daily life and there are alot of self improvement factors in it if you really know how to utilize and catch the juice of it. Very fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I would like to share with everyone out there, to let you guys ponder for your future. Like my past post, I asked "What is your purpose in life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idle Dreams&lt;/span&gt; → choose → &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vision&lt;/span&gt; → operate → &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Objectives&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   (purpose &amp;amp; value)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have many dreams. When you were young, who or what do you dreamt of becoming when you grow up? What do you want to achieve before you die? Of all the many dreams you may choose 1 to be your Vision (of course it must be realistic), but before even you decide, you must ask yourself what is the purpose &amp;amp; value of that choice. Many people only made it up to this point as sometimes their Vision seems impossible for them to survive in this material world when they think about it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its always easier said then done. But. There is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creative Tension Model&lt;/span&gt; (adapted from Robert Fritz, 1989, &lt;em&gt;The Path of Least Resistance: Learning to Become the Creative Force in Your Own Life&lt;/em&gt;) that explains even more clearly about how to achieve your Vision. And when I am mentioning these kind of theory or references, typical people will tends to switch off and shun away, but seriously after going through all these tools &amp;amp; frameworks, I find myself so much enlighten. It helps you to analyse and breakdown so many things that you don't see in your life. Now that I know how to use them, I must constantly remind myself to put it to great use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4523450791325914878?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4523450791325914878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4523450791325914878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4523450791325914878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4523450791325914878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/tinker.html' title='Tinker'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-713860888910549615</id><published>2008-05-13T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:31:32.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sty or Style?</title><content type='html'>All my shipments have arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy clearing up. I can't stand &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;. But it is up to a state that I have got no idea where to start cleaning up from. Argh... I must be determined to do up my room as soon as possible. I hope that I will be pleased with my work of style...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-713860888910549615?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/713860888910549615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=713860888910549615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/713860888910549615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/713860888910549615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/sty-or-style.html' title='Sty or Style?'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4065805204518988552</id><published>2008-04-29T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:26:43.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruminate</title><content type='html'>Friday, April 25, 2008 - She is gone... Only managed to catch her once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am all alone, I tends to think to myself a lot. Looking at people from all walks of life, observing their behaviours and analysing them (also looking out for fashion senses). I have not much people that I can talk to, as I only have 1 real friend. People coming in and out of my life are all colleagues and acquaintances. I can be at some places where I am being greeted by many or greeting many, but they only play a small part of my life when I am in different venues and occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;purpose of life&lt;/span&gt;? Have any of you ever think about it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so routine... People goes to school, goes to work then back home and pay their bills. Get married, have kids, grow old and die... I guess most people are trying their best to earn more money. It's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;material world&lt;/span&gt;. Other than all these material stuffs, does anybody out there really think about what is their aim in life? Everybody comes into this world with a purpose. What's yours? I have no idea about mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see happy people, photos and pictures. I envy the joy they have among their friends. I have lost it long ago. Why do I feel so alone? I am lacking of something. I don't feel complete. I don't want to be a normal being. I don't want to be typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen too much and done so much, yet somebody asked me that day why am I so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;? (Because I was condemning so much about the people around me) When I heard that I was like, huh? Haha. I am way too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; to be labelled that way. If I am that narrow minded, I would have ended my life long ago when I was in the lowest point of my life. Typical Singaporeans are so much like a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frog in a well&lt;/span&gt;". As they only see that small circle of sky when they look up of the well, whereas the sky is actually so much bigger then they could have imagine. I really pity the people of the society now. You can't really blame them as that is the way they are being brought up. Unless they choose to think otherwise and don't end up following the path into the typical group of people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4065805204518988552?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4065805204518988552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4065805204518988552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4065805204518988552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4065805204518988552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/ruminate.html' title='Ruminate'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-964346866470597150</id><published>2008-04-22T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:07:48.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll wait here&lt;/span&gt; to play you a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be under the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;With me, my love&lt;br /&gt;I need you to show me your loving way&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower in the rain&lt;br /&gt;So soft and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;See your smile&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Taste your lips&lt;br /&gt;You know I want to&lt;br /&gt;Think of you&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait here to play you a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;See your smile&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find&lt;br /&gt;Think of you&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to show me your loving way&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower in the rain&lt;br /&gt;So soft and all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait here to play you a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;under the&lt;/span&gt; pale&lt;br /&gt;under the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the pale &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moonlight&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-964346866470597150?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/964346866470597150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=964346866470597150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/964346866470597150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/964346866470597150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/under-moonlight.html' title='Under The Moonlight'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3709913741069387539</id><published>2008-04-20T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:22:45.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAsy-9BIA8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Y0h4eHVY6mA/s1600-h/Party+Over.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191299052587189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAsy-9BIA8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Y0h4eHVY6mA/s400/Party+Over.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of fun is over. Too much partying. Too much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt;. Time to get focus. I need to get back on track... On top of all these, there is something that is still lingering on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent her an email. It's been 2 days. No reply. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing is happening&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder have she read it yet. I hate this feeling. Maybe it's just my wishful thinking... Maybe it's better just to drop the idea and let it go... She is the only girl that still gives me that kind of special feeling, even after so many years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191299056882156498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAsy_NBIA9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/vnTe8u-MfVQ/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is such coincidence when I was walking around aimlessly thinking about her, then I came across this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wine shop&lt;/span&gt;. Is the sign telling me anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3709913741069387539?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3709913741069387539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3709913741069387539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3709913741069387539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3709913741069387539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAsy-9BIA8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Y0h4eHVY6mA/s72-c/Party+Over.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8725652170102508630</id><published>2008-04-19T07:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:31:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another day of hibernation yesterday... Slept for almost 24 hours. Only managed to woke up in the evening for dinner then back to bed again. Maybe due to exhaustion from activities couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday. I got back home early in the morning around 5.30am and managed to sleep around 6.00am, threw myself out of my bed at 11.00am, as I need to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt; at noon. She just got back from Australia last Saturday. I was surprised because she told me that she was going to Hong Kong to look for her boyfriend or something. Thanks to her MSN message that I found out that she is back in SG. And finally after so many years that we managed to catch up with each other here on the equator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't remember it has been how many years since we last saw each other... I only can remember that it was her birthday. Since way before I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;, we have not been able to meet up when we are both not so distanced from each other. Then until the day I left, the distance became half a globe away. Then until she decided to go for her studies in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, we are now a Pacific Ocean apart, from one end to another, North-west to South-east. For so many years, I can only find out how she is doing from her Friendster's profile daily and sometimes just from MSN-ing... We made a deal to visit each other if time permits but somehow it have yet to happen. Every time I see that she have got a new love, I can only wish that she had found her happiness. But until now, I guess she just ain't got the right person yet... *shrugs* I don't know. She just told me that she don't feels like getting into any relationship right now, kind of tired about it... Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190489753766828306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAhS7j-TmRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1WPp6oRACDM/s400/16042008519.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Singapore's Skyline view at 165 metres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since we are both back in SG for only a short time, we decided to feast ourselves on the local food. I have been wanting to eat at a marketplace or coffee shop rather than those restaurants, same thoughts for Denise. We had Fried Hokkien Prawn Noodle, Wu Xiang &amp;amp; Bee Hoon, Fishball Noodle &amp;amp; Soya Bean Milk over at the Boon Lay Market place. Awesome. We took a bus to Jurong Point Shopping Center. We both were like kind of lost with those bus numbers and we were laughing over it. It's been so long since I ever got on a bus and seeing those school students on the bus, reminds us of the past when we were once like them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190489740881926402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAhS6z-TmQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/M2OnSntc7ns/s400/16042008517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking blue inside the capsule of the Singapore Flyer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190489758061795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAhS7z-TmSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/A8zuOqnmni8/s400/16042008527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The structure of the world's largest Giant Observation Wheel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From there we went Wistma Atrium, Takashimaya, Marina Square, Suntec City, Singapore Flyer, Vivo City then St. James Power Station.&lt;/p&gt;Luckily I am not so much of a nerd to SG, if not we both would have got lost for many times. For a few times she got mixed up with places that we wanna go. There are many changes if you have looked carefully, places and people. The whole island is like a tourist attraction now, there are hardly any locals wherever you go. Of the few locals that we spoke to, like those taxi drivers &amp;amp; salesman agrees to that too and told us to stay away from SG (younger Singaporeans are leaving for better job opportunities &amp;amp; studies and getting other citizenship's so as not to deal with the issues here) as the living situation is a crap now. Well, I shall see how bad can it be as every time I called back from the States my mum will be complaining to me about it too. Whenever we hear people talking about rather then to stay in Australia &amp;amp; America, we will give each other a look and laugh because we are each from the countries that they are talking about. It's funny and also an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irony&lt;/span&gt; when we think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner over at Vivo City's Food Republic. Bah Chor Mee &amp;amp; Laksa were served on our table. The Laksa is a turn off, but luckily the Bah Chor Mee compensates it. After which, we went Dragonfly because I still have a balance of 3.0L of Martell left from last week. And we got Kendi (did I spelled it right?), long lost friend of me &amp;amp; Ice, to drink with us too. He looks so different, not as "bengster" anymore. We had our fun. It's all my fault when I gave Denise the 2 options of either finishing the bottle and leave or hanging around till 5.00am when they close... So I guess she chose the first option. Yes I know she can drink, she drinks until my friends were shunning away from her whenever she holds her glass up. Haha. But somehow towards the end of the night, she got drunk. This is the second time I see her drunk. She feels like vomiting but no matter how we tried, we couldn't get her to. Even upon reaching downstairs of her place she still won't, but she just keeps having the feel of it coming. I spent a couple of hours with her trying to coax her up to rest. I am sorry. I should have stopped her from drinking that much. She still looks as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; when she is drunk. My silly girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why after so long she still feels special to me. She is the only girl that gives me that kind of feeling. I was kind of disappointed when she says that she is tired of relationship now. Who knows, when she is not tired of it anymore I might not be around by her side already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190492352222042418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAhVSz-TmTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QwXka7-Ovgc/s400/Singapore+Flyer+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8725652170102508630?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8725652170102508630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8725652170102508630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8725652170102508630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8725652170102508630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days...'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAhS7j-TmRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1WPp6oRACDM/s72-c/16042008519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-159079445865894447</id><published>2008-04-14T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:26:09.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High</title><content type='html'>I am kind of losing track of days. For a few nights, I haven't been sleeping at home, haven't been back home till at least the sun is up for the next day... It's difficult trying to recall when, where &amp;amp; what I was doing just 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Last Thursday, I stayed at home. Friday, I was supposed to meet Kate after her work, but she ended up "flying me a plane to Holland" as she was doing something with her sister. And as I was walking along Orchard Road, just in front of the Takashimaya Shopping Centre, I got approached by this guy named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izuan&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.createtalents.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Create Talents Pte Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, asking me to be a free-lance model for their company. I am skeptical about these kind of things but I just gave him my name &amp;amp; cellphone number and took his name card anyway. I was thinking to myself, his eyes must have been stamped when approaching me for the job. Lolz. They called up today and arranged an appointment for me to meet up with them tomorrow. *shrugs* I shall go take a peek and see what's cooking over there. Nothing much on Friday actually, after which I met up with Ice again for our clubbing session over at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;97&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thumbs down&lt;/span&gt;. Because the band sucks. Most of the time I can't understand what they are singing. The dance music the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt; plays sucks too. He only have got 2 CDs. He kept playing songs by Cascada and Groove Coverage, alternatively one after another. With just only 2 CDs to mingle with, he acts damn busy behind the DJ console, meddling with those equipments. Freaking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; look, even a moron knows he is acting busy. Duhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189163858707847410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAOdCT-TmPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7-0hixHvJro/s400/Mo+Xiao+Ling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, it's my cousin, Wan Ru's 21 year old birthday! Most of my cousins were there, less Connie who was ill. We had a little sort of Hi-tea session going on at her place. It's good to see my relatives after such a long time moreover I haven't been around for 2 consecutive Chinese New Year already. I met Kate &amp;amp; her sister for dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah Wok&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant, St. James Power Station. After dinner, we went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/span&gt;-ing again. Super crowded. Wan Ru &amp;amp; Shi Long joined me there. I got to say sorry to them, for my poor hospitality. I got them into the club without queueing and drinking at my expenses but didn't really spent much time with them. I am surprised to see so much friends in there. Just to walk to the smoking lounge takes me about 20 minutes as I keep getting stopped at a few tables for drinks from my long lost friends. *phew* Guess who I saw? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mo Xiao Ling&lt;/span&gt; was beside our table. She is funny. That's the first time I see her in person. She looks fairer. She is quite a regular over there, also a friend of HT. She was with her bunch of girlfriends and she introduced a few of her girlfriends to me. A bunch of fun loving girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and her sister went missing for 5 hours. Something wrong happened between the sisters, sort of complicated. I caught her boarding a taxi outside alone, managed to hold the taxi. She cried on my shoulders when I got into the taxi, sitting beside her. Spent another morning with her until she feels better. Why does all these keep happening to me? If those ladies out there had met those heartless bastards, I'm sure they would took advantage of the situation. I don't know. It's difficult for me to see somebody in lurch and leave them to die by themselves. But good guys die early &amp;amp; bad guys gets the best of everything. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-159079445865894447?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/159079445865894447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=159079445865894447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/159079445865894447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/159079445865894447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/flying-high.html' title='Flying High'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/SAOdCT-TmPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7-0hixHvJro/s72-c/Mo+Xiao+Ling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5714835528175456255</id><published>2008-04-11T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:32:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Uglies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Singapore. Damned. Touched down on the Monday. Dread the humidity. Dread the thick air. No time wasted upon reaching home, dropping my luggage. Many errands to catch up with and at the same time arranging meetings for a few of my great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First to respond is Alvin. Nicholas &amp;amp; me met up with him over at Lot 1 for just a cup of coffee. Next of course is none other than my best buddy, Ice. As usual, he is busy with his scheming business. I joined his friends over at a KTV pub in Boat Quay, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHEBANGS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crappy place&lt;/span&gt;. The sound system sucks, people don't sing, they shout and bark into the microphone and the crappy system can't take the frequency thus distorting the music coming out from the speakers. Totally a place for ear wax. I was staying outside of the pub most of the time smoking and having roti prata instead. Well, I decided to go somewhere else... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/span&gt;. Not much of a people on a Monday night though. Surprisingly I saw Levonne there. She still looks the same, but I can feel that her mood is much better than the last time that I had spoken to her. We had our fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday. I can't remember what time did I woke up. I was supposed to meet my cousin Catherine and Connie to buy a birthday present for my another cousin who is having her birthday celebration on this coming Saturday, but ended up cancelling the appointment as I need to attend to Ice for something else. I followed him to Joo Chiat for his kind of meeting with his business partners and thereafter, I headed over to Nana at Central Mall for another friend's birthday. Watched the LIVE telecast of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool Vs Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;, 4-2. Liverpool won. Damned. My favourite club lost... It's been so long since I last watched English soccer. It's all about NBA, MHL, NFL &amp;amp; NBL over in the States. Only till day break that I managed to make my way back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187639781658236514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R_4y5WhslmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JEvGKu_aOMY/s400/Martell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday. Didn't really slept any. Went back home, showered and went out again with my mum to buy some new furniture for my room. Met up with Ice again. He introduced me some business with his partners. Since all my money sitting in my bank is not doing any good anyway, might as well I let them roll for higher "interests". We went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whiskey Bar&lt;/span&gt; at Boat Quay to look for some friends, finished a bottle of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Martell&lt;/span&gt; and we bar hopped to Dragonfly again. It's totally packed. Thanks to the influential power of HT, we got a great table seating. Everything was boring as usual until we got to know these 2 Korean sisters when we were smoking outside. Kate &amp;amp; Vicky. They were all by themselves, so we invited them to our table for drinks. Kate is sweet, we hit it off right on when she said that she had stayed in the States for a few years when she was studying in Los Angeles, California. We had tonnes of fun. 1...2...3...4... bottles of Martell down to the last drop. Everybody is getting kind of crazy when it all ends at 5am... I spent the whole morning with Kate, it was only until noon that I managed to get home. Knocked out till the evening of Thursday that I started writing this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5714835528175456255?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5714835528175456255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5714835528175456255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5714835528175456255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5714835528175456255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/land-of-uglies.html' title='Land of the Uglies'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R_4y5WhslmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JEvGKu_aOMY/s72-c/Martell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1157846049325232853</id><published>2008-03-31T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:07:07.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed</title><content type='html'>Ever since back from Florida, I had been busy packing, packing and packing... Packing my boxes. Such a short time left and I have lots to sort and coordinate. Even though I am leaving the squadron soon, the amount of work that I have to commit has not loosen any. Lucky for those who don't hold any appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boxes are gone! My house is empty! I can hear the echoes when I sneezed or coughed... Finally it's not messy anymore. Argh, I just can't stand trash that are in my way. (applies to all humans that are of no use to the society too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those new rotation guys touched down yesterday. Haven't met up with them yet, anyway I will see them later in the afternoon during our DCC's Hi-Bye party. Let them say "hi" to us and me saying "bye" to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies... How many times have we all hear that already? Ya... Ya... So it's a fact. 50 months here in the States is really a great experience for me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love America&lt;/span&gt;. I want to stay here forever. Am I repeating myself again? I had forgotten how many times I had told all my American friends here that I rather stay. I will miss them all. All the great times we had spent together having house party, doing crazy stuffs and wild funs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Hmm... Somehow imeem isn't working on my blog. I will try to figure it out sooner or later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1157846049325232853?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1157846049325232853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1157846049325232853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1157846049325232853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1157846049325232853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/03/boxed.html' title='Boxed'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7422854295894776089</id><published>2008-03-10T09:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:57:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Recall</title><content type='html'>A full weekend in Florida... Nothing much, went shopping at Destin and followed by party, at &lt;a href="http://springbreak.clublavela.com/home.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Club La Vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. Today is just basically hitting the Panama City Beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Club La Vela yesterday, I suddenly felt better. Even though I never really enjoyed myself like the other thousands in there, as I was standing all the while on the patio looking at the dance floor. I still find my body moved naturally as the beat goes on. Even though somehow I am losing the feeling of enjoying the happenings in the club and everything, I still love loud music, the vibration of the low frequency bass pulsating through my heart &amp;amp; veins just somehow makes me feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No music... No life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to dance. I love dance music. You name it, eurodance, progressive, trance, vocal-trance, hip-hop and alternatives. By the way, I would like to take this opportunity to educate the people out there who have no idea about genres of music that, those dance music that you hear frequently or those that typical stupid Singaporean thinks only "Ah-Beng" listens to, are not classified under Techno. They are more commonly Eurodance. Almost all derived from Europe &amp;amp; UK, hence the name Eurodance. Yes, there is a genre of music call Techno but its more hardcore, more of like electronic noises, sort of close to hard trance. Like those you hear on Friday or Saturday nights in &lt;a href="http://www.zoukclub.com/main.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So, dorks out there, get it? I hate hearing people saying that Eurodances are Technos. (Those interested on hearing what genre is what genre of music can go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Digitally Imported&lt;/span&gt; on the left-hand side of my menu under &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Linkages&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that. Since the age of 15, I had been hitting clubs and pubs everywhere, getting to know people and ways of getting into them. It all started when I got to know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;. He is a crazy and yet awesome guy. He is 1 year younger than me but we both don't really look our age during that time, that's also one of the reasons why we can get into clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday &amp;amp; Wednesday - Ladies Nite, Mambo Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday - Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday - Tertiary Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday &amp;amp; Saturday - Night Disc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday - Free &amp;amp; Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both love to dance in the club and we both are damn good. We have our moves and we are flexible. We are always looking for the podium space to get our moves as we hate to squeeze among the crowds. Usually when people go clubs they tend to look for hook-up over the bar, dance floor or anywhere. But we go just purely because of the music and the dance. So far in the history of my partying life, I have never ever get any numbers from any ladies at all, not to say that I am unfriendly or what, its just that I don't see the need to and maybe I am afraid of being rejected I guess? Hee... But through these years we made quite a number of friends from clubs as well, also including ladies coming up to us for numbers as well. I remembered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt; is the only one girl that XD went to get her number for me because of just a passing remark I made, "That girl sure knows how to dance, I like her moves." Before even I can stop him, he got it already. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well both of us been through alot, really. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 years of friendship&lt;/span&gt; already. Fights with others, police stations and lots of illegal stuffs that I can't mention here. We have so many different friends coming in &amp;amp; out of our different phases of life. Only XD stays throughout. Only he understands who I really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it is because I started to enjoy life too early. You name it, I did it. All the thrills, parties&lt;br /&gt;and bad ass stuffs... But no regrets in life, I am rather thankful that I have been through so much as I believe every occurrence in life has a learning value. I am only envious of people around my age still having their hands up in the air partying hard and finding everything amusing to them, whereas I had already passed that stage of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish on writing this post, I come to realise that I am just an empty shell probably waiting for another phase of my life to come until I reach another age, as I had already fulfilled what my mind &amp;amp; body needs for now, way ahead years ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7422854295894776089?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7422854295894776089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7422854295894776089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7422854295894776089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7422854295894776089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/03/total-recall.html' title='Total Recall'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6554599916142820747</id><published>2008-03-03T17:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:36:12.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spr-Break-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBrhZ1GpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rIxXoTBA3jE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177382200084339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBrhZ1GpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rIxXoTBA3jE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To even begin what is going to happen here, I must say that I felt my life is in a mess. My boxes are leaving on the March, 24 and I will only be back home on March, 15. The problem is that I have no time to pack them! And not even 1 box is done packing! Damn! Can I just skip the packing instead? And let me stay here forever? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177382204379306658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBrxZ1GqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/X0Df9m1qyDM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hey it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring_break"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spring Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Schools are out and parties are in! Drink throughout the day, bikini &amp;amp; wet T-shirt contests going on, beach/foam parties happening and get laid on the beach and everywhere. Simply it's just booze &amp;amp; sex for all the college kids here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177382204379306674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBrxZ1GrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ts8zHS_uNic/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I shouldn't even be here in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Panama City&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; right now. I should be clearing my boxes. This is the 3rd consecutive Spring break that I am having here since 2006... 1st time was interesting, 2nd time you get to hit all the places that you didn't managed to during the 1st visit, and... the 3rd time everything is just boring... to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177382212969241282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBsRZ1GsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uC8F7RqFvLA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177382212969241298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBsRZ1GtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0M7rySvgR-c/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Somehow at this stage of my life, I seems to find everything dull... Seems like I have lost sight of colours. I find all things are boring. I seems to have a problem but I don't know what is it or what is causing me to be like this. Everyday I put on my array of masks to face the world out there, I don't even know who am I really anymore. What is my purpose of staying alive? I am avoiding somehow. I need to find my solitude, a place that I can be carefree or even to have a goal in life once again. I guess I will need someone to guide me through. I am just like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;message-in-a-bottle&lt;/span&gt; floating in the ocean until somebody finds me and open the message...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6554599916142820747?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6554599916142820747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6554599916142820747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6554599916142820747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6554599916142820747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/03/spr-break-ing.html' title='Spr-Break-ing'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9nBrhZ1GpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rIxXoTBA3jE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5876739710468340617</id><published>2008-02-18T05:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:58:04.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>That's quite about it after the road trip. Nobody seems to like wanna go on a vacation or something, some want to conserve their leave to go back Singapore and spend it with their love ones. What a bored... I had already spent 4 days of tranquility at home. Very well, since I walk alone all the time, fine. I packed a few clothes, made a call to Perry Handelman, Executive Host of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stratosphere&lt;/span&gt; to get a 3-nights stay and the next day drove off to Las Vegas again... Here I am at Las Vegas now, in Chinatown's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;阿宗面线&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ay Chung Cafe&lt;/span&gt;], getting my first meal of the day at 3pm, breakfast-lunch-dinner? It's cool place to hang out because they have free wireless Internet nice Taiwanese food &amp;amp; drinks and the waitresses are mostly pleasant looking &amp;amp; of great services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such meaningless... Oh by the way &lt;a href="http://www.montecarlo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monte Carlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; re-opens last Friday after their fire incident on 25 January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R8u3lAaqSVI/AAAAAAAAASE/M40fT-xr1cA/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173430443360012626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R8u3lAaqSVI/AAAAAAAAASE/M40fT-xr1cA/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Lost USD$890&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Win USD$2200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Win USD$700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An all expenses paid trip. Before I head back to Arizona, I met up with TYH for some shopping at the &lt;a href="http://www.premiumoutlets.com/outlets/outlet.asp?id=58"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Las Vegas Premium Outlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and also a round of dim-sum at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orchid Garden&lt;/span&gt;. *yawnz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5876739710468340617?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5876739710468340617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5876739710468340617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5876739710468340617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5876739710468340617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/02/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R8u3lAaqSVI/AAAAAAAAASE/M40fT-xr1cA/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6340101615202642305</id><published>2008-02-12T05:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:32:18.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Here is what happened when I was on leave for a week or so since after the Chinese New Year... Starting off on a road trip with Leon on my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ford Escape&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312920731359810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1LRZ1GkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2tOd-Dy8OWE/s400/RT+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1LhZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h_fj4-sad0s/s1600-h/RT+%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312925026327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1LhZ1GlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h_fj4-sad0s/s400/RT+%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drove 400 miles to get here, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Corners_Monument"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Corners Monument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where the the 4 States meet at the same point in America. You can actually see that from the map of USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1LxZ1GmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/a642ijJPfY0/s1600-h/RT+%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312929321294434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1LxZ1GmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/a642ijJPfY0/s400/RT+%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am on 4 States at the same time! How are you able to do that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1MBZ1GnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CLdirRQQrKE/s1600-h/RT+%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312933616261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1MBZ1GnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/CLdirRQQrKE/s400/RT+%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fwah... Enchantment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09RZ1GfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nLpLzrbvm44/s1600-h/RT+%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312680213191154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09RZ1GfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nLpLzrbvm44/s400/RT+%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's where I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09RZ1GgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yqsn0FYlE7I/s1600-h/RT+%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312680213191170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09RZ1GgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yqsn0FYlE7I/s400/RT+%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09xZ1GhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sEdCvaTp1T8/s1600-h/RT+%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312688803125778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09xZ1GhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sEdCvaTp1T8/s400/RT+%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone with any bigger &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09xZ1GiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/INDLISdOrOg/s1600-h/RT+%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312688803125794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X09xZ1GiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/INDLISdOrOg/s400/RT+%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0-RZ1GjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6SEI2GJb2Uk/s1600-h/RT+%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312697393060402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0-RZ1GjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6SEI2GJb2Uk/s400/RT+%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the sun sets, we came to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/zion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zion National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Utah. Cutting through it, into the tunnels in between the mountains in order to get us to Nevada, and along the way meeting lots of wildlife animals in our path. No photos of those animals as it was too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0fxZ1GaI/AAAAAAAAATc/G9FfFRPq-5E/s1600-h/RT+%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312173407050146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0fxZ1GaI/AAAAAAAAATc/G9FfFRPq-5E/s400/RT+%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310266441570594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XywxZ1GSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Hkk99DVLhHQ/s400/RT+%5B22%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got to Nevada. Supposing to hit the E.T highway, but we were too tired to drive any farther. So, we decided to rest a day in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stratosphere&lt;/span&gt;, Las Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312177702017458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0gBZ1GbI/AAAAAAAAATk/EK3GEXHD25g/s400/RT+%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here we go again continuing our road trip. Ever heard of this place above? Yup, it exist, actually named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groom_Lake"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Groom Lake Air Force Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But there is no way to get into the base. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Highly top secret&lt;/span&gt;. Only can get to it on 2 dirt roads along the Extraterrestrial Highway. I am not too sure about the Alien projects or captured UFOs in there, but I kind of believe and staying skeptical at the same time. By the way you can actually get a satellite view of it from Google Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0gRZ1GcI/AAAAAAAAATs/F9LXwT76McE/s1600-h/RT+%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312181996984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0gRZ1GcI/AAAAAAAAATs/F9LXwT76McE/s400/RT+%5B12%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0gxZ1GdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2tnAIBtw_nk/s1600-h/RT+%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312190586919378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0gxZ1GdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2tnAIBtw_nk/s400/RT+%5B13%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh here is an Inn along the highway, &lt;a href="http://www.littlealeinn.com/Little_ALeInn/Home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little A'Le'Inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's like kind a tourist attraction. Many peepz that are driving nearby will sure to make a stop to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0hBZ1GeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xYIYKXq0yh4/s1600-h/RT+%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312194881886690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X0hBZ1GeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xYIYKXq0yh4/s400/RT+%5B14%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzohZ1GVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WOSafO43lso/s1600-h/RT+%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311224219277650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzohZ1GVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/WOSafO43lso/s400/RT+%5B15%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Along the E.T. highway there is this infamous "&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Atlantis/1545/blackmailboxhtml.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Mailbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". Yes, black. Well it used to be black. Read more about everything with my hyperlink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzoxZ1GWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hDWcTtSEwb8/s1600-h/RT+%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311228514244962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzoxZ1GWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hDWcTtSEwb8/s400/RT+%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much for all the thousand over miles of driving. Look up the ceiling of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fremont Street&lt;/span&gt; in Las Vegas. Some of you may find it familiar if you can remember the drama about gambling, 'The Unbeatable', starring Zoe Tay &amp;amp; Li Nan Xing. It's a series of display above you. Totally magnificent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzpBZ1GXI/AAAAAAAAATE/TiVkJllsDvE/s1600-h/RT+%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311232809212274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzpBZ1GXI/AAAAAAAAATE/TiVkJllsDvE/s400/RT+%5B17%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzpBZ1GYI/AAAAAAAAATM/ruu6-wJau8M/s1600-h/RT+%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311232809212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzpBZ1GYI/AAAAAAAAATM/ruu6-wJau8M/s400/RT+%5B18%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came across this artist on Fremont Street doing paintings. Can you believe he painted the piece above with just spray cans? Super cool. I bought his art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzpRZ1GZI/AAAAAAAAATU/Iw3sD9_Dx3w/s1600-h/RT+%5B19%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311237104179602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XzpRZ1GZI/AAAAAAAAATU/Iw3sD9_Dx3w/s400/RT+%5B19%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Million&lt;/span&gt; in cash of USD$100, if you guys have not seen it before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310275031505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XyxRZ1GUI/AAAAAAAAASs/VO-5bCVsxcw/s400/RT+%5B20%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310270736537906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XyxBZ1GTI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xp78V2COI0U/s400/RT+%5B21%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOMP&lt;/span&gt;, now showing at &lt;a href="http://www.planethollywoodresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Planet Hollywood Resort &amp;amp; Casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Las Vegas. Super awesome show. I wasn't really into it at first but I walked out of the theatre with a different opinion. Totally worth the ticket price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310266441570578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XywxZ1GRI/AAAAAAAAASU/kTMO0iAubTg/s400/RT+%5B23%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Going up? 108 levels in like 45 seconds? I can't remember what the elevator host mentioned when we get into the elevator, even though I had been up there like 4 times already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310253556668674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9XywBZ1GQI/AAAAAAAAASM/f5uz1goay9Q/s400/RT+%5B24%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Looking at The Strip from the Top of the World, Stratosphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6340101615202642305?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6340101615202642305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6340101615202642305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6340101615202642305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6340101615202642305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/02/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R9X1LRZ1GkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2tOd-Dy8OWE/s72-c/RT+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4932406701676914726</id><published>2008-02-07T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:37:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; to all Chinese out there and to those who celebrates it. Nothing much over here in the States. Second year spending my Chinese New Year already. As usual we will have our squadron's dinner function and before that we have the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Texas Hold'em Poker&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt; competition. Well, I took part in the Mahjong. Last year I came in 2nd place with $68 cash prize and top prize for the 3D draw with $425. This year's competitors are strong but I came in 1st with $118! Yeah, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Mahjong. Not a bad start of the new year for both years though. I drove the drunkards home after the dinner. Never joined the rest of the guys to the casino. I am leaving for my road trip tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4932406701676914726?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4932406701676914726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4932406701676914726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4932406701676914726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4932406701676914726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunar.html' title='Lunar'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-9117684034925080251</id><published>2008-02-05T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:04:27.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing In Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, Janurary 25, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tough weeks have past, enough of Las Vegas, time to return back to Phoenix. Since it's the very last day, I decided to take a peek around the shopping outlets. I got myself 2 sets of suit &amp;amp; a pair of shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.hugoboss.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUGO BOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Resisted myself and only window shopped for the rest of the stores. Oh it's getting late, better hurry back home because I still need to work tomorrow, to welcome the rest of the guys back from Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom... Zoom... Zoom... Cruising at 95 mph. Made passed Boulder City, Hoover Dam, Kingman, approaching Wikieup then Bang! Rear driver side tire blew, sending me spinning 360° off the highway US93 and into the rockslide beside the mountain side. I am still intact. It was dark &amp;amp; cold outside. Got out of the vehicle, but I see nothing. Reached for my phone to call for help as it seems impossible to drive my car out. No network. Finally found a spot to reach 911. Thank god. I called my best buddy too, to get him come pick me up from wherever I am at. The police, ambulance &amp;amp; the tow truck came. The medics told me that I was lucky because I would have flipped at that speed. (See, it's good to have low profile cars. Low CG, difficult to flip.) Anyway, I went back to work the next day morning. *yawnz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny that it's not vague. All seems so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car went into the Toyota workshop to do a final servicing &amp;amp; touchup before I put it up for sale. But, I never realised that even without advertising, I had already sold my car. Saved me the hassle of all the paperwork to put it up for sale. It's a hotcake. I still remember I already had people coming to ask me about the car when I was starting to own it. Anyway, I don't own it anymore now. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once broken, considered sold&lt;/span&gt;" Kinda hard for me to bear the feeling of losing it. Many ladies will miss it too. *sighz* What can I do? If only I can stay here forever... (minus all the little people around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166570676182785010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R7NYqATTG_I/AAAAAAAAARs/v-RR2ExGwZk/s320/Celica+GT+-+Engine+Bay+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166570195146447842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R7NYOATTG-I/AAAAAAAAARk/9rRc0w-yREw/s320/Celica+GT+-+Bazooka+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166570972535528450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R7NY7QTTHAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LhSW0lI1qmA/s320/Celica+GT+-+Exhaust.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166572905270811666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R7NarwTTHBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FNSTrs97X44/s400/Celica+GT+-+Night+Overview+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166569542311418834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R7NXoATTG9I/AAAAAAAAARc/0mLuUihEqn8/s400/Celica+GT+-+Overview+%5B4%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 June 2006 - 25 Janurary 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-9117684034925080251?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/9117684034925080251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=9117684034925080251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/9117684034925080251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/9117684034925080251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/02/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing In Disguise'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R7NYqATTG_I/AAAAAAAAARs/v-RR2ExGwZk/s72-c/Celica+GT+-+Engine+Bay+%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5347892777293104249</id><published>2008-02-04T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:02:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abracadabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Magician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/magician.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and wise - beyond what anyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;Deeply complex, you have the resources to connect to the spiritual and material world.&lt;br /&gt;You posses the knowledge to manipulate your life and the lives around you.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a great healing power, should you choose to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have unhidden powers that you have yet to tap into. &lt;br /&gt;Soon, you will better understand how to use your intellect and intuition. &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or now, you will discover how you can manipulate yourself and others for good.&lt;br /&gt;You are at the beginning of a path of spiritual enlightenment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5347892777293104249?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5347892777293104249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5347892777293104249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5347892777293104249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5347892777293104249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/02/abracadabra.html' title='Abracadabra'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-756814770746420126</id><published>2008-01-26T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:43:38.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>Welcome myself back to Arizona &amp;amp; hi to my "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one lives forever...&lt;/span&gt;" and my other online activities again. Lost touch of the Internet as I was away for 2 weeks in Las Vegas, Nevada due to work commitment. The Internet service provided by the hotel sucks and it cost like USD$12 for 24 hours. That's why I didn't even have the thought of bringing my laptop over, and moreover who the hell will stick to staying online in Las Vegas? Anyway I am back now, I will drop more post when I have the time again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-756814770746420126?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/756814770746420126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=756814770746420126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/756814770746420126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/756814770746420126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='. . . . . . . .'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6684192071696065061</id><published>2008-01-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:44:40.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I don't come out with any and I don't believe in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find people making New Year resolutions are just trying really hard to get something done. That's so impractical. I meant if you wanna do something then just do it. Stop giving excuses to cover yourself or what so ever. See the word itself is actually "Re-Solutions", meaning existing problems are not solved and people have to come up "another" way to go around it, rather than facing it. Duhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a New Year, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;. Glad that I survived for another year. Glad because I trashed my life to the max, not to say that I don't cherish my life but just that I am a risk taker. I love thrills. I have tried many ways of pumping my adrenaline and I am still looking for something that is able to scare the s*** out of my pants. Keep it up and we shall see how far can I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies... Almost 2 years in the States already. I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;! Seriously, I can stay here forever. I like everything here. The culture, people, government, environment &amp;amp; everything! You name it man. But somehow I have the urge of leaving this place due to my working environment... My group of people that I work with are not cooperating. To make things worst, I need to put up with a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Triceratops&lt;/span&gt;". I wonder how can anyone have more patience than me. That beast better don't blow my limits because if that ever happens, I might even think of going to the &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to get a bullet for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(close my eyes. inhales... exhales...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these time here, I will definitely return as a better man... Much better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6684192071696065061?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6684192071696065061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6684192071696065061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6684192071696065061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6684192071696065061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4400115213229333245</id><published>2008-01-01T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:10:26.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiteout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rr8dR90KI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z1CBw51kDJ8/s1600-h/Snowbowl+Trail+Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150688547736244386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rr8dR90KI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z1CBw51kDJ8/s320/Snowbowl+Trail+Map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year again! Get to slide again... Slide on snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150688680880230578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rsENR90LI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ySa0769_SCI/s400/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Here we are at &lt;a href="http://www.arizonasnowbowl.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arizona Snowbowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So many of us made our way up north (3 hours drive), but I am only with a small group, the rest are just like 'strangers on the street passing by' to me. Last year I did skiing, so this time round I am gonna be snowboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't enough of fun for us (Leon, Nicholas, Gary &amp;amp; me) as, by the time when we get our hands on our board, it's already mid-day and we need to do the return at 4.30pm. Un-cool... The good thing is that it was snowing. Snow flakes were falling everywhere. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-9°C&lt;/span&gt;) So we decided to stayed for another night up here in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flagstaff&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.travelodge.com/Travelodge/control/home"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Travelodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) to conquer the rest of the mountain trails tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150688990117875906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rsWNR90MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nuICktY7CHw/s400/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150689273585717458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rsmtR90NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/91blih_5T9I/s400/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150689445384409314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rswtR90OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vi2yIAcztYY/s400/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninjas on ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;. We got to our equipments early today. Did some warm up. As I get more familiarized with my board, off we went to the highest point of the mountain. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11,500 feet&lt;/span&gt; elevation. The Agassiz Triple Chairlift up was taking quite some time (about 20 minutes) but from the top to the bottom of the trail only takes me about 10 minutes to complete. *yawnz* Super awesome though, when I can get to high speed cruising through the snow. Managed to went through Spur Catwalk, Sundance, Logjam &amp;amp; Wild Turkey trails altogether. Did 2 runs on the highest trail and multiple runs on some intermediate trails. Of course we have our misses &amp;amp; tumbles in the snow but we know the right way to fall. The danger is there, one mistake and we could end up off the mountain edge, kind of scary to think of it now. Haha. Anyway we all came back home, one piece, safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150689642952904946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rs8NR90PI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F9OQEkjQHgg/s400/%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nicholas, Leon, Gary &amp;amp; Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150690033794928898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rtS9R90QI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FqqdS0HQtMU/s400/%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150690188413751570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rtb9R90RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PAQ0DI7B758/s400/%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All the way up &amp;amp; One way down...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150690446111789346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rtq9R90SI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0UhXlzTtdt0/s400/%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The signboard behind me says it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150690660860154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rt3dR90TI/AAAAAAAAARE/fBHppIxuIPo/s400/%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was really a great &amp;amp; fun experience. Most importantly is that you have the right kakis to do whatever things together. F***ed up people hanging out with you will only get you into f***ed situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150690665155121474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rt3tR90UI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ix_DP9-ziLw/s400/%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's me alright...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aefb2c219be0638f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daefb2c219be0638f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331353847%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DDB1E86510BA4D65F4781B1E828F3D9B433B7E5.25A91614BD127117AB3D86745DDF7F2A3ADF7962%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daefb2c219be0638f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqzj8v285Cv1YgiZZ3EqAwvNS0Zw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daefb2c219be0638f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331353847%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DDB1E86510BA4D65F4781B1E828F3D9B433B7E5.25A91614BD127117AB3D86745DDF7F2A3ADF7962%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daefb2c219be0638f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqzj8v285Cv1YgiZZ3EqAwvNS0Zw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaping into 2008...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4400115213229333245?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aefb2c219be0638f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4400115213229333245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4400115213229333245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4400115213229333245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4400115213229333245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/whiteout.html' title='Whiteout'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3rr8dR90KI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z1CBw51kDJ8/s72-c/Snowbowl+Trail+Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2677461001640014947</id><published>2007-12-25T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:58:34.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback No. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3RdAdR9z-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/aaZQD9mVZ0g/s1600-h/%5B0%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148842536432685026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3RdAdR9z-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/aaZQD9mVZ0g/s320/%5B0%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843739023527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3ReGdR90DI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2bHHcsVyWUE/s320/%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, I will do some updates of what &amp;amp; where I had went regarding Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 27, 2007 - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alaska, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148842643806867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3RdGtR9z_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7AiqagBICUs/s320/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;North Pole&lt;/span&gt;! The very top point of the World! And here is where Santa Claus is staying.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843047533793282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3RdeNR90AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/N493GW9QgwQ/s320/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843318116732946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3Rdt9R90BI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2qlKb8Ylteg/s320/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843477030522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3Rd3NR90CI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GOC0i0MtZrM/s320/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeding time for Rudolf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843970951761986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3ReT9R90EI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dTVGHwhamaA/s320/%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148844417628360786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3Ret9R90FI/AAAAAAAAAPU/n5USXZpVKi8/s320/%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Not to forget a bear hug from Mr. Polar himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148844791290515602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3RfDtR90JI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GWwCZedEXwQ/s320/%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As early as 4000 years BC, evergreen trees were used during winter solstice as a symbol of life, promising Spring's return. In the 7th century Saint Boniface, as English monk, was sent to Germany to spread the word of God. After spending a great deal of time in Thuringia, he chose to use the fir tree as an analogy of the Holy Trinity, with each corner of the tree's triangular shape representing the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Soon, the fir tree was regarded as God's tree. By the 17th century, the trees were displayed every Christmas to depict the everlasting hope of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148844525002543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3Re0NR90GI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zyx-vJfju18/s320/%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hiking on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gulkana Glacier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148844598016987250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3Re4dR90HI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ESiBmnr6H_Q/s320/%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148844696801235074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3Re-NR90II/AAAAAAAAAPs/Ez8wblb8Fo4/s320/%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way if Santa ever happens to read my blog, or if anybody had noticed, I had updated my new Wishlist. These are all the items I need to get before I go back. All are necessary to setup my ultimate home theatre system in my bedroom. Some are just gifts that I want to buy for myself as Birthday or Christmas presents, as I am always alone...&lt;br /&gt;← ← ←&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2677461001640014947?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2677461001640014947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2677461001640014947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2677461001640014947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2677461001640014947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/flashback-no-2.html' title='Flashback No. 2'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3RdAdR9z-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/aaZQD9mVZ0g/s72-c/%5B0%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6250418284648658046</id><published>2007-12-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:26:31.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbed</title><content type='html'>Winter's calling... It's freezing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... It's not very cold actually for Arizona. This is the most popular state where everybody from up North move down here to avoid the harsh Winter during the end of the year. Time to bring out the winter clothing. Erm... Again, there is actually not much of winter clothing that I have. I just need to thermal-fied myself and it's good enough to survive here. Even though the temperatures falls to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0°C&lt;/span&gt; at night, I wouldn't be staying outdoor most of the time by then. It was only until yesterday that I felt the winter is here because I was shivering when I stepped outdoor to have a smoke, during the Mahjong session break. It's quite a torture to have smoke in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mahjong again. Nothing else better than gathering with another 3 friends over a game of our favourite. I made "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;大三元&lt;/span&gt;". Complete set of 14 tiles altogether with "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;發&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;口&lt;/span&gt;". Total of 8 folds maximum. Lucky me, all my "good friends" never let me down. Win a total of USD$250. Yesterday was a good day for me in the poker game too. Starting I was down by USD$300, in the end I win everything back and plus a winning of USD$470.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring Sunday as usual... I called AC to see if he wants dinner, else I am going out for dinner alone. No way I am gonna feed on instant noodles again. We had a Vietnam style dinner and was still kinda early so he suggested bowling. Oh my god... I don't even know how to bowl. But still I went for it anyway. Just to kill time and it doesn't kills me by just throwing a few 12 pound-ers down the lane. We went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tri-City Bowling Center&lt;/span&gt;. Had a total of 6 games. Surprisingly I did quite well. Lolz. An average of 100 points and above for each game (so much for an amature). Seriously I don't bowl at all. Maybe I'm a fast learner. After all that my fingers were kind of swell &amp;amp; aching... Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147885407265738706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3D2gNR9z9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/K9iAdU_IQ5k/s320/Numb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are all my collections from all over the world. The 5 rings (It's such a hassle to go through the gates of the airlines that I fly). The fingers that I wear on my left &amp;amp; right hands are a balance. I got my 'mood ring' replaced with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COACH&lt;/span&gt; sterling silver and a thumb ring from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALDO&lt;/span&gt;. I will be getting one from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt; to add to my collection soon. Hanging on the wall is part of my weaponry collection. Don't think that they are only my palm size, all are life size weapons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6250418284648658046?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6250418284648658046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6250418284648658046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6250418284648658046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6250418284648658046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/numbed.html' title='Numbed'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R3D2gNR9z9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/K9iAdU_IQ5k/s72-c/Numb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5696104735216734870</id><published>2007-12-21T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:44:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka Seven</title><content type='html'>What a week... No, what a month actually. Started off with a Technical Data Violation [TDV] by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; personnel, then comes a Direct Safety Violation [DSV] by another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; personnel, then another JOAP error TDV by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;, and last but not least &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; more getting de-certified to their minimum qualification and the Record Of Verbal Warning [ROVW].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I see so many screw ups in a month contributed by our DCC flight. *sigh* They just keeps adding to the statistic. All are either getting corrective or punitive punishments from our flight chief and the management. As part of the flight, what I can do to help as much as possible is only to watch out for them when they are working. I don't know what is in their mind really. Not only those new rotation personnel that are making the mistakes, those that are going back in 3 months' time also adds to the statistic... With very senior people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must help &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angelo&lt;/span&gt; translate his message across to all.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R27_YtR9z8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OgFP_8l2Vv0/s1600-h/Uncle+Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147332224067948482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R27_YtR9z8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OgFP_8l2Vv0/s320/Uncle+Sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you choose to be posted here in America, you are given a choice, nobody forced you to come here. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And get this in your mind why are you here, what is your purpose. You are here because the aircraft are here, that's why work is priority.&lt;/span&gt; To generate healthy aircraft stats and successful missions daily without human factor related incident or accident. You guys don't come here because of Disneyland, Universal Studios, Hollywood, New York, Las Vegas, etc. Majority of the people here don't have the right mindset. Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays here are confirm day-off. Whereas, back in SG, you have got tonnes of appointments and duties to catch up with. On top of that you are actually getting an extra allowance. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you can't hack the work tempo and not up to the standards&lt;/span&gt;, you should be doing more self developing or if not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pack your stuffs and go back SG!&lt;/span&gt; Don't be a B********h that just do the task without knowing what is the rationale, get your basics right and understand the system. Then you will never go wrong or put other people's life at risk when working with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work is done you can all relax and do whatever you want, nobody will bother you, this is a Land of Freedom. But everyday I see people surfing the Internet for maps to go tour, booking hotels &amp;amp; online shopping for good deals during operation hours. These people are always hogging on to the computer terminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowledge is Power&lt;/span&gt;" I came out with this phrase myself, even before I heard it, when I was an On-Job-Trainee [OJT]. I philosophized this and take every opportunities to improve myself all the time. I look at every occurrences in life as a learning phase. I remembered also once, my instructor told me that I must start working as 1 rank higher on every promotion. If you are not yearning for your next higher rank than stay dull and work within your job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I joined the Air Force, I had been hearing alot of inspiring speeches given by many leaders. Some are only logical in words but not actions. Whereas some, talks practical. One of them is Angelo. I had been hearing him since I am an OJT in Aerosystem Flight [AEF]. Many find him fearful, but I find him approachable. He is just a funny old man. I don't meant funny as in nonsense or what, it's just that it's fun to work with him. This is one of his favourite quote: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mangkali Gan lah&lt;/span&gt;". Same goes for Derek Ng, who is coming to join us here soon. These people are the best to work with because they know what is happening and most importantly they are practical people. They help to improve the working environment by being a pests buster in the Squadron...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5696104735216734870?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5696104735216734870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5696104735216734870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5696104735216734870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5696104735216734870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/eureka-seven.html' title='Eureka Seven'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R27_YtR9z8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OgFP_8l2Vv0/s72-c/Uncle+Sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1185871228480314870</id><published>2007-12-16T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:31:16.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My second &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; in the States and its coming early this year. Due to operations &amp;amp; renovations going on in the Squadron. We need to do the celebration earlier. This time it's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3-in-1&lt;/span&gt; combination of Thanksgiving, Deepavali &amp;amp; Christmas celebration. The theme is still Christmas, only the variety of food comes in for the 3-in-1 thingy. As a small part of the committee, I did some minor backstage assistance to get the function going. Didn't managed to do the setup because I need to go Toyota to pick up my car. Sorry guys... But I stayed to clear everything until we locked up the clubhouse though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145392505167925090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gbONR9z2I/AAAAAAAAANc/HMLMjgGLt5E/s320/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Borat" did a special guest appearance on the event, all the way from the Glorious Nation Of Kazakhstan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145392668376682354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gbXtR9z3I/AAAAAAAAANk/P33xQAcA0hc/s320/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;SYK, CKM, me, TYH, Philip, Eric&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SCH, Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145392797225701250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gbfNR9z4I/AAAAAAAAANs/38qvuJnefrw/s320/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Scrooge came to wreck the X'mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145392964729425810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gbo9R9z5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/K5oSKIREm_c/s320/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When you see Santa's ride, you know he is near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145393239607332770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gb49R9z6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/nTiXU6Ba2Es/s320/%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course not forgetting Santa Claus~! I was giving him the "knuckles" and he returned with a "finger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145393462945632178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gcF9R9z7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/LRHoyESKjCY/s320/%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kids meeting Santa &amp;amp; receiving presents are the happiest... My memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a smooth Christmas for the committees as there were many setbacks and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Situation Awareness&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SA&lt;/span&gt;) issues. Regardless, we had the event over without casualties I guess. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was over, it's Mahjong session again. This time was with John, Shirley &amp;amp; Yam. Argh! More than 10 years of experience in this game and I actually made a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;炸胡&lt;/span&gt;". Oh my... I can't even remember when was the last time I did such error. My mind was somehow not right. Played 3 games total and I was holding "东风" all the way. I had been holding on to it since 2 weeks ago. This is the 10th or 11th consecutive "东风" I think. Haha, and they call me the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. 东&lt;/span&gt;". Till the end of the day I lost USD$130. If not for that fatal mistake, I would have break even somehow. Damned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1185871228480314870?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1185871228480314870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1185871228480314870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1185871228480314870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1185871228480314870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-2007.html' title='X&apos;mas 2007'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R2gbONR9z2I/AAAAAAAAANc/HMLMjgGLt5E/s72-c/%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8208890694161832524</id><published>2007-12-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:10:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Players</title><content type='html'>24 hours a day are not enough for me, if only I don't need to sleep, I can get many things done. I find sleeping a waste of time... I keep fighting the "Z-monster" with caffeine but eventually I got knocked out in front of my laptop. Some people just like to sleep their life away, whereas I think that when you are finally lying in that coffin of yours, you can "sleep" forever till the end of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for not updating my blog recently. Had been working in the morning shift for the past 3 weeks. Time is not on my side. I hate 8 to 5. It's tough for you to run errands as when I am done working, most of the places I need to go are already closing. All the time is wasted at work. Rushing here and there, skipping lunch during break time to get my car and the Christmas function preparations done for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much in the recent week. Work, work, work... Weekends are all about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't been interacting with my buddy lately. Seems that now I am a member among YSK's players list. I love Mahjong. It's a game of wits (of course luck involved) with a combination of 14 tiles and there are so many winning hands you can make out of it. I like strategic games (not only Mahjong). Work with your mind often and you wouldn't be much of an idiot or moron. Everybody have got their ups &amp;amp; downs. I am feeling lucky recently, had been winning most of the time, winning hundreds, losing tenths. I hope this streak keeps up, at least I have something to look forward to in my life... Added USD$210 to my winnings today at YSK's house, with Kenneth, Yam &amp;amp; YSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8208890694161832524?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8208890694161832524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8208890694161832524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8208890694161832524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8208890694161832524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-players.html' title='4 Players'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6179560178489108368</id><published>2007-12-06T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:50:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Utterly disappointed... I missed my interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before... You gain some, you lose some... Life is a balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mono Monday. Nothing much. Until OAH came to us DCC to check if any of our guys are on day-off or local leave these 2 days. I smell something fishy. We made him confessed. He was actually looking for someone who can be a "tour guide".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He have got this friend's (Singaporean) daughter (born in USA), Adeline, who came here to study and she have a friend, Jerilyn, that came from Singapore to visit her. So the girls decided to go around Arizona for shopping &amp;amp; fun, stuffs like that. Adeline told OAH about it, then he asked how are they gonna move around, as both of them don't have any driving license yet. They initially planned to go around in a taxi. Taxi is kinda hard to get here and its freaking expensive. Just to travel from the airport to my place already cost about USD$50. And the distance is not even from like Changi to Woodlands, its shorter... Don't ever or even rely on public transports here. No car = Handicapped (No kah). But of course if you are in San Francisco or New York, you will be able to do just fine with the subways. So, OAH is kind enough to help them out by asking if anybody is willing to take them around the city or something, rather then to spend the money on taxi. (By the way, $$$ is not an issue to them as they are too well-to-do) He is looking for a single guy, sociable, not too old (the girls are only like 18 or 19)and well-verse about the entertainment places around here to be their "tour guide". It doesn't take him long to have me as the person in mind regarding the above criteria. Straight after confirming that I am the one, my supervisors got me to apply leave for tomorrow's event. It's so funny... What kind of deal is this? I meant I only said "Well, I don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment set, 10:00 AM, &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=102"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sheraton Crescent Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lobby. Met up with the 2 ladies and off shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.fashionsquare.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scottsdale Fashion Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I did some serious damage to myself. Duhz. I am bringing the girls for shopping, not me shopping instead?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141918228344806866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1vDYriZHdI/AAAAAAAAANM/_wx0UiqUo1A/s320/Kenneth+Cole.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennethcole.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kenneth Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Watch, Shoes &amp;amp; Wallet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141918602006961634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1vDubiZHeI/AAAAAAAAANU/3lW5B8ysU2A/s320/Louis+Vuitton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.louisvuitton.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Key pouch &amp;amp; Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch we head for &lt;a href="http://www.tempemarketplace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tempe Marketplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Surprisingly I didn't know about this place until yesterday. It's a new area, many shops are still not open yet. Cool venue, I found a new shopping heaven. So much for shopping... Up north we went as I arranged the girls for horse riding at the Cave Creek Recreational Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it all planned. To drop them off and back to Luke Air Force Base for my interview. Tough shit... Traffic jam. To add matter worst, there are constructions along I-17 Highway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cellphone *rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello, where are you? You coming back for the interview?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm driving... Loop-101... Serious jam..."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know it's at 4:00PM? How much longer do you think you can make it back?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know... Caught in between cars, what can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe they can postpone the thing. I will check it out. Don't bother to come back then."&lt;br /&gt;"..............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Somehow, I didn't make it back for the interview... *Sigh* I gave the others a chance. Damned. If only I had went in, 99% chances are that I would have beat them all... Still can't get over it. Damned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got out of the jam and went back for the girls. It was about only an hour of horse riding through the mountains and the plains. They enjoyed it though. It looks interesting actually. Maybe I will try it out some other time. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at an Italian restaurant. Didn't get the name of it but the service and the ambiance in the restaurant was great. Food was fabulous. Next stop was &lt;a href="http://www.glendaleaz.com/events/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glendale Glitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it's actually some lights display at the central of Glendale City. As Christmas is around the corner, the Christmas decorations are up everywhere. It was a beautiful night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired... After a day of events... Lastly we hit &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They are getting some of their necessities while I get some of mine too. We had a wonderful day and we enjoyed each other's company. It's actually kinda fun hanging out with younger people sometimes, it brings out the kid in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I was, being a "tour guide", driving them around with my silly car (Celica)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are cars that get you from point A to point B. Then there are cars that get you from point A to point B really fast. Well, mine is the second option and it's not much of a luxurious ride. Sorry girls. Some people may like fast cars, whereas some keep themselves within the speed limit. I like to go beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerilyn is leaving for Los Angeles, California today with her uncle to meet up with some Hollywood director or something. And she left her 'Blackberry' cellphone cover in my car. It's actually somehow dear to her so she is looking forward of getting the cover back. Well, I guess I will just hold on to it for now. Until then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: No photos because all were taken using Jerilyn's camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6179560178489108368?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6179560178489108368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6179560178489108368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6179560178489108368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6179560178489108368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-puff.html' title='Transporter'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1vDYriZHdI/AAAAAAAAANM/_wx0UiqUo1A/s72-c/Kenneth+Cole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4485234286741805880</id><published>2007-11-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:44:07.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks-For-Giving</title><content type='html'>It was a short week. Yeah~! Thanks to → &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;, or Thanksgiving Day, is a traditional North American holiday to give thanks for the things that one has at the conclusion of the harvest season. Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November in the United States and on the second Monday of October in Canada. Only 3 days of work and I am off to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nevada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138855736274132354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1DiELiZHYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F3xyj26CAvo/s320/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jeffrey, KKK, TCH, Fabian, Lili, Jena &amp;amp; me set off on early Thursday morning. It's about 290 miles of driving from our place. "Short drive" for me actually, but the duration of the journey will be dependent on who is the driver... I wasn't driving, I was only giving directions and sleeping throughout. I forgotten how many times I had been up to Las Vegas. Whenever there is a long weekend, some of us singles will drive up there to dine &amp;amp; party. "Short drive" anyway. We stopped over at &lt;a href="http://www.ihop.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;International House Of Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.ihop.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] for breakfast. Most of us were cold &amp;amp; hungry... Moved on from there to reach &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoover Dam&lt;/span&gt; for some photo shots. (To those that had watched Transformers the movie, this is where Megatron was kept frozen.) Moved off from there to Las Vegas for lunch. From there after, its time to hit The Strip! (Don't get the idea of taking off clothes or something like that. The Strip is a street, where many of the largest hotel, casino and resort properties in the world are located on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138855908072824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1DiOLiZHZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v9Dno91wnAo/s320/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's Jena's 21st Birthday~! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; You are an adult now. Live free, play hard. Surprisingly no celebrations went on. No parties, no nothing... I bought her a little present from COACH. Hope she likes it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We covered ½ of The Strip on the first day. Totally burnt out after much walking and showing all the guys around places of interests... It's Black Friday. Can't sleep. Shopping outlets open at midnight. Great sales are all over. This is the only time of the year where you can see how 'kiasu' Americans are. There were queues everywhere waiting for the stores to open in the freezing winter night... I went to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COACH&lt;/span&gt; outlet, surprisingly I managed to get in as the first few of the queue. Got myself and friends who passed me their shopping list quite alot of good deals. Swiped USD$1000+ from my card in COACH. Went through Polo Ralph Lauren, Kenneth Cole, Oakley, Calvin Klein, GUESS and etc. Nothing much from them anyway... It was 5am when we decided to head back for rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138857626059742658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1DjyLiZHcI/AAAAAAAAANE/XAs8nKqk7IA/s320/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are at the Top Of The World [Stratosphere]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planned to get up to the &lt;a href="http://www.stratospherehotel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stratosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some rides and sight-seeing on the second day. Totally disastrous. Ended up on the tables at the casino. I was only using a hundred bucks to kill time while waiting for the rest of the guys to come meet up with me. Yes, they came but they ended up on the tables themselves. So somehow everybody was waiting for each other to get up and away from the tables. Wait... Wait... Wait... Until Lili &amp;amp; Jena had enough and decided to go back first. Till then I was winning like USD$6000 from Blackjack. I took more than half of the dealer's chip from the table. It was abit crazy. First time ever, I win so much. The floor managers were all coming to me for services... Wait... Wait... Wait... Till I lost everything and on top of that another USD$1600... Duhz. Finally after I lost that amount then they decided to leave. Damned. Why can't they leave earlier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Day 3. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.frys.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fry's Electronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some shopping. Much sales were still going on, Jena bought her laptop. Hit back to Stratosphere. A few of us went up to the top of the tower, 109 storeys high. I took all of the rides up there together with Jena and TCH. It was fun but not enough to thrill me. After we came down, I showed Jena, TCH &amp;amp; Jeffrey around some other casinos &amp;amp; hotels while the rest of them stayed to have their 'revenge' on the casino. After I got back from the other ½ of The Strip for sight-seeing, its my turn for 'revenge'. Need to get back my losses the previous day. After much considerations of what table to play, Jena told me to try out the 3rd table on my right. I went ahead with it. Used USD$200. 4 hands. Got everything back. 200... 400... 800... 1600... Bingo! Played slow after that, just 15 minutes, I am having USD$2250 of chips in front of me. Tipped the dealer and we went off... Revenge is sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138856170065829298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1DidbiZHbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2gDK8TR0xl8/s320/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4. Checked out in the morning. Went for dim-sum in Chinatown then to &lt;a href="http://www.luxor.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luxor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more photo sessions. Back to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arizona&lt;/span&gt;. On the way, I fell asleep, Jeffrey made a wrong turn, we almost went up to the Grand Canyons. I was alarmed when I opened my eyes. Quickly changed driver and I stepped 110 mph back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4485234286741805880?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4485234286741805880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4485234286741805880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4485234286741805880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4485234286741805880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-for-giving.html' title='Thanks-For-Giving'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R1DiELiZHYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F3xyj26CAvo/s72-c/%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7467478928790257613</id><published>2007-11-20T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:14:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lapse</title><content type='html'>About weeks since my last post... Nothing much anyway. Daily routine just goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just take down these few lucky moments of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 17th, last Saturday I was invited by one of my colleagues, TKP, to his daughter's 2 years old birthday party. I had forgotten what's her name, sorry. And I don't want to mention any names wrongly in this case. (I will edit this when I get my facts right.) She is a real sweetie. I like children alot. They are naive &amp;amp; pure. Looking at their smiles and hearing their laughter brings my mind away from all the stress that I am having. They represent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of guys over here will host parties or BBQ sessions once in awhile just for the gathering of friends, other than just getting to meet up only in the work place. Most couples choose to reside in houses because of the spacious environment they need to setup a family. Whereas just a private apartment is ample for single people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many were present at the party. Me and LHB were early so we assisted in the setup of the bouncing air castle on the backyard of the house for the children to play. A few of us decided to have a few games of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Texas Hold'em&lt;/span&gt; while hanging around when the cake-cutting was over. I won USD$110 from it. Not bad. Finally, after so much losses. It was still early when the whole party was over so YSK invited me over his house for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;. I am his usual Mahjong player. I love the game alot. So many combinations you can make out of 14 tiles to win. I like to involve in games that requires much thinking. It enhances my reflexes on my brain. Most of my hands were awesome. It's the first time in my life that I win so much from a Mahjong game. USD$740. Sole winner out of the players. One of the guy's chips was almost empty at the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day for me. Muahahahaha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7467478928790257613?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7467478928790257613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7467478928790257613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7467478928790257613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7467478928790257613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/11/memory-lapse.html' title='Memory Lapse'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2379409609916784741</id><published>2007-11-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:48:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xsWNsYlEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y8A6Z-UHQSg/s1600-h/%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137600403811636290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xsWNsYlEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y8A6Z-UHQSg/s320/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my movements around Japan and just an itinerary guide for those who wish to visit Tokyo. It's quite a challenge to move around using Tokyo's subway &amp;amp; railway system. You will understand why when you see the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 31, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narita Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.limousinebus.co.jp/global.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Airport Limousine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; → Taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princess-garden.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Princess Garden Meguro Hotel Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.princess-garden.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ホテルプリンセスガーデン&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tokyo Metro Subway &amp;amp; Railway&lt;br /&gt;Meguro → Azabu-jūban → Roppongi [目黒 → 麻布十番 → 六本木]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - &lt;a href="http://www.tenkaippin.co.jp/pcindex.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tenkaippin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.tenkaippin.co.jp/pcindex.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;天下一品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Visited Hard Rock Cafe, Tokyo and chill out at IBEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7FndsYkqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5BzJyYiaWJ0/s1600-h/%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133757907025302178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7FndsYkqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5BzJyYiaWJ0/s200/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133760892027572914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7IVNsYkrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8Lv6tVpaeGw/s200/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, September 1, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meguro → Tameike-Sannō → Tokyo [目黒 → 溜池山王 → 東京]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins walk to Kōkyo [皇居] - Residence of Japan's Imperial Family - Meganebashi Bridge (Eyeless Bridge) - Tokugawa Shogun (1603 - 1867)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tokyo → Ōtemachi → Onarimon [東京 → 大手町 → 御成門]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins walk to &lt;a href="http://www.tokyotower.co.jp/333/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tokyo Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.tokyotower.co.jp/333/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;東京タワー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] &amp;amp; along the way will passby &lt;a href="http://www.zojoji.or.jp/en/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zōjō-ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.zojoji.or.jp/en/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;三縁山増上寺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7ND9sYkuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1OvdcOlnF34/s1600-h/%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133766093232968418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7ND9sYkuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1OvdcOlnF34/s320/%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133764392425919186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7Lg9sYktI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7r3nP1kap8Q/s320/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Onarimon → Hibiya → Omotesandō → Shibuya [御成門 → 日比谷駅 → 表参道 → 渋谷]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hachiko Exit (Massive pedestrians crossing) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7WgdsYkxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rZY-JrBMSCc/s1600-h/%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping - Center Gai, &lt;a href="http://www.shibuya109.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shibuya 109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Tokyu &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7W89sYkyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4bWiqs9Lc9k/s1600-h/%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133776968090161954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7W89sYkyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4bWiqs9Lc9k/s320/%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7Vh9sYkvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-WegLPsdgwA/s1600-h/%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133775404722066162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7Vh9sYkvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-WegLPsdgwA/s200/%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch - Curry House Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shibuya → Akasaka-mitsuke → Shinjuku [渋谷 → 赤坂見附 → 新宿]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping - Takashimaya, Isetan and bought a coat at &lt;a href="http://www.uniqlo.com/jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNIQLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Udon &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7YWNsYk1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/JLOGVBoid3c/s1600-h/%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133778501393486674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7YWNsYk1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/JLOGVBoid3c/s320/%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133777431946629938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rz7XX9sYkzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NcKWG_pyLU0/s320/%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Clubbing at Roppongi [六本木] - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;911 Black&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.gaspanic.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GASPANIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, September 2, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meguro → Tameike-Sannō → Meiji-jingūmae [目黒 → 溜池山王 → 明治神宮前]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xh0dsYk2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/9GNLgwED0g0/s1600-h/%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137588828874773346" style="CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xh0dsYk2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/9GNLgwED0g0/s320/%5B11%5D.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xiVNsYk3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/14Hm3Zg49CQ/s1600-h/%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137589391515489138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xiVNsYk3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/14Hm3Zg49CQ/s320/%5B12%5D.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harajuku [原宿] - 1km shopping street, Omotesandō [表参道] - &lt;a href="http://www.kiddyland.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kiddy Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;Takeshita Dori - 400m narrow shopping street&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy Town&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Tempura&lt;br /&gt;Harajuku Railway Station - Cosplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xiwdsYk4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/9WZ9u5WglN4/s1600-h/%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137589859666924418" style="CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xiwdsYk4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/9WZ9u5WglN4/s320/%5B13%5D.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meijijingu.or.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meiji-jingū&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.meijijingu.or.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;明治神宮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] - The Shinto shrine dedicated to the divine souls of Emperor Meiji and his consort, Empress Shoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meiji-jingūmae → Omotesandō → Ginza [明治神宮前 → 表参道 → 銀座]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginza [銀座] - Famous upmarket shopping, dining and entertainment distric. 1m² of land ≥ USD$100,000.&lt;br /&gt;Chuo Dori - Street closed to become a large pedestrian zone. (Weekends, April - September)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ginza → Shibuya [銀座 → 渋谷]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Soba &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137590701480514466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xjhdsYk6I/AAAAAAAAALM/ZOurcRkedOw/s320/%5B14%5D.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping - T-shirts @ &lt;a href="http://www.jeansmate.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeans Mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, coat @ &lt;a href="http://www.zenmall.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zenmall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Hotel Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, September 3, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xm7NsYk7I/AAAAAAAAALU/wXmWd2JzrjE/s1600-h/%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137594442397029298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xm7NsYk7I/AAAAAAAAALU/wXmWd2JzrjE/s320/%5B15%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meguro → Tameike-Sannō → Suehirochō [目黒 → 溜池山王 → 末広町]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Japanese-Italian style&lt;br /&gt;Akihabara Electric Town - Electronics shops, Duty free, Manga, Anime &amp;amp; Games, Souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suehirochō → Asakusa [末広町 → 浅草]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xnL9sYk8I/AAAAAAAAALc/gWTQveYCN3g/s1600-h/%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137594730159838146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xnL9sYk8I/AAAAAAAAALc/gWTQveYCN3g/s320/%5B16%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensō-ji [金龍山浅草寺] - Tokyo's oldest temple, and one of its most significant. Dominating the entrance to the temple is the Kaminarimon [カミナリモン・雷門]. This imposing Buddhist structure features a massive paper lantern dramatically painted in vivid red-and-black tones to suggest thunderclouds and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;Nakamise Shopping Street - 250m from Kaminarimon [カミナリモン・雷門] - Food &amp;amp; Souvenirs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shin-Nakamise Shopping Street - Perpendicular to Nakamise Shopping Street&lt;br /&gt;Jinrikisha - Rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asahibeer.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asahi Beer Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asakusa → Ginza [浅草 → 銀座]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137594923433366482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xnXNsYk9I/AAAAAAAAALk/NozDgK0qTZM/s320/%5B17%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Kobe Beef (Sukiyaki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, September 4, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-out Princess Garden Meguro Hotel Tokyo [ホテルプリンセスガーデン] &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xp5NsYk-I/AAAAAAAAALs/Fgylkg9Pe2c/s1600-h/%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137597706572174306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xp5NsYk-I/AAAAAAAAALs/Fgylkg9Pe2c/s320/%5B18%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meguro → Yokohama → Shin-Yokohama [目黒 → 横浜 → 新横浜]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raumen.co.jp/home/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shinyokohama Raumen Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.raumen.co.jp/home/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;新横浜ラーメン博物館&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Ramen &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137597891255768050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xqD9sYk_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/OL6yI6DbCuk/s320/%5B19%5D.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shin-Yokohama → Yokohama → Motomachi-Chūkagai [新横浜 → 横浜 → 元町・中華街]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yokohama Chinatown [横浜中華街]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Motomachi-Chūkagai → Yokohama → Odawara → Hakone-Yumoto [元町・中華街 → 横浜 → 小田原 → 箱根湯本]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137598183313544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xqU9sYlAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fRlb7OLFIE/s320/%5B20%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-in &lt;a href="http://www.hienkaku.com/yoyaku.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hienkaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://www.hienkaku.com/yoyaku.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ご予約&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] - Between roots of Mt. Yusaka &amp;amp; Sugumo River, in the middle of Takidori-Onesengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xqh9sYlBI/AAAAAAAAAME/4ITr59FxCyg/s1600-h/%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137598406651843602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xqh9sYlBI/AAAAAAAAAME/4ITr59FxCyg/s320/%5B21%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner - Complementry from the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137598737364325410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xq1NsYlCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FPk1xFOQJk8/s320/%5B22%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot spring bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, September 5, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Complementry from the hotel&lt;br /&gt;Check-out Hienkaku [&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ご予約&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hakone-Yumoto → Odawara → Shinagawa → Meguro [箱根湯本 → 小田原 → 品川 → 目黒]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up luggages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meguro → Tameike-Sannō → Asakusa → Taxi [目黒 → 溜池山王 → 浅草]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skyc.jp/hotel/asakusa/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hotel Sky Court Asakusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a class="text14" href="http://www.skyc.jp/hotel/asakusa/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ホテルスカイコート浅草&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Unagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asakusa → Ginza [浅草 → 銀座]&lt;br /&gt;Ginza → Suehirochō [銀座 → 末広町]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laox.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.laox.co.jp/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ラオックス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] - Souvenirs, Duty free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suehirochō → Ginza [末広町 → 銀座]&lt;br /&gt;Ginza → Asakusa [銀座 → 浅草]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, September 6, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-out Hotel Sky Court Asakusa [ホテルスカイコート浅草]&lt;br /&gt;Taxi → &lt;a href="http://www.tcat-hakozaki.co.jp/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tokyo City Air Terminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; → Narita Airport&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137600051624318002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xsBtsYlDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hISFTnn_sT8/s320/%5B23%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast - Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: As some of you guys might already know from all my previous posts, most of my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; have hyperlink to the related websites.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2379409609916784741?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2379409609916784741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2379409609916784741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2379409609916784741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2379409609916784741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/11/flashback-1.html' title='Flashback No. 1'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/R0xsWNsYlEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y8A6Z-UHQSg/s72-c/%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6369390463350102670</id><published>2007-11-12T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:14:11.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Zone</title><content type='html'>Came back home from OCY's place after a poker game with the usual group of guys, at around 3.30am. Lost $110. I had forgotten when was my last win. Shut myself down around 5.37am. I need to rest before the sunrise, I can't stand the sight of it... Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out from my bed when I saw the clock beside my bed displaying 11.08am. I am late for work. Immediately I look for my cellphone to see if there are any missed calls. None? Then I came to my senses that it's a Saturday. Down my head goes into the pillow again... Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally dragged myself out of the bed at 5.12pm. *yawnz* Still feels like sleeping but I can't be sleeping the whole day, I need something to eat. Washed up myself and stirred up something simple in the kitchen for consumption. Nothing coming from my cellphone, nothing from the MSN messenger... What a boring Saturday... I forgotten how did I ended up in the bed again at around 11.00pm. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Opened my eyes to see the time is 5.50am. Hungry. Got up for breakfast at home. While waiting for some applications to run on my laptop, I knocked out again... 11.15am is the time that I stayed awake until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am dying soon. I sleep way too much on the weekends. Maybe it is just to compensate the boost of energy that I have on the weekdays during work. I don't have regular meals and all of them are unhealthy. I am tired... Really tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6369390463350102670?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6369390463350102670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6369390463350102670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6369390463350102670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6369390463350102670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/11/twilight-zone.html' title='Twilight Zone'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3293148232532095224</id><published>2007-11-09T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:57:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><content type='html'>Finally tomorrow is Friday. It is a tiring week of work. TYH is on leave and I am being appointed to take up the role of him as assistant W5 as AC is still running the shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that when you are in a different level, you will look at things differently. It is so easy to be just a worker because you just do what your supervisor tells you to do. Whereas, the supervisor needs to do planning and coordination on top of what that are needed to be done as a worker because of the limited manpower we have. As you are given certain appointment, you are given responsibility as well. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With great powers, comes great responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;." That is so true. And I find that in order to get a group of people running in good shape, we either have a good supervisor or we have good workers, of course it's best if we can have them both. Good supervisor ensures that job are well delegated and produces what the management wants timely and accurately. If you have a few good workers, they will do some of the minor plannings for you, help you forecast a day ahead and get things done automatically, thus giving you a great help. If all your workers are f***ed then you will have to come down to micro-managing. It's a waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my inspection today, I found something amiss on the aircraft. Fated. Much praises were given by the management for my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vigilance&lt;/span&gt; but those praises were given at the expenses of others. I felt bad. I am also being put up for some awards by the management. As I mentioned before, you gain some, you will lose some... I know what I have lost, but it's OK because it doesn't make any difference to the circle of friends that I have now. It's a complicated environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from Sandra that she had won something &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; in a contest. Didn't think that she will go for that contest. Haha. Anyway, congratulations! I will be back on your big day to see you drive your new Subaru. Did you prepare an invitation card for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/309975/1/.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/309975/1/.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3293148232532095224?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3293148232532095224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3293148232532095224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3293148232532095224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3293148232532095224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/11/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6306423465137655349</id><published>2007-11-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:39:27.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance &amp; Choice</title><content type='html'>If I have a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is somehow fair in the creation of humans. No one is perfect. Everybody have their own flaws. Either you have physical flaws, character flaws or that your life is bad... I believed that the moment you are born into this world, your whole life is already path-ed. What is going to happen, unavoidable situations, how much wealth &amp;amp; happiness, disasters or illness bestow upon you and until the day you end your life are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;designated&lt;/span&gt;... Of course some of these destination can somehow changes with the good or bad karma you contributes throughout your lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rather have physical flaws because with the current technology, all physical attributes can be altered accordingly... So don't bother envy those that may look perfect. They will still have their ugly side of their life... Take a look on the bright side for those that thinks their life sucks. It's a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place. At the right time, that's chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being caught up in a moment is not a choice. That's also a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is what happens afterwards….When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling. If you decide to love a person, even with his/her faults, that's not a chance. That's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that's choice. Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that lasts is truly a choice…… A choice that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding soul mates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this:&lt;br /&gt;"Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen." I do believe that soul mates do exist. That there is truly someone made for you. But it's still up to you to make the choice. We may meet our soul mates by chance, but loving and staying with our soul mate is still a choice we have to make. We came to the world not by finding someone perfect to love... but to learn how to love an imperfect person perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not had any chance of coming across any person for me to make that choice yet... It's only just a drop of my thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6306423465137655349?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6306423465137655349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6306423465137655349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6306423465137655349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6306423465137655349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/11/chance-choice.html' title='Chance &amp; Choice'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8105023753482676532</id><published>2007-10-29T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:51:00.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Kit-Kat</title><content type='html'>I am feeling super lethargic today. Kept myself on the bed as long as possible with my pillow over my head, disregarding the sunlight that was peeping through my window blinds. Lazy Sunday. Don't feel like doing anything, just want to keep my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hibernation&lt;/span&gt; mode. Why do I always get this feeling on Sunday? Argh... Luckily I am getting a day off tomorrow. I can put my house chores till tomorrow then. I need a break. But I did laundry and ironed my uniform as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorting out tonnes of files in my laptop. Editing photos, moving them, renaming those unsorted, defragmenting, doing system clearing. I was at it for the whole day... Went into my email accounts to clear old mails that I kept for memories. I need to put everything behind and have a new start. Hmm... What for do I still keep those things from my ex? I believed that they had already trashed my stuffs into the bin the very instance they broke up with me. Anyway, I only read through once and upon finishing, there it goes into the recycle bin. Silly me, I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event of doing all that, I got a message from my cousin, Catherine, through the MSN. Just usual chat on updating each other. Suddenly she asked me if I am still single. Hmm... I knew something was fishy... She said she wanna introduce a girl to me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;. Lolz! Knowing her for so long, never did she have this kind of opportunity for me, then all of a sudden now... I can't stop laughing to myself when I was chatting with her on that topic. I asked why. She told me that because she feels that Stephanie is a good girl and good girl should goes with good guy. My immediate respond was "Good girls are all taken up or either extinct". That's my fact. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mine&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to emphasis this is purely my fact only because I don't want people to base on what I say to get offended. Previously, I had a girl friend debating over this with me and we ended up not friends anymore. (she is a bit off her mind anyway) What I feel is that girls are getting more intelligent nowadays. (with the characteristic of increased human intellect on my previous post; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Blog Name&lt;/span&gt;) Maybe there are a few out there who are still pure at heart, 0.001% of the population? Population = Females, around my age that are still single. You do the math and what's left? Actually I know a lot of good girls but as I said they are all taken up. They are just my friends, I hear them complaining about their partner at times. Some guys are just jerks. They don't know how to appreciate what is there in front of them. I keep seeing all the jerks getting all the good girls. Those jerks keep stomping the girls at their feet and they just keep holding on. I really can't understand why girls crave for jerks. I keep telling myself that I am not going to get so committed in the next relationship, I wanna be a jerk but somehow or rather I dived into it again. Time and time again I keep committing the same mistakes. I believe that girls aren't meant to be ill treated and I give them the best I can when I love them. People don't treasures what they have until they lost them, thus I am always being taken for granted. Putting it all in deeply and when it turns out nothing, I am always the one salvaging &amp;amp; getting hurt. I feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127074062165290930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycGsfR7L7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5JcRgaSb3Jk/s320/EMO+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls? They will come automatically when I cash them out. I am not degrading them. Girls out there please think thoroughly and ask yourself how much you love your current partner? How much percentage is true love and how much percentage is love bought? During marriage, you swear to go through thick &amp;amp; thin, poverty or whatever whatever in front of witnesses. Really if your partner goes bankrupt and can't provide you all that was before and got to have bread for daily meals, will you still stay? Or you say "Hell with ya!". Ok Ok, don't talk about marriage, say just a Boy Girl Relationship, which you need not to swear or sign papers. You think you will still stay true to the guy? Come on... It's a material world. Much things are being bought, even love. Yes, you may love your partner but I will say only about 20% based on the guy's character. The rest of the 80% you can divide into the materialistic side. Say if he owns a car, that's some points and to own an even more expensive car will get more points of course. Staying HDB flats, 4-rooms, 5-rooms, executive or not, condominiums, semi-detach houses or bungalows, all these gets different percentage too. The amount of money he willing to spend on you fills up the rest of the 80% to make it up to the 100% love you have for him. That's why even guys with s*** characters (jerks) also can get many girl because as long as he fills up the 80%, the rest of the 20% is negligible to him. That's also why you see hideous monsters out there getting a gorgeous lady as partner. Good looks and pleasant hearts are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I remind readers again, I didn't mentioned ALL females are as above. There are those who are still pure, it's only that I am not fated to meet them, that's all... Anyway, back to Stephanie and my cousin. I told Cat, since Stephanie is such a good girl, even by the time I return from USA, she will be attached anyway. Well, I was not introduced to her yet, so I am not keen on what is going to happen, since I am so far away... By the way, I am not so thicked skinned to be saying that I am a good guy or what. That's what Cat mentioned and it's for those who knows me to comment... Thanks sis, remember to tell Stephanie what I told you. Lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8105023753482676532?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8105023753482676532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8105023753482676532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8105023753482676532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8105023753482676532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-kit-kat.html' title='Have A Kit-Kat'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycGsfR7L7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5JcRgaSb3Jk/s72-c/EMO+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5620094674485476329</id><published>2007-10-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:11:38.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Ritual</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again, when we have new breeds of manpower rotation. A month ago we were sending people off at the airport. Now we are gonna have a welcome party for the new guys. It's been sometime since we ever had such gatherings. Such parties are healthy (even though many kidneys are damaged) because it strengthens the team work and the togetherness of our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crew Chief&lt;/span&gt; trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126987677488066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rya4IPR7LyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/prxHhKn2b00/s320/Blog+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First, to be able to join us as a Crew Chief of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Widow&lt;/span&gt;, you must consume a raw egg together with the shell. Yes, you gotta grind the shell with your teeth, mix it all up in your mouth and swallow without dripping any, or else you will be awarded with a 2nd egg. To assist you with that swallowing, is a can of beer that you must finish drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, take the squadron's shot; Widow Bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, take our Crew Chief's house mix; Falcon Bite. (ingredient is any liquid, mostly alcohol, free for all to mix.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126988880078909234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rya5OPR7LzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sl6jiQOaJfQ/s320/Blog+%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After all that you are proudly a Black Widow Crew Chief... Tough s*** huh? Now who wants to be a Crew Chief? Whoever thinks its easy, step out! Give them about 30 minutes, they should be puking, but of course within the 30 minutes, the rest of us will still be forcing more alcohol down their throat. After an hour, they should be knocked out, sleeping like a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's usually a mess when we have these kind of functions due to people getting drunk and puking everywhere. Those designated drivers and sober ones are to help clear up the squadron's lounge when the event is over... We had an enjoyable night. I feel good about our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esprit de corp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6709721486281852556-5620094674485476329?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5620094674485476329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5620094674485476329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5620094674485476329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5620094674485476329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-ritual.html' title='Welcome Ritual'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rya4IPR7LyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/prxHhKn2b00/s72-c/Blog+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1184182054043468641</id><published>2007-10-28T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:50:57.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybHZvR7L0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/icJvGQhvfYs/s1600-h/%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127004470810193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybHZvR7L0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/icJvGQhvfYs/s320/%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas, Johnston, TYH, John, LYS &amp;amp; Me [Lena is the photographer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up a little bit earlier than what I supposed to usually on the weekend, as me and some guys had arranged to visit a motor show over at the Cardinals Stadium. We had our lunch at some Korean-Japanese restaurant that is just beside our base. The food is of good portion and delicious. Only until now that I found out this place. Thanks to John and rest of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after lunch we head towards the stadium. It is the 27th Annual Cycle World, &lt;a href="http://www.motorcycleshows.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;International Motorcycle Show 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Too bad Angelo isn't around, if not he will be exploring this with us. The bikes on display are way too cool. Nothing you have ever seen before. Their customization are crazy. Pictures say a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybIzvR7L1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZRD4HN5UhgA/s1600-h/%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127006016998420306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybIzvR7L1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZRD4HN5UhgA/s320/%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybLFPR7L2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CcB01D8nuTo/s1600-h/%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127008516669386594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybLFPR7L2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/CcB01D8nuTo/s320/%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bigg 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Eye Cycle Design&lt;br /&gt;ZX12R / Kawazaki&lt;br /&gt;Engine: Bored and Stroked to 1375cc + 60 shot NOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybNpfR7L3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/XX1lmTk1Dv8/s1600-h/%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127011338462900082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybNpfR7L3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/XX1lmTk1Dv8/s320/%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybOTvR7L4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EHYKnWjTnSk/s1600-h/%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127012064312373122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybOTvR7L4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EHYKnWjTnSk/s320/%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycIgPR7L8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mvNkb4FTQMc/s1600-h/%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127076050735148994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycIgPR7L8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mvNkb4FTQMc/s320/%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycJSvR7L9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/XSg86GLiVq0/s1600-h/%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127076918318542802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycJSvR7L9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/XSg86GLiVq0/s320/%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Nitrous Oxide System on this bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycKavR7L-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/uITz21j_RHw/s1600-h/%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127078155269124066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RycKavR7L-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/uITz21j_RHw/s320/%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1184182054043468641?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1184182054043468641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1184182054043468641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1184182054043468641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1184182054043468641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/ghost-rider.html' title='Ghost Rider'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RybHZvR7L0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/icJvGQhvfYs/s72-c/%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7173909377663962260</id><published>2007-10-26T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:38:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RyaC0_R7LwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GrrdRhzAxq8/s1600-h/Masks+%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126929072659312386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RyaC0_R7LwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GrrdRhzAxq8/s320/Masks+%5B1%5D.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I believed and everybody should. Those that think otherwise are probably mentally ill. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live life to the max.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy every single second of your life, as you have no idea what will happen tomorrow. And most importantly enjoy what you choose to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in my field of work had, in the first place, chosen to be in here and doing what they are suppose to be doing now. Since they chose to sign on that piece of paper, they should be contended to what they have now. But everyday I hear people bitching about their job. The problem with these people is that they are looking for a job that pays them damn freaking well and do nothing at all. Dream on guys. Wake up! Whenever I hear people who are looking for a job, I always advice them to go for something that they are interested in. It's really important that you do what you are into, disregarding what it rewards you at the end of day, else you will be dragging yourself out of bed and shambling to work everyday. On the contrary, I like going to work. Because when I am in the squadron, I get to work with a lot of colleagues. Yes, colleagues. Most are good colleagues. We work hard and we have fun together. I mentioned colleagues rather than friends because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Main Entry: 1friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popWin(" wav="friend')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pronunciation: \ˈfrend\ Function: noun Etymology: Middle English frend, from Old English frēond; akin to Old High German friunt friend, Old English frēon to love, frēo free Date: before 12th century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 a: one attached to another by affection or esteem b: acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;2 a: one that is not hostile b: one that is of the same nation, party, or group&lt;br /&gt;3: one that favors or promotes something (as a charity)&lt;br /&gt;4: a favored companion&lt;br /&gt;5 capitalized: a member of a Christian sect that stresses Inner Light, rejects sacraments and an ordained ministry, and opposes war —called also Quaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't see myself as any definitions of the word "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;". Well, after work we all take our own path and walk our way. It's just another day of work. Dictionary only gives you a general surface definition. You think you have a lot of friends? Let's do a count of friends on your MSN Messenger, Friendster, MySpace, email contacts and cellphone contacts. Getting hundreds? Cool. You try get into a real deep s*** trouble, look around and see who's left beside you, then you will know who your true friend really is... (yes, maybe you guys reading, have alot more than me, I am just expressing myself. This is my blog, remember?) I had been through all these before, I had my downs of my life, I know who my friends are... I may think otherwise from the others because I had started looking at life differently in the early stages of mine. You name it; I had experienced it, all the bad stuffs. I had no regrets. I have seen &amp;amp; heard a lot, but its not just memories. I take every encounter as something to learn. From there, I grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mask&lt;/span&gt; are you putting on today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us owns an array of masks... We have them on as we stepped out of our home. Most people don't notice that they are wearing it, only a few realizes... Different occasions, different purposes, different expressions... That's why we have people from all walks of life. End of the day, when we are back home, needless to hide, we reveal our true self again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a material world. Hardly anyone is really truthful in the society right now. Only those real naive, those children. As human intellect manifests, it’s all about domination, survivor of the strongest, for the best of oneself and wealth at other's expenses... Then of course I am not saying that all mankind are like this. Somewhere out there, there are people who are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saviors&lt;/span&gt; reaching out to those in needs, irregardless of their status compared to the society. I hereby thank you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126929802803752722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RyaDffR7LxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Rsd-Mojev_4/s200/Masks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7173909377663962260?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7173909377663962260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7173909377663962260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7173909377663962260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7173909377663962260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-blog-name.html' title='My Blog Name'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RyaC0_R7LwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GrrdRhzAxq8/s72-c/Masks+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3079295909246647269</id><published>2007-10-24T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:16:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rx7YjborKnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k9oLuSNLacs/s1600-h/%5BGothic%5D+Reaper.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124771529219582578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rx7YjborKnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k9oLuSNLacs/s320/%5BGothic%5D+Reaper.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of Ong Beng Hock. Pronounced deceased on 23 September 2007 at 9.20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since he past away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sudden, but many of us were knew that he was on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death Reaper&lt;/span&gt;'s list. It's only a matter of time... He was in the pink of health, only until one dreadful day when he fell in the bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor diagnosed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt;. Last stage. Maybe a month? Longest possible is 6 months. Whatever treatment was of no use, unless there's a miracle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to reach SG just before the Death Reaper. I was so determind to see him as he mentioned that he wanted to see us all. Visited him in the hospital twice. His breath was light, he was totally fragile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flew back to the States on 20 September 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days later, he was gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my uncle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3079295909246647269?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3079295909246647269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3079295909246647269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3079295909246647269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3079295909246647269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-memories.html' title='In Memories...'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rx7YjborKnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k9oLuSNLacs/s72-c/%5BGothic%5D+Reaper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3129815362975072815</id><published>2007-10-22T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:41:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winds Have Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rx2RyborKmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x3LUvSJWfOE/s1600-h/Soccer+Boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124412246615337570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rx2RyborKmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x3LUvSJWfOE/s400/Soccer+Boots.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Music: Ventura - Electrified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to go for a car wash in the Air Force Base and to run some errands, but when I was about to step out of my bedroom, to put on my shoes, I saw a MSN message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANSON says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing soccer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I last put on my soccer boots, so I guess might as well. That's how I ended up in the field with the rest of the guys. It's fated... It is an extremely windy day. The soccer game was tough as we were playing against the wind. No matter how much force you exerts from your foot to the point of contact on the soccer ball, you can't get it going the way you wanted it to. I wasn't much into the game as I feel that I am not a part of their team. Yes, teamwork is required but it only happens among themselves. All along I have felt this way. I am not a team player (used to be one), I can make things happen better alone. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always walk alone...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I came to the states, I never ever really played a proper soccer game with a pair of soccer boots before. It was those guys that bought me this pair of boots as my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthday present&lt;/span&gt;, June 2006. I was really happy as I felt welcomed then. Soon after that I got myself a proper attire or rather a few attires for the soccer game every Sunday. Thanks guys for the present. I really appreciates it. It will be a remembrance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I am grateful to Anson because if I were to get a car wash, I am gonna get hit by the sand storm after the wash and that equals a waste of effort. After that soccer game, I also have made up my mind to hang up my boots. I was redundant to the game anyway. Seems like everybody wants to be a striker, how to play well as a team if everybody wants to score? Nobody is backing up the goal keeper and that really makes me pissed. To make matter worst, there is this guy from the recent rotation that acts like 'Alex Fugerson' in the field. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of things happened. I gain lots of experiences from it. Life is balance. Almost like the Newton's 3rd law: "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To every action force there is an equal, but opposite, reaction force&lt;/span&gt;" To simplify, it's "You gain some, you will lose some, vice versa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be among the guys, until the day I received recognition, given opportunities &amp;amp; ranked higher than those that were here in the states much longer than me. Things weren't so bad then. Until CSC told me and another guy about the path that had been laid in front of both of us and reminded us this is only let known to both of us so as to boost our Morales and to keep up the good work. To keep it down as he didn't want to stir up conflicts among us, our flight. I kept his words until now, but that KLK had immediately spread the news to BCI &amp;amp; every single DCC as we stepped out from the conference room. Then onwards, things started to differentiate. They see it as I outran them. I am an eye sore that caused them to have "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red eyes&lt;/span&gt;". I was casted away. It's so obvious, that even other trades can see it. It has been going on since August 2006, and it is still going on for many rotations of guys because their batch are overwhelming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to KLK, this has forced me to put in more efforts to my work in order to "cast" further away from them even more. Thanks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Captain is on board. New directions are set. Just waiting for my time comes to dock back SG. I am eager. But still, I am sailing along with the wind now, as those 'sailor' who chooses to sail against it will usually ends up in the bottom of the ocean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3129815362975072815?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3129815362975072815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3129815362975072815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3129815362975072815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3129815362975072815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/winds-have-changed.html' title='The Winds Have Changed'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rx2RyborKmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x3LUvSJWfOE/s72-c/Soccer+Boots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6310872294979942497</id><published>2007-10-14T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:54:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Dredd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxLjhLorKlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8AoYJ-3fp58/s1600-h/Celica+GT+-+Bazooka+%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121405885472254546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxLjhLorKlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8AoYJ-3fp58/s320/Celica+GT+-+Bazooka+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nitrous Oxide System anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxH3-borKjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dOBBgq3XB6s/s1600-h/Celica+GT+-+Night+Overview+%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121146903239273010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxH3-borKjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dOBBgq3XB6s/s320/Celica+GT+-+Night+Overview+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those blue lights are way too cool for the police to accept...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I got pulled over by the police again... (I had lost count) Another citation... Seems like I just can't get enough of it. That freaking policeman was the previous guy that pulled me over before. S***. So damn unlucky. No chance given, too hostile, he even wanted to test if I had been drinking alcohol. Stupid cops, he should go to those central area where there are gun shooting incidents everyday, rather than to catch the modifications on my car. Anyway he is a crap. *sigh* This is gonna cost me at least USD$500. What to do? I asked for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sinned... Did some shopping again... Argh! I need to cut my cards and keep all the cash at home. I am buying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121147641973647938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxH4pborKkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I4zUVuFJ8QM/s320/Samsonite+HC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Damages done: Samsonite 4-wheeler 22" hand carry, GUESS sweater, GUESS jeans, Levi's 501.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have discipline in myself from now onwards. No more shopping or outings to spend money. I seriously need to save up. Hibernation mode will start once winter comes. I need to isolate myself in solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6310872294979942497?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6310872294979942497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6310872294979942497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6310872294979942497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6310872294979942497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/judge-dredd.html' title='Judge Dredd'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxLjhLorKlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8AoYJ-3fp58/s72-c/Celica+GT+-+Bazooka+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-6598302672590130440</id><published>2007-10-14T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T05:01:16.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxEuwborKiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UndEmK1tBM4/s1600-h/Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120925660883921442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxEuwborKiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UndEmK1tBM4/s320/Eye.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's only a 4 days week and I am totally exhausted. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caffeine&lt;/span&gt; is not working anymore, I need something stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in the day shift this week, sorry it's not (8am - 5pm), it's (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4am - infinity&lt;/span&gt;)... Everyday operation is like a breeze to me. I can take awfully huge amount of workload. I don't see any task that is real tough. All tasks have idiot guide manuals for you as reference. I am tired because of the people sitting in the office hogging onto the computer. (We have like only 3 computers to share among 24 of us. Pathetic huh?) It's OK if you want to just sit in and do paperwork, because I am able to take up your job in the flight line, but whole day infront of the computer is still not enough to finish all your stuffs?! Even after work I still have to wait for at least an hour before he decides to log off from there. From then I am able to check my mails, to follow up on stuffs for my secondary appointment... Thus, ending my day in the squadron around 7pm or 8pm daily... But I am lucky enough to have CKW to accompany me after normal working hours to finish up appointment's stuffs everyday. Oh, he is doing another appointment and seems like his job is as never-ending as mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120924642976672274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxEt1LorKhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/m5ub2ezpJaY/s320/Haircut.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all these hectic days, I still managed to run my errands to the bank and got myself a haircut. Impressive huh? Lolz. Thanks to the 'computer-hogger', while waiting for him to get his ID card out of the system, I ran all these little errands... I like to make full use of my time. I like to multi-task. I don't like to waste any waiting time, always to find the shortest way out of a situation. (Unless I am getting myself wasted...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;New management sets in... Many things are changing... That's why I need to 'pull up my socks' before the arrows come showering on me. I need to make sure I have all my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ammunition&lt;/span&gt; ready for battle whenever needed. I need to be an extra step ahead of what they are thinking. I will be in the front line but hope that I won't step into any land mines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-6598302672590130440?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6598302672590130440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=6598302672590130440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6598302672590130440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/6598302672590130440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/dead-beat.html' title='Dead Beat'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RxEuwborKiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UndEmK1tBM4/s72-c/Eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4136182099738868603</id><published>2007-10-08T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:41:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red means Aggression, Danger &amp; Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for this week. Work is normal, just that there are now new members adding to our strength. Our new flight chief is online and he got most of us in for a introduction and talking session. I knew him and worked together with him before I came over to the states. He is an OK guy. Well, he told us what he wanted to achieve here and wanted us all to have a common goal. I believe he will make "them" all change for the better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118910015552039410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwoFiborKfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xtwTnZz0J1M/s320/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean back, open-top, take a breath of air up in the mountain and drive back to Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what have gotten into me recently. I have been driving like a mad man, but not to worry, I am a safety driver, its just that I keep speeding for no reason. Don't know why somehow when I get hold of my steering wheel, with my ignition on, I seems possessed by the car. Even when I am not rushing for time, I will go at least 60 mph on minor roads and 85 - 100 mph on the highways. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Criminal speed&lt;/span&gt;... Needless to say when other drivers on the road try to race me, they will get it most of the time, unless their car is way overpower then I shan't waste my time. I am getting too comfortable with my car, I can control it well and I am well verse with the gears. If I am not having a sports car, I won't be 'rev-ing' the engine so frequently. Damn, I need to take a deep breath and cool down. I know the problem but I can't control it. Sooner or later, I am gonna get into a deep shit if I keep this up. Somebody knock some sense into me please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118909508745898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwoFE7orKeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/881pF5RoRWc/s200/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwoEULorKdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F4uwyVo3X_M/s1600-h/DSC02703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118908671227275730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwoEULorKdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F4uwyVo3X_M/s320/DSC02703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sedona&lt;/span&gt; trip today! It is one of the cities in Arizona, with lots of Nature Parks. Plenty of nice natural views all around. Anson &amp;amp; Candy skipped the natural sights and was moving around in the town. Whereas, me &amp;amp; Nicholas managed to catch a glimpse of the view of sunset on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Rock State Park&lt;/span&gt;. The sights are really awesome but you won't feel the grand of it from the photos, you will need to see it with your own eyes. It's a great trip, too bad we didn't have enough time because we departed from our home kind of late past afternoon, or else we would have try out the off-road Jeep and the All-Terrain-Vehicle (ATV) hikes. Other than these methods of hiking, there is even helicopter and hot air balloon rides over the canyon. Too bad I don't have anyone to share my happiness, if not I will go for the hot air balloon ride, it will be a romantic one, over the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118910569602820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwoGCrorKgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2p2fc6-qDOo/s400/DSC02715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4136182099738868603?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4136182099738868603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4136182099738868603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4136182099738868603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4136182099738868603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-means-aggression-danger-anger.html' title='Red means Aggression, Danger &amp; Anger'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwoFiborKfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xtwTnZz0J1M/s72-c/DSC02747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3683997462013674154</id><published>2007-10-04T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:41:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pots &amp; Pans</title><content type='html'>The next moment when I am awake from my sleep, will be the start of Thursday. Yeah, weekend is near, moreover its a long weekend because next Monday is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus_Day"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Columbus Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phew* I just got myself out of the kitchen for preparing tomorrow's dinner. This is the 4th consecutive day that I am in the kitchen. Looking at my massive stock of canned food on the shelves, had determined me to start cooking everyday, in order to finish them up before my end of tour. I don't want to throw them away nor neither do I want to bring them back. Some of the food in the fridge (bought by my room mate) are already rotting. I hate wasting food, so I planned to consume them all up by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everybody in the squadron prepare their lunch/dinner and pack it to work. Firstly, it is not as expensive as dinning out everyday and secondly, not everybody can take those kind of American fast food as daily meals. I seldom or can even say that I rarely cook and pack food to work, because I am not a great chef... I am a regular fast food &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drive-thru&lt;/span&gt; customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember when I was young, I used to get a stool to stand up high beside the stove, so that I can see what my mum is doing to the food in the wok, whenever she is cooking. To think of it now it is kind of funny, I will always be in the kitchen with my mum, looking at her stirring up our sumptuous meal and my brother will rather go watch the cartoons on TV. It is an irony that I have so little knowledge of cooking. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I came over here, I never have to bother about what should I have for the next meal everyday (when at home). I just eat whatever my mum had prepared. Now I have to do it myself. Living on myself... First when I came I was like only at the level of cooking instant noodles. Subsequently, I had improved as time goes by. I called up my mum to ask about the ingredients, try &amp;amp; error, learn from those better "chef" colleagues and do little experiments. All I can say is that it's not easy. Preparing the ingredients takes time, putting them all together takes skill, upon finishing, one got to clear up all the utensils used in the process. Now that I understands what are the hassles of preparing a meal, I will even more appreciate what is being served on the table by anyone else. Those that are married with their wife here, are blessed because they are not handling these hassles after work. Whereas the single guys like me have got only 2 choices, to prepare food for tomorrow or drive-your-way-thru tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3683997462013674154?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3683997462013674154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3683997462013674154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3683997462013674154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3683997462013674154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/pots-pans.html' title='Pots &amp; Pans'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-821364136974098737</id><published>2007-10-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:43:55.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Spree</title><content type='html'>I had been sleeping the whole of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; until I got a call from Nicholas to get me off my bed to go accompany him go shopping. I only meant to accompany him to shop as I had already went to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paradise Valley Malls&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; after sending off those guys at the airport. Didn't know that by accompanying him, I ended up doing some damage to my wallet and bank account... (By the way, I need a new set of wallet &amp;amp; key + coin pouch) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116328723027274162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwDZ3borKbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RXAddMdgi7c/s400/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He only wanted to get some t-shirts from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Fitch. We ended up getting hell lots of stuffs that we didn't planned for today. Below are just what I had got for myself, Nicholas also got about the same amount as me. I also bought some t-shirts for my brother and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 3 Polo-tees [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Fitch]&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwDaK7orKcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/J7Mum9zo5jw/s1600-h/Samsonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116329058034723266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwDaK7orKcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/J7Mum9zo5jw/s320/Samsonite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A pair of sneakers [ALDO]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bermuda &amp;amp; Cap [American Eagle]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- T-shirt [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DKNY&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Belt [GUESS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 29" 4-wheeler Luggage [Samsonite]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is worth it I guess. I got them all at discount prices. When they say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt; here, they mean it. It's not like Singapore's retail, where they jack up the original prices then they throw in another percentage of discount. Moreover Winter is coming, they are clearing out most summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clothing&lt;/span&gt; and stuffs. This will be my last seasonal sale shopping because the next one they are having, they will be clearing out the winter wear. I will be going back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; when Spring comes and I can't be buying much winter stuffs back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;, it's too warm to be wearing that kind of clothing back there. Oh as for the luggage, I buy it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was carrying too much paper bags, I need something to hold them all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lolz&lt;/span&gt;. Just kidding. After the recent tour to Japan, I find my 31" 2-wheeler Samsonite is such a burden for travel. It's kind of bulky and just the 2 wheels make it difficult to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; around and the parts for the interior are falling off due to a bad design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the shopping, we went back to the west valley's &lt;a href="http://www.applebees.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. It's an enjoyable day we both had. After the day's event, I still need to go back home and prepare for work tomorrow.&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/6709721486281852556-821364136974098737?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/821364136974098737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=821364136974098737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/821364136974098737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/821364136974098737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-spree.html' title='Sunday Spree'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RwDZ3borKbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RXAddMdgi7c/s72-c/DSC02666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7405574508089221453</id><published>2007-09-30T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:55:24.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Music: Lovestern Galaktika Project - Move For Freedom&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damned. I missed the send-off flight yesterday early morning. Argh. I hate myself for felling asleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday was the Hi-Bye ceremony that we always have when there are new rotations of manpower. All the usual stuffs. Presentation of tokens of appreciation for those out-going personnel and welcome toast to all in-coming personnel. Yes! My group of rotation will be next. Not to say that I am yearning to go back my hometown or I miss it, it's just that the environment here now forces me to make the decision of not wanting to stay anymore. The ceremony only lasted for awhile, then it was all free &amp;amp; easy. Some were at the pool table, some were having karaoke, some gaming Xbox, some getting drunk, the rest were just crazily having fun with those people that were leaving on Saturday. It was chaotic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our office building is getting some kind of renovations going on, causing us to move to another section of the building. The project will kicks off next week and will last for 45 days. It's a mess. To add on to it, 5 'pillars' of our trade are being knocked out now, leaving the ceiling held by nothing. I really can't imagine how work will be like from Monday onwards...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115959377314654626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rv-J8rorKaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DJVhwdZQjVA/s400/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;2 "birds" of the squadron. "Kuku_B" &amp;amp; "Parrot" WX-YZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't managed to catch the earlier flight, but I made it for the second one in the evening. Sky Harbour Airport. Lots of family &amp;amp; friends were there. Much bidding goodbyes were done and in to the boarding gates they go... I have forgotten how much of these I had done since, but I can now picture myself going into the boarding gates the next time round. It's close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7405574508089221453?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7405574508089221453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7405574508089221453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7405574508089221453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7405574508089221453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/flying-free.html' title='Flying Free'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rv-J8rorKaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DJVhwdZQjVA/s72-c/DSC02658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-322456303785121941</id><published>2007-09-28T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T17:28:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era</title><content type='html'>Time flies... In a blink of an eye, I had finished a week of work since I last came back to the states. In a blink of an eye, I had finished 18 months of work here... After tomorrow, all the great guys that I had been working with are going back to Singapore. I will miss them. They are all my supervisors. I want to thank them for giving me the opportunity and guidance during my tour here. Without them, I wouldn't have the recognition of what I am today. I will not disappoint them. I will continue to strive for the best that I can be. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 guys are leaving, 7 guys are taking over, it will be a total change of management. Not only to mention just my trade, as a whole of the squadron, even the management is changing. The work load will always be the same, but as supervisors are being replaced, I will expect the working style to be different from next week onwards. In an optimistic view, maybe things will get done easier than before, or maybe I will be getting shit load of work to do, in order to cover up other people's job scope. (needless to say the current 2 in-charge now is not doing any help) As a DCC, we work as a team, we can't work alone. If there are black sheep among us, those more capable ones will suffer... I shall keep my fingers crossed, hope that I can sail pass this era peacefully until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-322456303785121941?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/322456303785121941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=322456303785121941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/322456303785121941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/322456303785121941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-era.html' title='A New Era'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-9099506196361808963</id><published>2007-09-23T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:12:18.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get This Straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started the day late yesterday as I was only sleeping only at 6am last morning since 21 Sept. It was only until 6.30pm that I went for sort of a BBQ gathering at OAH's house. It's just a normal gathering among our own Crew Chief trade for those leaving us soon in September. Lots of delicacies were made by OAH's wife. She an expert in making those "kuays". Yummy. Well, I stayed for about 2 hours and I got to go because a bunch of us are going for a drink later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113415708703402290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvaAfrorKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9DiHQfDb_Cc/s320/Axis+Radius+%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Great crowds, great dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvaDeborKYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mYP0s0fENDM/s1600-h/Axis+Radius+%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418985763449218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvaDeborKYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mYP0s0fENDM/s200/Axis+Radius+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.axis-radius.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Axis Radius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the club. Two powerful clubs joined by a glass catwalk bring the nightlife alive. High-energy music, exotic food and drinks, a first-class cigar bar and the amber lounge VIP club, making Axis/Radius the ultimate destination for event gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Club hop! After a few rounds of drinks, we walked across to another club, &lt;a href="http://www.mystaz.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Myst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Downed even more drinks. Some of us were at the bar counter, some were at the dance floor dancing and some picking up money. There was this guy's birthday, he was at the VIP lounge upstairs and he was like throwing cash down to the crowds at the dance floor, all $1 notes. It's a joke when &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvaCXLorKUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Im4nNzCuLOI/s1600-h/Myst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113417761697769794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvaCXLorKUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Im4nNzCuLOI/s320/Myst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you see those people go picking them up on the floor. Some were grabbing with their arms up in the air, some squatting down among the crowd to pick and some were stepping on them to make sure nobody else have their hands on it. Same like those morons in ZOUK, disgracing their parents' and ancestors' face. Lolz. Myst is closing at 2.30am. 40% of us were on the verge of knocking out, the rest high. Me? 100% sober because I only had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/span&gt; due to me driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of my girlfriend, Nichelle is over at this place call Charlie. She is asking to see me because she missed me while I was away for 3 weeks. She told me that Charlie closed at 4am. No one has ever been there, neither do I. So I asked the guys if they wanna head over there for a short while. None objected. Damned... Only when we got there then we realised that its a gay club. Sorry no chicks, tonnes of gays around (Some topless). Anyway only me and a few brave ones went into the club, the rest stayed outside. I found her, we chatted for awhile, she is here because she is hanging out with one of her gay friend (If I'd know earlier I would skipped). Just 5 minutes and I got to go because the rest of the guys were like so afraid of seeing so many gays around them. I was so perturbed when I walked out because the rest of the guys were pointing that I am a gay. Saying that I came here for a gay friend, I hang out here, I am gay, I leading a double-life, etc. Laughing their heads off. Duhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the feeling of being in a gay club, but I don't despises or discriminate them. They are still human. Come on this is USA, even gay marriages are lawful here. Yes, maybe their behaviours disgust you but others have their rights and their own way of life. I totally agrees with Jughead. They don't need you to come bother with their life as long as they are not harassing you. Only those typical Singaporeans with the "frog-in-the-well" mindset (frog inside the well only sees a circumference of the piece of sky that the well allows, whereas the actual area of the sky is so much vast than what the frog is seeing.) will laugh and mock at them. (They should first mock at themselves when they are picking up those $1 notes on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry ladies, I still love you all and I am only into ladies. Hey, I didn't know that is a gay club. You guys can keep mocking at me after my ignorance tonight, keep doing that, I wish all of you will have healthy sons &amp;amp; daughters during your fatherhood and may them be either gays or lesbians for their life. Thank you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-9099506196361808963?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/9099506196361808963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=9099506196361808963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/9099506196361808963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/9099506196361808963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-this-straight.html' title='Get This Straight'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvaAfrorKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9DiHQfDb_Cc/s72-c/Axis+Radius+%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-588177707536715622</id><published>2007-09-20T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:25:01.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Freedom</title><content type='html'>Singapore → Seoul, Korea → San Francisco, California → Phoenix, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 18 hours of total flight time, I finally reached back my freedom home. I feel so welcomed here, the culture is different. Greetings and handshakes are everywhere. You don't get those f***ed 25¢ facial expression (as if you owned them $$$) from the people here, whereas in Singapore you get that look by others alot. Everything is cool. No more oily skins and perspiring body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacked my luggage and doing my laundry now. Got my car back and drove it for a wash. It was real dusty, combined with plenty of bug's stain. Argh. Exhausted from the flights but still, I can't stand the sight of it and I won't feel comfortable driving a dirty looking car. Now it is a "head-turner" again. Glad that tomorrow is a day-off for me to run my errands, need to catch up with stuffs unattended while I was away for the 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112248376298389426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvJaz_jVP7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/r48gBJT3sCU/s320/Celica+GT+-+Night+Overview+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to all those who had given up part of their time and made the efforts to catch up with me during my 10 days in Singapore. Ice, Grace, Jason &amp;amp; Gam, Alvin, Catherine, Connie, Sandra &amp;amp; Joey, Yewtai, Levonne, Aiping, Kelly, Shana and last but not least, my Dad... Appreciated those who sent their regards. To those that missed me, just hang in there for another year, I'll be back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-588177707536715622?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/588177707536715622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=588177707536715622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/588177707536715622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/588177707536715622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/land-of-freedom.html' title='Land of Freedom'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RvJaz_jVP7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/r48gBJT3sCU/s72-c/Celica+GT+-+Night+Overview+%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-8636597322828995241</id><published>2007-09-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:47:42.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lev-ly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a rainy day... But still I love the rain rather than the burning sun. Lazing at home whole afternoon, waiting for Levonne to finish her piano lessons because she had "booked" me already. No, she is not taking piano lessons, she is teaching in fact. I love the frequency of the airwaves generated by that instrument. It touches my heart. When I was much younger, I ever thought of going for piano lessons, to be able to play music to my ears myself, but I somehow dropped the idea and I don't know why... *shrugs* Anyway I have got Levonne now. Hmm... Still haven't got the chance to hear her play yet until now. I will get her to play me a song someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110896373227524354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Ru2NLDoPEQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4BVy6UDWTs4/s320/Levonne+%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Smile~! Keep the smile up girl. Cheers~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went over &lt;a href="http://www.tasc.org.sg/shopctr/causeway_point.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Causeway Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. Initially thought of going to Partyworld but I don't feel much like singing. Movies showing over at Cathay Causeway Point are boring, no way I am gonna catch any American movies that I am able to watch 3 days later, when I am back. So we decided to chill out the simple way. Get drinks from 7-11 and find a bench nearby to sit down and chat. That's it. (At least I don't have to restrict myself to those non-smoking areas in pubs, bars &amp;amp; discos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Ru2ONToPERI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BbOWw-N1J14/s1600-h/Anything+%26+Whatever+%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110897511393857810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Ru2ONToPERI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BbOWw-N1J14/s200/Anything+%26+Whatever+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been hearing about these 2 new drinks "&lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" since the day I touched down Singapore. (Considering new to me.) Finally I get to have my hands on them. Real cool stuffs. Thanks to people who came up with this idea. Great job. Carbonated or non-carbonated. Anything or Whatever. Random flavours. *Psst* (You can look for the ingredient behind the can to see what kind of drinks you are having actually.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-8636597322828995241?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8636597322828995241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=8636597322828995241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8636597322828995241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/8636597322828995241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/lev-ly.html' title='Lev-ly'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Ru2NLDoPEQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4BVy6UDWTs4/s72-c/Levonne+%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-2257074800501086527</id><published>2007-09-17T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:06:59.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I grounded myself yesterday... So I still managed to get up 7.30am today for breakfast with Alvin, Nicholas &amp;amp; his girlfriend. Got to be early because we are going to Alvin's parents' stall for breakfast. We were warned, if we get there past 10am, the queue will be a terrible one and if past 12pm, they will be close to "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sold Out&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110706819140882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuzgxjoPEMI/AAAAAAAAADs/VRosYb2r7dc/s400/Tien+Lai+Rice+Stall+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at Taman Jurong Marketplace, on Yung Sheng Road. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tien Lai Rice Stall&lt;/span&gt; is their signboard and #02-66 is their unit number. They specialise on Cantonese Roast; roast chicken, duck, pork and BBQ pork is their specialty. Well, Nicholas &amp;amp; me got a treat from Alvin's parents. Their roasts are not just simply, but seriously delicious. Throughout the meal, we noticed that the customer-flow is consistent and the queue just keeps piling up. They have even got calls coming in for mass order to accommodate for industrial workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110707849933033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuzhtjoPEOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZILMN8xb6hE/s320/Tien+Lai+Rice+Stall+%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Many recommendations by many. Makansutra rated "Excellent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey if anyone of you guys happen to be around that area or staying nearby, be sure to drop by this stall. I am sure it is worth your SGD$2.50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-2257074800501086527?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2257074800501086527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=2257074800501086527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2257074800501086527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/2257074800501086527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuzgxjoPEMI/AAAAAAAAADs/VRosYb2r7dc/s72-c/Tien+Lai+Rice+Stall+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3254537710903164734</id><published>2007-09-16T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:13:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas &amp;amp; Alvin&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Char Kuey Tiao [Keat Hong] → Partyworld [Orchard] → Coffeebean [Wheel Lock Place]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nicholas &amp;amp; Alvin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey &amp;amp; Sandra&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Lemongrass Thai Restaurant [The Hereen] → Vivo City [+] 2 friends → The Boilers, Tiger Live, Powerhouse [St. James] [+] Yew Tai &amp;amp; 1 friend. Down 1 Hennessy &amp;amp; 1 Martell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Joey &amp;amp; Sandra, Yew Tai &amp;amp; 3 friends&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-Seven Disco [Orchard Plaza] → Supper [Geylang]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIL. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3254537710903164734?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3254537710903164734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3254537710903164734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3254537710903164734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3254537710903164734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday?!'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-614164952766588665</id><published>2007-09-14T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:35:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood is thicker than Water</title><content type='html'>Slept the whole day through... When the moment I was awake, it is about time to go out again. Well, today I am meeting up with my cousins for dinner and chill. There are supposed to be 7 of us but due to some of them are busy with either work or studies and some are in overseas, so just left with 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at &lt;a href="http://www.peony-jade.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peony-Jade Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Clark Quay. Look forward to delectable modern Chinese dishes that add zest to traditional Szechuan and Cantonese cuisine at the award-winning restaurant. If you are new to Asian cuisine, you won’t go wrong with their infamous Szechuan Smoked Duck with Camphor Wood or their Peking Duck. We had a dinner buffet and the dishes are great. What impresses me most was the courtesy service of the staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110512862712762498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuwwXzoPEII/AAAAAAAAADM/SSjfjF8OYd4/s400/Fashionbar+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fashionbar - Connie &amp;amp; Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110513571382366354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuwxBDoPEJI/AAAAAAAAADU/z_IceadP0Ak/s320/Kent+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pussyfoot. Cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the splendid meal, we browsed around Clark Quay to look for a place to chill. It's been a long time since I last stepped into here. Everything has changed. Plenty of colourful bars with different themes are here. Kandi Bar is cool. C-Clinic is super cool. All the furniture used are same as the hospital. Wheelchairs are used instead of normal seats and alcohols are served from the drips. Too bad the place is full. So we ended up in &lt;a href="http://www.fbar.com.sg/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fashionbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hey a shout out to anyone in the fashion industry, special privileges are given here when you produce your name card. Be it hair stylist, designer or fashion consultant, as long as you have got anything to do with the fashion world, you are cool. We had 2 rounds of Kamikaze shots, a bottle of red wine and a glass of cocktail for me. Lots of catching up was done and we all enjoyed our night. Cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-614164952766588665?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/614164952766588665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=614164952766588665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/614164952766588665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/614164952766588665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/blood-is-thicker-than-water.html' title='Blood is thicker than Water'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuwwXzoPEII/AAAAAAAAADM/SSjfjF8OYd4/s72-c/Fashionbar+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-5584965100180075433</id><published>2007-09-13T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T05:12:13.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Crawler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuxGGjoPELI/AAAAAAAAADk/3V7vrzV6dbs/s1600-h/%5BGothic%5D+Werewolf.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110536755615830194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuxGGjoPELI/AAAAAAAAADk/3V7vrzV6dbs/s320/%5BGothic%5D+Werewolf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back track abit on yesterday... As usual hang out with my best buddy, Ice. We headed for a sort of a Thai disco at Central Mall, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIVE IMPACT&lt;/span&gt;. I was surprised that they have got such a place in Central Mall. It's not those crappy &amp;amp; sleazy kind of place that you find in Golden Mile Complex or Orchard Tower. The place is kind of cool, with live band sessions, pool table and it's spacious. Well, me and my friend went there is because of my another friend Jason. I just happened to get to know a him when I was in Bangkok, hanged out with him and things were cool. We finished a bottle of Martell and ended the day from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me and Ice decided to go &lt;a href="http://www.zoukclub.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZOUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to have a look since it's Mambo Night. Well, we can't stand the crowd there. Not to discriminate the place, but just the people there. It's always a joke when I see the people dancing there. They are geeks. University, JC and NS geeks. Too bad I didn't have a camcorder to record down how they dance, if not I will post it here. I will try to get a shot next time I go there. Those geeks on the podiums dance like freaks and yet they dare to stand above the crowd to dance. For those peeps who had been there should know what I am talking about, unless you find their dance moves are cool. Totally moronic! If I've got a chance to hold the DJ's mic I will announce out loud to tell them that they suck! They are making a fool out of themselves, disgracing their parents &amp;amp; ancestors. I can't stand them because they keep acting cool when doing their moronic moves. They think that they are "dancers", but in actual fact they are more like clowns. Below I will list down some of their favourite actions when the lyrics of the song are sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All = Both arms in the air slowly move down in front, vice versa. Like praying to god.&lt;br /&gt;Baby = Both palms facing each other from position in front of face, wave it down to the waist.&lt;br /&gt;Break = Breaking a Kit-Kat.&lt;br /&gt;Cry = Both fist at eye level rolling in and outwards.&lt;br /&gt;Everything = Both palms perpendicular to each other forming a T shape.&lt;br /&gt;Heart/Love = Both thumbs &amp;amp; index fingers joined together to form a heart shape.&lt;br /&gt;Know/Think = Points to their brain.&lt;br /&gt;Me = Both thumbs pointing inwards to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;See = Points to their eye.&lt;br /&gt;Time = Points to their watch. (Even though they are not wearing one.)&lt;br /&gt;You = 1 finger pointing out.&lt;br /&gt;No lyrics = 1 arm flex bicep, the other arm from the elbow of the other move outwards. Left to right and vice versa, keep repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dance steps, no abs flexibility, no nothing. Just craps. I hope those morons read my blog because if they disagree with me, they can challenge me to a dance competition. I wonder if those geeks ever see real dances. Here's some info if geeks are reading this, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to look for dance videos and learn some moves from there. Geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left that "circus" soon and went to &lt;a href="http://www.dragonfly.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRAGONFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at St. James. I find that place much better than ZOUK because of not that much of a moron around there. People there don't dance like them. It's the first time I been there. The songs there are ok, reasonable amount of crowd and live band session. My friend is a singer performing over there, just to give support, stayed for awhile and left at 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-5584965100180075433?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5584965100180075433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=5584965100180075433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5584965100180075433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/5584965100180075433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-crawler.html' title='Night Crawler'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RuxGGjoPELI/AAAAAAAAADk/3V7vrzV6dbs/s72-c/%5BGothic%5D+Werewolf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1940697760666399498</id><published>2007-09-10T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:13:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Opener</title><content type='html'>Finally got my laptop up and working with the Internet connection again. All these while that I didn't update was because of my tour in Japan and Thailand. The wireless services provided in those hotels I stayed was either too s..l...o..w... or inaccessible. Moreover, time to rest is already not enough, for the amount of travelling that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tokyo, Japan&lt;/span&gt; - It was awesome. I like everything about there. I got a culture shock when I got back to Singapore. Everybody is so polite &amp;amp; well mannered. I don't see people shouting at each other or talking loudly. I don't see parents scolding their kids in the public. I don't see passengers of the subways crowding the train doors, pushing to get in or out, hogging the escalators or stairways. But I see all these dirty acts the moment I stepped out of my house in Singapore. Such a disappointment... The fashion sense there is so much higher. 9 out of 10 Japanese dresses well to present themselves. (I am not talking about ladies only) Singaporeans are so boring. When anyone dresses loudly or present themselves outstanding from the rest, they will label them as "ah-beng" or "ah-lian". Such a disgrace to the fashion world. The food is fresh. No MSG added compared to the food here... 1 week of Japan is not really enough, I will be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bangkok, Thailand&lt;/span&gt; - Seriously there is nothing much there. It's kind of like a shopping place. Malls everywhere. After Japan's shopping, I don't fancy anything here anymore. The stuffs are real cheap but the material sucks and 99% that you are getting a fake one. Well, their imitations skills are good. All the way from head to toes, any brands. You name it they fake it. The food is cheap. Almost everything is cheap. Just spend $$$ and you can get many things done. So eat and live like a king while you are there. Don't forget to visit their famous shrines too. 4 days spent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woodlands, Singapore&lt;/span&gt; - Finally back home. 10 days to spend here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1940697760666399498?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1940697760666399498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1940697760666399498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1940697760666399498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1940697760666399498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/eye-opener.html' title='Eye Opener'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7054786461001158505</id><published>2007-08-29T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:19:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around</title><content type='html'>Dragged myself out of bed again... For lunch with Nichelle. One of my few american friends that I have here. I got to go post out my cheque for my air ticket and to gas up my car anyway, so I guess might as well then. Haven't hang out with her for more than a month due both of us were busy with work and classes have started for her because summer holidays are over. Since I am leaving for Japan soon, she decided to catch up with me for awhile so she skipped her classes in the afternoon. We had a Italian lunch over at the Romano's Macaroni Grill. It's kind of a nice place and what's cool is that they teaches you Italian language in their restrooms. Usually you hear music in those restaurants' restrooms but they are broadcasting teaching lessons. Lolz. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103884106510115746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtSjjadMI6I/AAAAAAAAABA/O-sREmLhWAk/s200/Nichelle+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Got to go back to work in the afternoon later. *sigh* Project to submit today and presentation tomorrow. They just can't give me a break. Regardless, I am still in the mood of getting to Japan. Work hard &amp; play harder. I will be back in SG for 10 days once the Japan tour is done. I will get to see all my great friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103888233973687234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtSnTqdMI8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/TsxC3_8bKQI/s320/Bye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nicholas, Alvin &amp; me. These are my kakis. Alvin had went back to SG, left us since 30 June 2007. This was taken at the Sky Harbour Airport before he boarded the plane. This time leaving will be me &amp;amp; Nicholas to Japan. We will be back to see him again. We will once more party like we were in Las Vegas, Nevada. High life partying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7054786461001158505?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7054786461001158505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7054786461001158505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7054786461001158505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7054786461001158505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around, comes around'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtSjjadMI6I/AAAAAAAAABA/O-sREmLhWAk/s72-c/Nichelle+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-3936007340477424340</id><published>2007-08-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T03:42:58.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat?</title><content type='html'>Music: Diezel - Hypnotic Beat &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragged myself out of bed for Dim-Sum earlier on. Only 4 hours of sleep... Thanks god that I am not driving, my friends came to pick me up. Set off for Great Wall &lt;great&gt;but due to some reason it was closed when we got there, ended up at Golden Buddha &lt;golden&gt;instead. It's quite some time since we ever had Dim-Sum. No matter what food that came up, it was all good because all of us were damn hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about shopping after the meal. It's kind of a routine for us to do on weekends. My last shopping event was about 2 months ago due to working on weekends since. I hardly do any shopping when I was back in SG, only here I will go on a spree. Got myself a Polo Ralph Lauren's polo-tee and a pair of Coach's sneakers today. Cool stuffs. I love them all. I've been working so hard and yet not spending anything on myself is not the way. Sometime, it's just good to pamper myself abit. Enough for today because I will sure to do more shopping over at Tokyo, Japan next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102993596580897650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtF5o6dMI3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/OXuoRkiCoc0/s320/P.F.+Chang%27s+China+Bistro+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dinner was at &lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.F. Chang's China Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Keep hearing from my friends that the food is awesome, so this is the first time I dine there. The food is really good. Splendid Asian cuisines with the taste of Asia. A place of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to hit the club, Radius, at Scottsdale but none have the mood of clubbing as all of us were dead beat. Had been roaming around Phoenix since the morning. I actually "passed out" most of the time when I was in the car. Zzz... Even though tired, nobody wanted to end the day. Come on, it's Saturday night! We decided to chill out over at our Squadron's lounge again. Free flow of alcohols, unlimited rounds of pool, movies or karaoke at the projector screen, PS2 or Xbox on the Plasma TV. What else do you wanna ask for? All were refreshed as we hit the lounge, occupied by those entertainment systems. Managed to have fun till 4.30am, when we finally decided to let our mind &amp;amp; body to rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-3936007340477424340?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3936007340477424340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=3936007340477424340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3936007340477424340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/3936007340477424340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/08/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat?'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtF5o6dMI3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/OXuoRkiCoc0/s72-c/P.F.+Chang%27s+China+Bistro+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-4801154043150143387</id><published>2007-08-25T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:49:50.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little People Everywhere</title><content type='html'>It's a tough week so far. Had been working like more than 12 hours everyday. Got presentation slides to prepare, project to research and to deal with a stupid supervisor, on top of all my daily jobs. Finally the weekend! Just got back home from hanging out with a great friend over at our squadron's lounge. Had some drinks, played some pool and KTV too. A few of us, single guys always will hang out over there after work cause we have nothing much to do anyway for going back home so early. Just a chill out session to keep our mind off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An officer offered me an extension for another 6 months upon the completion of my 25 months detachment here. This question kept me in a dilemma. If the offer was being made 8 months ago, I would had accept it without hesitation, but now we have got 2 useless supervisors that got posted here on December 2006. They are a pain in the ass to work with. They are poor in planning, knowledge, work processes and they always act like they know everything, giving all the wrong information to everybody. All they know is paper talk. They are both good boot-lickers, especially PBL. I can't stand him. I always have the urge to beat him up or to argue with him. He had already committed a crime when he was born, for looking so ugly. Same color as shit, smells like shit, I believe he is shit. Always using his rank to press on others and he likes to prey on the weak. How can I work with these brainless people for another 6 months of extension? No doubt, the pay here is good, but I will be damn unpleasant. Not to say that he will be picking on me cause he knows I am not an easy prey but I just can't stand people with this kind of characteristic. Enough of him. As for another guy, he is a big silly guy. That's it. 2 of them are bad enough to bring down the whole Crew Chief trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still weighing the pros &amp;amp; cons. Lots of issues in my mind. I will discuss it with my friends later since we are meeting up for Dim-Sum, and only if they are interested in hearing me. Gonna catch some sleep. 4 hours left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-4801154043150143387?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4801154043150143387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=4801154043150143387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4801154043150143387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/4801154043150143387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-people-everywhere.html' title='Little People Everywhere'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-1812750617067375263</id><published>2007-08-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:34:15.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear No Evil</title><content type='html'>Just managed to called back home to speak to mum. Seems like there are tonnes of problems happening back home. It's a series of problems, a chain reaction effect. From one leads to another. She always tells me what is going on around the family, updating me everything, complaining to me on some stuff and etc. Always ended up I don't have the opportunity to speak about myself here in the states. Maybe I am a born listener. I am a good listener in fact. I have many coming to me to tell me stuffs, secrets or problems. I am absorbing so many daily. I think to myself, sometimes I just wish to vent myself off but there is nobody there... Everybody is inputting me for solutions or advice. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt; or anybody to hear my words. And even just now at the phone call, when I was about to bring out my problems to my mum, speaking halfway, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt; went flat... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Duhz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, I miss my one and only buddy, Ice. We always hang out, we go everywhere anyhow. Talk about everything anytime. He is my listener (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; he talks most of the time), no doubt he will be there to get me away from the confusions I had in my mind. By the way, we are not gay, he is just my friend since 12 years ago. I guess only he knows me best since only he listens to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103001748428825490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtGBDadMI5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0uzhJxIfIGI/s200/Kent+%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am wearing a mask everyday. People sees me doing good all the time, at work, in life, drives a nice car, getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recognition&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; achievements, telling me that I am doing well but deep down I am putting up with alot of things in life. I don't know or forgot how to express my feelings now. I feel numb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-1812750617067375263?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1812750617067375263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=1812750617067375263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1812750617067375263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/1812750617067375263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/08/hear-no-evil.html' title='Hear No Evil'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/RtGBDadMI5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0uzhJxIfIGI/s72-c/Kent+%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7782145579916112893</id><published>2007-08-20T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:30:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant cycle</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to fill this up in the early hour of dawn when I got home but had received a call from Singapore and ended up kept me away from my keyboard until I went to bed. Yesterday was a lazy saturday until my friends came up knocking on my door to ask me go chill out with them as I haven't been answering their calls since afternoon. (Sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to this club, Barcelona, which is about 45 mins drive away. The drive is a boring one, believe me. I will always be the driver cause I don't drink much, and the rest of my passengers will be sleeping in my car. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed by this guy LWT. He is such a bad &amp; lousy driver. So there were 2 cars heading down, me and moron LWT is driving, he doesn't know how to get there, he should follow my lead. But he didn't. Moron is acting smart and so he sped off, I didn't bother cause I knew he will slow down when he realise that he is a moron again. True enough, he braked. Along the highway, he tailgated me all the way. If I did an emergency brake, I guess I will see him flying out of his windscreen, over my car roof and drop dead infront of my bumper, with his neck in between his steering wheel and the air bag exploding over his moronic head. So much for reaching our destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights up, party's over. We are heading back to our area for supper. LWT doesn't know how to go back. As before, he did the moronic act again. What is he trying to proof? My car can easily beat the crap out of his 'grandpa car'. This time along the highway, he drove beside me, hiding in my blindspot. I can't see his car so I accelerated to get the view, and he did the same, hiding in my blindspot again. I deccelerated, he too did the same. He was on my right side all the way, even when I signal to make an exit, he is still not giving way. I floored my acceleration pedal to dash for the exit. The moment I got out of my car I was trashing him for what he did just now. He still wants to argue back. Until SWC told me to cool off then I let the matter rest. I am not going anywhere next time with that moron driving again. He is 30 years old and I can't believe he is so childish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the moron, as for the place, Barcelona. Everything is good except its crowd. 90% is 35 years old and above, 5% is senior citizen, the remaining is me, my friends and the waitresses. Among all these, there was a large group of Bangladesh, that makes the dancefloor and everywhere stinks~~. Everything was a turn-off except for the band group and the waitresses. I guess, I am getting bored of the clubbing scene... I still likes the dance music, the bass, beats &amp;amp; melody, but somehow I don't have the mood of those people on the dancefloor. I see them screaming, arms in the air dancing, singing to the songs and etc. I can't find the mood anymore. I will rather get a place to sit down, drink and chat than to squeeze around crowds and shouting with loud music in the background to make conversations. It's been 11 years of clubbing since I was 14. Maybe it's time that I am tired of it... Maybe I enjoyed life too early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7782145579916112893?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7782145579916112893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7782145579916112893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7782145579916112893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7782145579916112893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/08/stagnent-cycle.html' title='Stagnant cycle'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709721486281852556.post-7588247817410293864</id><published>2007-08-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:04:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is impossible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rsk4GqdMI1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/q_Jv18w7EJ0/s1600-h/Music+Keeps+You+Safe+From+Harm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100669740100887378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rsk4GqdMI1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/q_Jv18w7EJ0/s320/Music+Keeps+You+Safe+From+Harm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is happening. I am actually writing a blog! Oh my God... The truth I felt about bloggers is that they have too much time on hands and have nothing much important to do. This statement doesn't applies to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;. You can see some of them really put in so much time &amp;amp; efforts on their blogs whereas some of them only take this as an "e-diary" kind of thing to note down their days of their life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young I had never thought of having a diary. I remembered I tried keeping a diary once, but I didn't have much to write about so I guess I threw it away anyway. Now with e-diary, everything seems much simpler. The thing that pushes me to start this is, I guess also the html designs part. I had spent 2 days coming up with designs. Fell asleep in front of the computer desk and got a bad knock on my skull. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have the time to update it daily but I will try as many... Never have much to write since young, never much the same until now... I think of this as a place for me to vent my vexes. Since I have got no soulmate or anybody to hear me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today is a special day for someone... Hope she is enjoying herself. Happy Birthday to you and my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709721486281852556-7588247817410293864?l=kentzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7588247817410293864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6709721486281852556&amp;postID=7588247817410293864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7588247817410293864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709721486281852556/posts/default/7588247817410293864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentzz.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-impossible.html' title='This is impossible...'/><author><name>Kentzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12090256012800617490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9VLt7-Jv0eY/Rsk4GqdMI1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/q_Jv18w7EJ0/s72-c/Music+Keeps+You+Safe+From+Harm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
