<?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-6254331</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:44:45.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy bitch</title><subtitle type='html'>a stupid man doing stupid things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-5689741450967237116</id><published>2007-05-26T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:20:46.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have really moved</title><content type='html'>i have really moved to another place. 

it's &lt;a href="www.cheenaboi.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;

this blog will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be deleted but i have been posting too much in livejournal.

till then.. adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-5689741450967237116?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/5689741450967237116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/5689741450967237116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5689741450967237116' title='i have really moved'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-8247884423033147453</id><published>2007-02-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:48:28.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when school has not started, only thing to while time away is to go travelling (and it is creating a big hole in my pocket!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

(anyway, i have resorted to using picasa to do collages because there are too many pcitures taken and using illustrator/photoshop will kill me and i won't be able to blog so fast too!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

We started day three rather late, after all that tesco-shopping, we had frosties for breakfast, and off we went to &lt;em&gt;Gyeungbokgung&lt;/em&gt; to do some touristy stuff. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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here we are, doing all the idiot actions like posing in the train, acting as though we are deep in thoughts, or something else. Upon reaching, we came across this &lt;em&gt;Pulloman&lt;/em&gt; that is rumored to keep you eternally young upon walking through it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/collage7-1.jpg" /&gt;
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Shortly after, we reached the palace, and us being tourists, began taking pictures with those in costumes and acting like idiots! haha!
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&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/collage8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/collage9-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/collage10-1.jpg" /&gt;
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By the time we were in, the palace didn't seem fantastic anymore (afternote: we went to the wrong palace.. the one which &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; listed in the UNESCO world site). of course we tried to make the best of it and make it seem fun like this...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/Seoul201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

or like this....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Shortly after, we took a brief tour to the museum within the grounds of the palace and went off to meet the other SMU peeps who are in Seoul as well but in Yonsei Uni for dinner. People, meet SQ and Joshua...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


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Koreans have this culture of having 3 rounds of events if they are out with friends. so first stop was dinner at &lt;em&gt;Nolboo&lt;/em&gt;, then off to ktv which is called &lt;em&gt;No Re Bang (pronounced as bung)&lt;/em&gt; and then to drink at this HOF place. HOF places are like restaurants that serves only snacks and beer, so we went there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Remember i told you about me &lt;strong&gt;F-I-N-A-L-L-Y&lt;/strong&gt; located krispy kreme's location in seoul? yah.. it was near yonsei.. (lucky yonsei people who can get to eat krispy kreme like EVERYDAY). ate like 2 on the spot with gillian and On Wah (who SQ calls &lt;em&gt;elma&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The next day, it was documentation time, and i didn't even bother to bring my new baby out.. so it was a boring day at the immigration office (which i even slept).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Today, we went on the city tour organised by the school... it wasn't too bad, but i simply hate the fact that they rushed the entire museum stay (which i by the way, like to sit in front of a exhibit and stare for a while). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Off to lunch at &lt;em&gt;Insa-dong&lt;/em&gt; and then a short walk around there 'cos the show that we were watching has yet to start. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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The highlight of the day got to be the show &lt;strong&gt;JUMP&lt;/strong&gt;. it's like &lt;em&gt;Nantah&lt;/em&gt;, but the martial arts version. These guys remind me of the &lt;em&gt;Banquine&lt;/em&gt; act in &lt;em&gt;Quidam&lt;/em&gt; with all the flipping and somersaults. Photography wasn't allowed inside, so only chance was during the autograph session.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/collage4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Gillian and On Wah are &lt;em&gt;sooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt; into that guy in the picture that they had to take a photo with them, and even when we were doing or laundry just now, they were talking about him.. hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And then it's back to school and the normal life begins. Dinner, (my cheapest so far at 1,500KRW and relatively filling), laundry, blogging, and sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Skiing's on the cards and it shall be on thursday, their national day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

till then, i hope more pictures will be taken...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

for all the pictures taken, you can look at &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2095125287"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Till then, take care people!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-8247884423033147453?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/8247884423033147453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/8247884423033147453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8247884423033147453' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-4085747119414963054</id><published>2007-02-26T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:36:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>duper long update about what has happened so far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


The flight was on Thai Airways (TG 410), from sg -&gt; bkk -&gt; icn. sounds simple enough? no.. it's not.. there's a 3 hour transit at bkk airport. to make our life easier, we went to almost every luxury brand shop like gucci, coach... really no money to buy, so we ended up drinking &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad coffee and hot chocolate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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It was bad weather on that very morning when we arrived in seoul. so bad we couldn't land and we had to fly over to japan to refill and fly back. think i got to enjoy japan? no way. i was simply sitting and sleeping in the plane. bleagh. by the time we reached and settled down in our dorm, it was almost 6pm, mainly thanks to having to drag our luggages up this long slope to the dorm which took us almost 30 mins! ate the most delicious thing that very night called &lt;em&gt;kae-lan-bang&lt;/em&gt; that simply translates to egg bread. it was an egg inside a bread and boiled to perfection. maybe cos we were super duper hungry then, that little piece of bread made us so happy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


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Following which, the next day was orientation and placement test. met On Wah from NUS and we made her do the smu jump. lots of room for improvement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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walked around school and explore the place a bit more. took pictures here and there. (and KU is blardy BIG lah... imagine NUS size... but on a hilly concept). went over to Tesco to get some toiletries that night and we bought so much! and took a cab back.. cos u wouldn;t (like us) want to carry all that load up the hills!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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continuing the story, their food court is quite amazing. haha! big servings at low prices. and i bought a little fire engine as my pillow (cost like 9,900 KRW = 16SGD), while our dear gillian bought a pillow case that cost as much. hahaha!! (she's sure to scold me when she reads about this)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



Next morning was buying-handphone day. us being too early, we went to isaac's to get some really nice toast! yummy! and when we got back to school.. it was graduation season, but this time it's on a much larger scale (cos it's the weekend?).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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it was so crowded that it was fun actually. ate some roadside stalls there, shot a few pictures here and there, and i have to say the way the korean people dresses are quite *ahem*. wearing a silverish suit in the day is a definite big no-no for me.. but they seem to be able to carry it off.
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Met up with SQ (whi is doing exchange in Yonsei, KU's arch rival) and while we were in a shop waiting to register On Wah's phone, we discovered this amazing thing that they have.. they actually have a phone cleaning machine for us. use the vacumm and scented wet wipes. of course, us &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt;s kept taking photos and posing there like idiots while the locals looked at us and i bet they must be luffing like mad inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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another 12 &lt;em&gt;lian-pai&lt;/em&gt;. this time with SQ and Gillian.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



After parting ways with the others, we went over to Dongdaemun to walk around. &lt;em&gt;Para-Para Dance&lt;/em&gt; carpark attendants were dancing at booths to signal to cars, road marshalls doing hip-hop style movements to signal to drivers to slow down... they have it all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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On this stage there was some performances and following there was like some sexy female dancer competition. some were good, some can shake but no looks, others were hot but after a while you realise they cannot really dance. I remember i was only impressed by one of the girl's (not very pretty but she seem to have choreographed her steps). But this is my favourite girl of the nite! she's soooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot! leggy babe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



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think she's russian.. not very sure. but she sure was hot. supermodel kinda hot. hahaha! then we hopped over to some restaurant to eat pork belly bbq. we were really lucky i think.. cos it's a famous shop that has been shot by all the major tv stations in korea. (think the equivalent of citybeat, makansutra and the likes).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



That's what have been happening up till so far. Yet to transfer the pictures from the day before and yesterday. Will update again in time... but....... my newfound joy yesterday was...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;i actually found Krispy Kreme in Seoul!!&lt;/strong&gt; bought a dozen to share for breakfast later... i am such a happy man!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/DSC_0123-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



More updates soon!&lt;br&gt;
OUT!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-4085747119414963054?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/4085747119414963054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/4085747119414963054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4085747119414963054' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-3540977203097725117</id><published>2007-02-26T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:37:59.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a double celebration for me and the baybehs: my farewell and of course ng mui mui's ROM-ed. *surprise surprise* baba tan spotted a new spunky hairstyle (that made her looked like pat mok), bibi lee looks the same, albeit a bit too stressed up from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
dinner at raku ninja (average jap food), followed by a bottle fo yellowtail wine at earshot@esplanade. nice! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
brought along my new baby - Nikon D70s and shot those taiwanese 12 &lt;em&gt;lian-pai&lt;/em&gt; and i must say the effect's really good. of course, without such good sport, the photos wouldn't turn out nice at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
presenting to you my baybehs!(dun you just love how they shake it for the kameera?) (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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(L)(L)(L)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-3540977203097725117?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/3540977203097725117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/3540977203097725117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3540977203097725117' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-3323991047524838663</id><published>2007-02-26T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:25:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>part one. meeting with MR mates and BGS mates.
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j291/engteck/seahstreetdeli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-3323991047524838663?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/3323991047524838663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/3323991047524838663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3323991047524838663' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114489173814957877</id><published>2006-04-13T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:36:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;moove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

For the sake of china, i have moved &lt;a href="http://cheenaboi.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114489173814957877?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114489173814957877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114489173814957877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114489173814957877' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114354159133238954</id><published>2006-03-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:26:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i feel like killing some people now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114354159133238954?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114354159133238954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114354159133238954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114354159133238954' title='kill'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114290517468263652</id><published>2006-03-21T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:39:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha! so funny</title><content type='html'>::&lt;strong&gt;haha! so funny!&lt;/strong&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Mosaic extravaganza&lt;br&gt;
Music festival a success, played to sell-out crowds&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 
Zul Othman&lt;br&gt;
zul@newstoday.com.sg&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 
BIGGER and better definitely sums up this year's Mosaic Festival at the Esplanade.&lt;br&gt;
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Last year's inaugural festival attracted more than 60,000 punters and was considered a milestone by many Singaporean music fans, serving up an eclectic array of musicians ranging from jazz great Shirley Horn to drone rockers Tortoise.
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Not only did this year's edition give other festivals like the annual Womad (World of Music, Arts and Dance) a serious run for their money, punters had none of the problems that plagued Mosaic 2005.
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Held over 10 days, Mosaic Festival 2006 played host to more than 340 artistes from here and abroad, who performed in more than 70 ticketed and free shows around the centre.
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The best part was, the organisers seemed to have learned from last year's missteps, getting the balance right and setting the festival well on its way to becoming one of the highlights of the annual musical calendar.
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According to Esplanade's Director of Programming JP Nathan: "The buzz was palpable at this year's festival, and the energy extended beyond Esplanade into clubs outside."
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"We had excellent feedback from artists and patrons. Just knowing everyone was having a good time ... by the close of the festival the response was amazing — through word of mouth from the opening concerts, more tickets were sold," he added.
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For music fans, the eclectic line-up at this year's event was jaw-dropping: Jazz guitarist Pat Metheny provided an awe-inspiring jazz lesson last Wednesday while Norwegian acoustic practitioners Kings of Convenience wooed a 1,600 strong sell-out crowd a day later with a sterling combination of thrilling melodies and deadpan humour.
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Acid jazz outfit Incognito tore the house down with their raw funk on Mar 12, while Scottish folk singer Eddi Reader wowed the sold-out crowd at her show last Friday with her bittersweet explorations of love and heartbreak.
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Throughout the festival, homegrown and regional bands took to the Nokia Powerhouse and played everything from jazz to hip-hop. On Sunday, Australia-based Singaporean rockers The Suns put on a rousing rock performance while Malaysian ska combo Gerhana Ska Cinta had the fervent crowd grooving.
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More than 80,000 people attended the 10-day festival. "I'll definitely be back next year," said Irish fan Ian Patterson.
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Even the artistes seem pleased.
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"The festival was organised at the highest standard," gushed opening act Maceo Parker.
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"Everyone was wonderful and professional. I've participated in probably thousands of festivals worldwide and I would say this has been an experience to rate in the top five or six."
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"It takes love and commitment to produce this kind of quality."
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&lt;strong&gt;Uptight security and ushers aside&lt;/strong&gt;, this year's Mosaic came off without a hitch. Just a few minor tweaks and Singapore will have a music festival with the potential to be the region's best.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114290517468263652?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114290517468263652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114290517468263652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114290517468263652' title='haha! so funny'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114247394502351880</id><published>2006-03-16T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:52:25.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like no. 9</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i like no. 9&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Engteck&amp;gender=m" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Engteck!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes 17 muscles to smile, and 43 to frown at engteck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from engteck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engteck is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engteck was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marie Antoinette never said 'let them eat cake' - this is a mistranslation of 'let them eat engteck'!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 100 people choke to death on engteck each year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only fifty-five percent of men wash their hands after using engteck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engteck has only one weakness - the colour yellow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you cut engteck in half and count the number of seeds inside, you will know how many children you are going to have!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engteck is 984 feet tall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114247394502351880?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114247394502351880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114247394502351880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114247394502351880' title='i like no. 9'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114232400917774669</id><published>2006-03-14T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:13:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pata  pata</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;farewell to the grand dame&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Pata Pata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Saguguka sathi beka&lt;br&gt;
(Nantsi, pata pata)&lt;br&gt;
Saguguka sathi beka&lt;br&gt;
(Yiyo, pata pata)&lt;br&gt;
Yi yo mama yiyo mama&lt;br&gt;
(Nantsi, pata pata)&lt;br&gt;
Yi yo mama yiyo mama&lt;br&gt;
(Yiyo, pata pata)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Pata Pata is the name of a dance&lt;br&gt;
We did down Gauteng* way&lt;br&gt;
Everybody starts to move&lt;br&gt;
As soon as Pata Pata begins to play&lt;br&gt;
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Every Friday and Saturday night&lt;br&gt;
Its Pata Pata time&lt;br&gt;
The music keeps going on and on&lt;br&gt;
Till the morning sun begins to shine&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114232400917774669?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114232400917774669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114232400917774669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114232400917774669' title='pata  pata'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114105816333675872</id><published>2006-02-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:36:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my best friend, june</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to my best friend, june&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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When i dialled the number for &lt;em&gt;GownGarGownPya&lt;/em&gt;, it just hit me that she seems to be the only best friend i am left with. And all of a sudden, i realised we have known each other for 10 years.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 freaking long years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Seriously, friends come and go, and i have realised it over the years. All the childish things that we wrote in each other's autograph books are merely words, with no weight and promise in them. But miraculously, she has become my best friend for the past 10 years, albeit the pissing-off-each-other situation we had. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Right now, i feel alone. All so alone. Just me left here. June's moved over to her new place and i both happy and sad. Happy being that her business has taken off and she has a wonderful boyfriend taking care of her; sad because she is living so far away from me, and coming home is going to be so difficult. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Her moving away implies many more things. No more cab sharing when we go out late at night; no more meeting at tamako for meals. It is as though our memories together have been brought away with her moving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Seeing her just now after such a long time, it was really nice. My love for her still remains very much the same over the years; and i hope we will be friends for the rest of our lives. This is especially poignant after working for the funeral service of the ex DPM and LKY mentioned that his friend couldn;t recognise him anymore when he went to visit him. This is a guy who have fought and battled with LKY in the founding years of SG. I likened june to him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And this post is specially dedicated to you, my best friend. thanks for always being there for me. &lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114105816333675872?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114105816333675872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114105816333675872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114105816333675872' title='to my best friend, june'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-114075799380624530</id><published>2006-02-24T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:13:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freaky kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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i have the weirdest of friends. &lt;br&gt;
trust me. i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Within a span of 10 mins, i have 2 beautiful friend telling me these:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;sourmilk : i am trying to prevent myself from stabbing myself&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
chubblez: i dig the rubbish de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
so now you know where i got my weird vibes from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-114075799380624530?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114075799380624530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/114075799380624530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114075799380624530' title='freaky kids'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113996689277262315</id><published>2006-02-15T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:28:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homecooked food drought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;homecooked food drought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Starting from tonite, i will be so deprived of homecooked food. even though it is just a simple meal of fried eggs and canned food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bread&lt;/span&gt; shall be the replacement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113996689277262315?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113996689277262315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113996689277262315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113996689277262315' title='homecooked food drought'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113988828942335981</id><published>2006-02-14T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:43:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my latest fascination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6dc32b3127cce9761f28bd1a500000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly away - Corrine May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When will you be home?" she asks&lt;br&gt;
as we watch the planes take off&lt;br&gt;
We both know we have no clear answer &lt;br&gt;
to where my dreams may lead&lt;br&gt;
She's watched me as I crawled and stumbled&lt;br&gt;
As a child, she was my world&lt;br&gt;
And now to let me go, I know she bleeds &lt;br&gt;
and yet she says to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You can fly so high&lt;br&gt;
Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br&gt;
I'll be praying every step along the way&lt;br&gt;
Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br&gt;
I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br&gt;
Baby fly away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Autumn leaves fell into spring time and&lt;br&gt;
Silver-painted hair&lt;br&gt;
Daddy called one evening saying&lt;br&gt;
"We need you. Please come back"&lt;br&gt;
When I saw her laying in her bed&lt;br&gt;
Fragile as a child &lt;br&gt;
Pale just like an angel taking flight&lt;br&gt;
I held her as I cried&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You can fly so high&lt;br&gt;
Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br&gt;
I'll be praying every step along the way&lt;br&gt;
Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br&gt;
I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br&gt;
Baby fly away&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
old song, but watching her in concert brings back memories for this song. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;sweet memories in fact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113988828942335981?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113988828942335981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113988828942335981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113988828942335981' title='my latest fascination'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113988545891251992</id><published>2006-02-14T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:54:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting online freaks me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;getting online freaks me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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This is definitely one email that i dun wish to receive and worst of all, share my photos with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Nonetheless, it's already week 7 in school, yet i am living as though it is week 3 or even earlier.Instead of doing assignments and having project discussions, this term seems to be so relaxing( or maybe i am just in denial to do any work) that it is kinda freaking me out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
However, what is freaking me out are the things that i am seeing on friendster. After not logging on for a super long time, i decided to log on yesterday during class as class was really boring and the worse being half the class was missing due to patron's day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Looking through my friends' profiles were fun. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shocking&lt;/span&gt; as well. Found out some of my friends are already modelling when they didn't have the looks last time, some of them married and  I wasn't even invited (not that i even want it cos got to give red packet), some friends are taking nude pictures of themselves, and my cousins having photos with their girlfriends that i think my auntie would not approve of.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Talk about being lucky. my friend got himself a sugar daddy. haha!! (i know you are reading this). feel happy for him lah... since he have had a really bad relationship the last time round, and he is actually happy now. so i am going to give him my blessings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Talk about being weird. a friend( actually dun really consider him as a friend but he happens to be on my list for a weird reason) msg me last night and ask if i was free.  Even though i was doing my assignment (more like playing scrabble online), i ask him what he wanted. Apparently, he was rejected when he went for the SI auditions and was feeling sad. At the same time, he was looking for people to comment on his voice. He didn't sing too badly (i heard it over the audio conversation on msn) but it was too husky and forceful to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Told him that it didn't work for me (suddenly the simon cowell in me stepped in) as it was too forceful and singing should be as natural as it can be. Furthermore, he sang a song that i had never heard before, so i couldn't tell him whether he was in sync, in pitch or any thing else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Sensing he would have taken the hint from me to &lt;em&gt;you know, stop singing&lt;/em&gt;, he msg me abt 15 mins later, asking for another chance for me to judge. His reason : he heard a lot of feedback in his earphone and thought that it might hinder the performance that he gave me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i said i was busy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
what an eventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113988545891251992?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113988545891251992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113988545891251992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113988545891251992' title='getting online freaks me out'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113846310036240545</id><published>2006-01-28T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:45:00.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1596/313/1600/DSC0008711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1596/313/320/DSC0008711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;i have the urge to want to dance &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113846310036240545?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113846310036240545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113846310036240545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113846310036240545' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113706059693232857</id><published>2006-01-12T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:11:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong! taiwan! part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hong kong! taiwan! part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


click &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2114868227"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the full set of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113706059693232857?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113706059693232857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113706059693232857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113706059693232857' title='hong kong! taiwan! part 2'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113704354425028817</id><published>2006-01-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:25:44.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this came in the email today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this came in the email today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Hie All,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 
Im XXX from Wednesday Class. As i do not know of anyone
in the class, is there anyone willing to form a group together with me included in it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 
Im a person who really works, studies and cooperate with others,
so do not worry that if im a person who just lazes around and depend on others.
 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I look forward to working with you guys/gals in a team.&lt;br&gt;
Thank you for your kind attention.
 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Have an enjoyable Chinese New Year~&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt; 
Rgds,&lt;br&gt;
XXX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
the things people really do.. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113704354425028817?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113704354425028817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113704354425028817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113704354425028817' title='this came in the email today...'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113696886397383845</id><published>2006-01-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:46:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong! taiwan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hong kong! taiwan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


woot! been ages since i last posted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; here. here are the highlights of my hong kong-taiwan trip!
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on the bus to the hotel..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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finally meeting the hongkong babies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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her makeshift belated "birthday cake". but it's yummy mashed potato by baba lee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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their christmas presents&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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first stop!! DIM SUM!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df24b3127cce963d78230f0c00000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
food! glorious food!
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df24b3127cce963d7fec4f5800000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
went with baba to have her eye checked!
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think this is mongkok. the girls trying to do the pose of KL's Chinatown
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she is actually happy abt the mango-filled mochi
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our tudung face massage routine
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1e5b2bc3700000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
signs! and more signs!
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1fa01fc1300000015108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
shenzhen!
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what else rite? central of course lah!
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my fav pic of the trip.. on the way up to the peak
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up on the peak. look at how cold we are.
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off to LKF
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then off to take the boat/ship
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overnight KTV!
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@festival walk's ice skating rink
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@ festival walk
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@ festival walk part 2
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Taiwan!!&lt;/span&gt;
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@ dan shui
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dan shui again
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playing childhood games.. i actually caught 2 fishes!
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1f319bc9700000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
along one of the streets
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xiao bai!!
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the MRT cards.. notice the nice ji mi's design
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chicken little!
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off to bei tou to soak in hot spring.. where we all got high and sedated
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1f1493df600000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
outside the toilet of 101
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1f6ee7dca00000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1f693fc8700000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;
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off to clubbing but couldn;t find the place, so stop by this quaint little place call yi hong yuan...
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and they served this very very nice yakult freeze thingy (bing sha)
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&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6df31b3127cce96d1f46d7d4800000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
CKS memorial hall
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wind was huge that day.. see how bibi is trying to fight against the wind!
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well that's it. thinking of doing a post on the best of 2005. wait till i have more time and energy then.
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off to bed again! hiak hiak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113696886397383845?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113696886397383845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113696886397383845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113696886397383845' title='hong kong! taiwan!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113387992171055214</id><published>2005-12-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:59:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the problems with parents</title><content type='html'>::&lt;strong&gt;the problem with parents&lt;/strong&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
They never realise and remember the same mistakes that they committed, yet when they scold for the same mistake, they go on and on as though they are saints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113387992171055214?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113387992171055214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113387992171055214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113387992171055214' title='the problems with parents'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113330708731480478</id><published>2005-11-30T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:32:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy of counting down</title><content type='html'>::&lt;strong&gt;the joy of counting down&lt;/strong&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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After waiting for so long, the wait has now been reduced to a double digit with a "1" in front. And to celebrate this, me and mt decided to call upon the cute little emoticons we have (&lt;em&gt;or rather just me lah&lt;/em&gt;) to celebrate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/6254331-113330708731480478?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113330708731480478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113330708731480478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113330708731480478' title='the joy of counting down'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113310202470947989</id><published>2005-11-27T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:33:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese pop whore</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese pop whore&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt; call me one! i dun care.&lt;br&gt;


for the record, i have spent like 200 bucks on concert tickets for mayday and sun yanzi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dec 10th and Jan 14th.&lt;/span&gt; woot!
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btw, it's going to be just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 weeks&lt;/span&gt; before we step on the land of the dimsum!!
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bwhahahha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113310202470947989?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113310202470947989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113310202470947989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113310202470947989' title='chinese pop whore'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113237509626528974</id><published>2005-11-19T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:38:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm turning into such a geek</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm turning into such a geek&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I never thought i will be saying this, but i am currently in the national library doing my research for a paper and it's due in 2 days time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The view here is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! lounging on the couch typing away on my laptop, listening to omara (omg! u guys have to try listening to her.. she is so calming), and having the entire city hall view right in front of me. the view from the sch library is great, but this place beats the school library hands down i tell you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
On a different note, i think the blogging circle is dying soon.. the fad is gonna be over soon.. so many of my favourite blogs are closing down due to people leaving bad comments (not everybody is like xiaxue u know?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
think some people are just too idiotic to leave hurtful comments and complain just about ANYTHING.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
remembering an article on &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; i read the other day, this &lt;em&gt;very nice and thoughtful&lt;/em&gt; singaporean wrote in questioning on how well prepared the government is against the flu epidemic. But read between the lines, all he is complaining about how he is unable to get a flu jab when he is going to china for business (c'mon man!!! the whole world isn't getting any jabs either.. u die, we all die together lor!). what an idiot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
so anyway, this entry is so random (feeling a bit high from the voice of omara) and it's gonan be 2 more weeks before sch ends.. and 30 days to HK!!! woot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
see you baybehs in HK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113237509626528974?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113237509626528974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113237509626528974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113237509626528974' title='i&apos;m turning into such a geek'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113203832569589917</id><published>2005-11-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:05:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipated</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anticipated&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cf35b3127cce9511b936a0f100000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
giving up all revision for tmr&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;*sniggers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113203832569589917?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113203832569589917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113203832569589917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113203832569589917' title='anticipated'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113143441163409999</id><published>2005-11-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:20:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just have to blog this down</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i just have to blog this down&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Finally there's no more china module.. it has finally ended. but while on msn with my classmate, i said this about my presentation flow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;center&gt;"&lt;em&gt;my presentation is like a b-grade cannot-make-it sexy movie. You start off playing the tape and then u just watch. then you get irritated with the show because it's so normal and u try to fast forward a bit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Then suddenly, you saw a sexy scene (of people making out) and you decided to wank to it so u slow-mo it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
slow motion&lt;br&gt;slow motion&lt;br&gt;slow motion&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
then the scene end!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and you are hungry for more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
so u fast forward the tape... trying to look for another scene cos u haven't climax yet. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and you go faster... and faster... and faster...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and before u know it, the tape has ended."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
woot! i am so weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113143441163409999?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113143441163409999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113143441163409999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113143441163409999' title='i just have to blog this down'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-113029128407386702</id><published>2005-10-26T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:48:04.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blue moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
taking a break from blogging was fun actually.  no need to bother about what i write, no need to bother about how people feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
wondered what really spurred me on to write this entry, bored in class? maybe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Received an email from someone who i spoke about in my previous entries. somehow or rather, i feel that i am like xiaxue, where people are offended by what we say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
seriously, isn't blog a personal space? (other than the fact that some racist comments or comments that are detrimental to the society should not be posted) we all have our own perceptions of how things are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
dun assume that i write those because i dun know anything about what you are doing. assumptions make an ass out of urself. people who know my past will know that i am involved in your kind of activities before and i am a dancer myself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
being what you are is your own choice. you perform, people judge. just because i am not an official judge and you are not in an official competition doesn't give me the right to NOT judge. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i stand by my views, and i hope you( if you are even reading this) to stop writing uber politically correct emails when u just want to tell me that i am wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;what floats my boat now may just be 54 days more to hongkong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-113029128407386702?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113029128407386702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/113029128407386702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113029128407386702' title='blue moon'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112779450850198018</id><published>2005-09-27T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:15:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going on a hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;going on a hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
What's the point of blogging when it's all sad news?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
going on a hiatus while i picked up the pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112779450850198018?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112779450850198018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112779450850198018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112779450850198018' title='going on a hiatus'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112746947238157419</id><published>2005-09-23T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:57:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i hate myself for being so&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;fucking arrogant&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112746947238157419?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112746947238157419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112746947238157419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112746947238157419' title='i hate myself'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112729238495838415</id><published>2005-09-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:46:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digging my own grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;digging my own grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;0830hrs&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
0830hrs classes are crazy, and i have them 4 days a week, C-O-N-T-I-N-U-O-S-L-Y.&lt;br&gt;
Finding myself struggling to wake up every morning, especially when i dun even get to sleep by like 2200hrs is torturous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i swear to myself: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;no more 0830hrs classes for me unless BOSS fails me again&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112729238495838415?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112729238495838415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112729238495838415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112729238495838415' title='digging my own grave'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112719955689530041</id><published>2005-09-20T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:59:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so what is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;s&gt;I wonder what;s really wrong with me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Been so freaking lethargic and slacking off in school. &lt;em&gt;bad boy engteck&lt;/em&gt;, as many will tell me. you can point all your fingers and say why haven't i psych myself up to work harder, work smarter and work faster?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I tried&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Feeling really tired of the fact that most of my friends are away from me and all we can have are conversations online. and the fact that petrol prices have been rocketing doesn;t really help since i can actually drive down to PGP and look for tpl the froggie to tok cock all nite long.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Am i portraying such a sad and depressed front? been receiving smses from tpl asking me if i am alright, checking on me if i am fine. friends have been asking me oso if i am ok when i give monosyllabic answers online. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I'm alright. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
just give me a ticket to fly to any part of the world (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not certain countries though&lt;/span&gt;) and i will be happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/s&gt;
and seriously, i dun even know what i am toking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112719955689530041?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112719955689530041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112719955689530041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112719955689530041' title='so what is wrong with me?'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112718003282936603</id><published>2005-09-20T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:35:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, i think i'm weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ok, i think i'm weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
While i can't wait to ORD abt 15 months ago, i am actually missing green and hanging out with my platoon mates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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haiz, the grass is always &lt;strong&gt;greener&lt;/strong&gt; on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112718003282936603?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112718003282936603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112718003282936603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112718003282936603' title='ok, i think i&apos;m weird'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112712561084270715</id><published>2005-09-19T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:26:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to seeing 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 more days to seeing 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Seeing the girls in hk having so much fun makes me so wanna go over to hk like .....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N-O-W&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's just 91 more days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
School's getting busier, and hasn't been going very well. Work is taking a strain on me and i gotta start slacking at work. It just makes me realised how lucky i am when i didn;t have to work to earn my keep then and was just living off my parents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Was in school today and watched probably the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;W-O-R-S-T&lt;/span&gt; cheer performance by our very own b***b*tic sapphires. all teh shreaking and little cutesy jumps didn't help and the worst of all, their moves were so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nuah&lt;/span&gt;, their screams were so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nuah&lt;/span&gt;, and their formation failed in the end - somebody fell &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;on her back&lt;/span&gt; and the structure just collapsed. simply stated, the just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
alritey, gotta head back to my books. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to my dear friend, &lt;br&gt;
i'm glad we talked it over and you telling me the whole story. It wasn't easy for you, and maybe I was too forceful in wanting you to tell me. But nonetheless, i'm glad we talked through it and you have my best wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112712561084270715?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112712561084270715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112712561084270715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112712561084270715' title='2 more days to seeing 8'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112660484321607356</id><published>2005-09-13T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:24:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are so many idiots in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;there are so many idiots in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
who in the world flames somebody on the victim's friend's blog?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;IDIOTS! LOSERS! COWARDS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and if you idiots dare to comment even further in my comment box, i therefore put a curse on you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
if you are a girl: may u have boils in ur pussy and filled with pus, and never recoverable, and you will spread it to anyone u have sex with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
if you are a guy: may u have premature ejaculation and ur dick shrinks everytime u think of putting revenge on me or countering my curse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
if you are an animal (which i think u should be since you do not have a name to leave behind), hope u will remain an animal for the rest of ur subsequent reincarnations and be a useful thing to mankind. or maybe you should just be a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pile of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;DON'T YOU EVER MESS WITH ME&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112660484321607356?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112660484321607356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112660484321607356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112660484321607356' title='there are so many idiots in the world'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112656752015752331</id><published>2005-09-13T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:04:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel overworked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i feel overworked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The first few weeks of school have been such a whirlwind that i hardly have time for me-time. Daily schedule revolves around &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Working at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quidam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt; has been a blast though, albeit the occasional swearing and cursing from irate customers who think they are the kings and queens of the world. Made some really nice and funny friends, and they hoover between esplanade and cirque too! woot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
School has been a bit sian, but generally it's fine though. And things are gonna start picking up speed and i guess i won;t be working in cirque that frequent anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Somehow or rather, i must have been a cow/bull/ant/watever-animal-that-works-a-lot in my previous life. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am such a born workaholic&lt;/span&gt; and i like my life now - working every single minute and feeling the adrenlin rush.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
However, last night, i suddenly felt overworked. And I thought to myself : why am i doing this to myself?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have no answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d733b3127cce945710fac5a700000016108IcNGLhqxbS&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Instead, god(s) of all religions: please bestow me with the power to strive on!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112656752015752331?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112656752015752331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112656752015752331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112656752015752331' title='i feel overworked'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112653303002168486</id><published>2005-09-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:50:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;long overdue post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
time for me to post a picture up after so long.&lt;br&gt;
Jac flew off abt 3 weeks ago, and the gang (abt 1/4 of us) turned up at the airport at 6am to send her off. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d733b3127cce9454051ae50100000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
man! we all look damn tired. cos we basically did convocation the night before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
starting to miss the gang already. all over the place, and school's so big and sparse that we evn hardly see each other unless we are in the same class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112653303002168486?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112653303002168486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112653303002168486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653303002168486' title='long overdue post'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112644722301216328</id><published>2005-09-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:00:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally a double digit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;finally a double digit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;99 days&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
to be exact, before i hop on to the plane to the land of the dim sum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112644722301216328?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112644722301216328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112644722301216328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644722301216328' title='finally a double digit'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112548041305415413</id><published>2005-08-31T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:26:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trivia of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trivia of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
As i went for my break and to the toilet, i was shocked and surprised to see my trivia of the day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;shit stains be found on the seat cover in a male toilet (or maybe even a female toilet)?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
please enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112548041305415413?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112548041305415413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112548041305415413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548041305415413' title='trivia of the day'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112528940700646226</id><published>2005-08-29T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:23:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bopi works</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the bopi works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I think what goes around, really do comes around (&lt;em&gt;or izzit the other way round&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;i got all my bids&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and the best of all, my bids are all around the lowest of all. Yippee! Thanks to all who have been consoling me, and telling me that it will work. &lt;strong&gt;*muacks*&lt;/strong&gt; to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112528940700646226?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112528940700646226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112528940700646226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528940700646226' title='the bopi works'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112524054833262504</id><published>2005-08-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:49:08.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i really want now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all i really want now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;someone to hug me to sleep, to heal my empty heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112524054833262504?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112524054833262504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112524054833262504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112524054833262504' title='all i really want now'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112524030805124866</id><published>2005-08-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:45:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost, really lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lost, really lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It never hit me the way it hit tpl on the fact that we have only the two of us to depend on for everything weird and fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Sending three friends of within 4 hours is no joke. And all of a sudden, i am lost; lost in the fact that a large part of my life is overseas, and the lack of people to talk to or bitch to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
113 days will be, and it will be, before i see my babies, and much later when i see kai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Made a pact with myself and tpl that we will work so hard, be it work or studies, and we'll make sure our trip will be worth our hard work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
meanwhile, i am just lost, lost in the company of friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112524030805124866?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112524030805124866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112524030805124866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112524030805124866' title='lost, really lost'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112493302424197566</id><published>2005-08-25T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:23:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSS woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::BOSS woes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I find myself opening my net browser, furiously checking BOSS everytime to see if more people are dropping the module (which really spells good news to me because i can bid lower).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Did i bid too high? (which is plain stupid to bid 40 bucks for a module which others were pre-assigned); or did i simply bid too low? (cos too many people are bidding for that bloody &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; module)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
All these will end within &lt;strong&gt;26 hrs and 40 mins&lt;/strong&gt; and panic will arrive in about 2-3 days later when they announce the bidding results&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;PLEASE!!!!&lt;/h2&gt; gods of all nature/religion/gender/kind, please &lt;em&gt;bopi&lt;/em&gt; me with all your powers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112493302424197566?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112493302424197566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112493302424197566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112493302424197566' title='BOSS woes'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112489121670013208</id><published>2005-08-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:46:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recap recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::recap recap::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
of happier times, i realised the babies do look good and spiffy, even though we are togged in the most &lt;s&gt;casual&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOK KOK&lt;/span&gt; clothes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d605b3127cce93f79a9773b200000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;this must be like 1230am in the morning&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and for a moment, reality hit me. in about a few more days (maybe around 4), 2 of them wil be gone in hongkong, and leaving only me and tpl, stuck and sick of school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
see you 2 babies in december&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112489121670013208?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112489121670013208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112489121670013208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112489121670013208' title='recap recap'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112489062116807763</id><published>2005-08-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:37:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going to hate school for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::going to hate school for a while::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
the day when i stop hating school, will be the day i get my bids.&lt;br&gt;
In the meantime, i &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt;hate smu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112489062116807763?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112489062116807763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112489062116807763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112489062116807763' title='going to hate school for a while'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112401587623893897</id><published>2005-08-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:41:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RRT : Special Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RRT : Special Edition&lt;br&gt;

sora tan's 22nd froggie-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


In a bid to let sora tan enjoy her 22nd birthday, (since i never celebrate her 21st), &lt;em&gt;cream&lt;/em&gt; was at home, and i tot "&lt;em&gt;let's have our rrt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


so with &lt;em&gt;cream&lt;/em&gt;, mt (pity lwr couldn't make it), we drove out to the shanghai xiao chi place for dinner (a place where tpl wanted to go such a &lt;em&gt;loooooooooooooooong&lt;/em&gt; time ago)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d635b3127cce933fb3742bda00000015108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
satisfied tpl in front of the shop&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


food was surprisingly good (actually only the 2 of them going gaga over the food, i just tot it was not too bad),though i tot the lady boss was flirting with me, standing in awkward positions while asking for my order.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d635b3127cce933fb30faa9100000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;

food! glorious food!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


airport's coffee bean was on the cards next, and whole load of weird things happened inside the car, that left us luffing like mad. flashes from the camera must have left the motorists on PIE wondering whether they were caught for speeding cos mt was busy taking pictures of tpl being "humped" by &lt;em&gt;shopan toku&lt;/em&gt;-san.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d635b3127cce933fb3d3aa4d00000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;

whole lot of froggie pimpin' the world &lt;em&gt;siall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


it wasn;t exactly midnight like how we used to go to the aiport for coffee and tea, and the airport was freakign crowded, and our dear bday girl decided to let &lt;em&gt;shopan toku&lt;/em&gt;-san be perched on her head and walk around the busiest and best airport in the world. people were staring as though she was a busker i tell you. (if any chance that either me or mt were carrying a container, we would have gotten some money).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


over at macs (coffee bean was too crowded to even find a single seat sial), we decided to bring &lt;em&gt;shopan toku&lt;/em&gt;-san round the world, or they called it "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopan toku-san goes pimpin' round the world&lt;/span&gt;", where the frog went to so many countries within a few minutes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d635b3127cce933fbc336b0200000016108IcNGLhqxbS" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Happy birthday babe! and hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. &lt;strong&gt;*insert all possible birthday wishes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


full set of pictures are &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=2122351423"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112401587623893897?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112401587623893897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112401587623893897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112401587623893897' title='RRT : Special Edition'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112377912928985101</id><published>2005-08-12T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:54:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my farewell gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my farewell gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
my colleagues at ck got me this as a farewell gift on my last day.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how apt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d630b3127cce930b928f11c000000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
weird how i look like et. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
long neck&lt;br&gt;
long fingers&lt;br&gt;
basically &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;just long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112377912928985101?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112377912928985101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112377912928985101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112377912928985101' title='my farewell gift'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112377899748484087</id><published>2005-08-12T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:17:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's confirmed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's confirmed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
we are so gonna rock hongkong, and taiwan (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though the tickets for taiwan have not been bought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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see you girls in hk!&lt;br&gt;
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phew! so much cobwebs on this blog. guess it's really time to post one long entry to make up for the missing-in-action time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
life has been great since national day, cos i have finally quitted my job as a sales assistant. work has been fun actually, but just cannot take it anymore for various reasons (read: irritating customers and not-so-considerate colleagues)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
anyway, a few update since the last entry, smu finally moved to the new campus, and of course we were there to witness it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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a concert was held in the sch library (how cool is that?!) with performances by electrico and eic and our own smu bands. felt emotions rushing when eic sang closing time, and i just have to hug my two babies while they were singing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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then we started going round school and peel off signages for momentos and i got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classroom 4&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dean of business&lt;/span&gt;. woot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and so the next morning, the 3 of us have to forced ourselves out of bed to take part in the walk to the city. even though we kept complaining about how early and how tired we were, boy were we glad that we did it cos it was so fun. colourful balloons, walking behind ho kwon ping, and having the traffic stop for all of us - historical i must say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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finally reached the new campus and it is so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bee-yoo-tee-ful&lt;/span&gt;! we finally have a home to call our own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
alright, i'm tired. more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112377777647483649?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112377777647483649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112377777647483649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112377777647483649' title='clearing the cobwebs'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112190494892750326</id><published>2005-07-21T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T08:15:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trivia of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trivia of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
In the retail line, it is not easy to be able to go home on a happy note. and so my fix to this is always a bottle of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;snapple&lt;/span&gt; on my way home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
sugar rush, and best of all, a trivia of the day.&lt;br&gt;
and mine last night reads...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;the attention span of a goldfish is 3 seconds&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
sounds so like some one i know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
off to work in another 5 mins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112190494892750326?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112190494892750326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112190494892750326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112190494892750326' title='trivia of the day'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112147195447065230</id><published>2005-07-16T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T07:59:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a coincidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what a coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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my mom says we have the same teeth. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112147195447065230?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112147195447065230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112147195447065230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112147195447065230' title='what a coincidence'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112138795245987479</id><published>2005-07-15T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T08:39:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The koreans are the funniest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The koreans are the funniest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
As promised, i have to tell you guys why &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the koreans are the funniest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
This korean couple has been coming in day after day to try on the same outfit, and not buying.&lt;br&gt;
So one fine day, i knock on the wrong door of the fitting room, thinking it was another customer of mine. So it went like this...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*knock knock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and guess what...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the person KNOCKED back and responded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
so stupid and silly rite?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112138795245987479?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112138795245987479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112138795245987479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112138795245987479' title='The koreans are the funniest'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112130463870499989</id><published>2005-07-14T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:30:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i swear i will take my revenge on them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i swear i will take my revenge on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
When people say that "the customer is always right", i would laugh at them and say "FUCK YOU".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
working at cK doesn't really help avoid them even those it's an expensive place. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They come by the hordes, and very much like 50 a day&lt;/span&gt;. so freaky and scared of them now, i cringed whenever i hear the accent. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Firstly, they carry branded bags like LV or Gucci, with those really prominent monograms that u know that it's branded the moment u see them, and then act as though they are really rich, and demand to try so many clothes and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; buy them, making us do so much extra work. in retail line, we call them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CHUAN-DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Secondly, they speak in such bad chinese (and they call themselves China-chinese), that i really want to slap them. not as though my chinese is perfect, but i try to be professional and speak in the most perfect chinese&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and they are so fucking rude and crude! fucking bitches and bastards. they simply just buy for the sake of the brand. and they buy only those which u can see the word ck from like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100km&lt;/span&gt; away, as big as that. bloody show offs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i am so sick of them now that i avoid serving china customers. singaporean customers and the rest are much nicer, albeit some are eqally bad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and the koreans are weird customers.&lt;br&gt;
more abt that in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112130463870499989?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112130463870499989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112130463870499989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112130463870499989' title='i swear i will take my revenge on them'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112095516951307305</id><published>2005-07-10T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T08:26:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i feel depressed.&lt;br&gt;
i feel tired&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i just want to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-112095516951307305?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112095516951307305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/112095516951307305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112095516951307305' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-112018048912564958</id><published>2005-07-01T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:14:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*smiles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i'm probably the last to gush over the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so-out-of-the-world-randomness&lt;/span&gt; road trips that have happened over the past few days with my babies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The routes are all so routinal.&lt;br&gt;
town, get lost in ecp, tampines, then pie, then yishun and back home.&lt;br&gt;
yet, beautiful memories are formed within these short trips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i know my babies are not the only ones who care fore me, and ever since i have started working at the goddamnforsaken place, i have neglected some of my other close friends too.. damn!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
On another thought, school's starting soon. working has made me so want to go back to school and sit around, especially in the beautiful new campus that we are going to have&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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nothing beats company yah? maybe except good sex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111994652526721172?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111994652526721172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111994652526721172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111994652526721172' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111965899082007504</id><published>2005-06-25T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:23:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;random updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
have started work for the past 2 weeks, and been real busy that i have no time to blog. &lt;br&gt;daily's schedule&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
8am: wake up&lt;br&gt;
9am: leave for work&lt;br&gt;
10am: starts to fold clothes&lt;br&gt;
6pm/9pm: go home&lt;br&gt;
10pm: sleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
nothing really much, except that i see how rich some singaporean kids are, doesn't even bat an eyelid when a bottom (read: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;F-U-G-L-Y&lt;/span&gt;)costs around 200 SGD? and they can still whip out their credit cards and say: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'll get it&lt;/span&gt;, or in another case, (screaming franctically over the phone to another rich kid)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my LV bag is here, my LV bag is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and as much as i dun have anything against rich people (their parents work hard for it), some rich tai tais really pissed me off yesterday, saying i made a wrong recommendation and causing her to make the wrong purchase&lt;br&gt; and having a ah lian from ur secondary as ur superior doesn;t really help as she just came over and scolded me, without making clear of the facts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
bitches bitches bitches&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
anyway, the thing that cheered me up today was lilot's back! but my dear lilot!! i'm so sorry, my phone was on silent mode and i didn't hear it at all! so sorry!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
anyway, got to go work now.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shrugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111965899082007504?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111965899082007504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111965899082007504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111965899082007504' title='random updates'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111795770413361810</id><published>2005-06-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:48:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling sad that it's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;feeling sad that it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Remember the endless amount of thick hershey chocolate syrup? with the little juicy watermelon/ honeydew balls? and who can forget the little &lt;em&gt;atapchee&lt;/em&gt;that all councillors (except for me) will fight for using the little plastic spoons with all their lives?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
This is a tribute post to the wonderful &lt;strong&gt;AJ ICE&lt;/strong&gt;. found out they have stopped production (&lt;em&gt;read: T-O-T-A-L-L-Y&lt;/em&gt;) today when we had our little platoon gathering. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
for those of you who have no idea what this is about.. breif introduction of AJ Ice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
it started about a decade or two back and it was said that the daughter of the boss studied in AJ and one fine day the councillors came by the stall and propose the idea of AJ Ice and hope to have it as a symbol of AJ. So AJ Ice was born and it was like this representation of AJC&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Beautiful memories surrounded the AJ Ice stall (&lt;em&gt;Ang Mo Kio Central Hawker Centre &lt;strong&gt;37 Desserts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, especially with my council. When i heard the news, i was so stunned and i kept asking the uncle &lt;em&gt;why?! why?! why?!&lt;/em&gt;. But all he could say was "&lt;em&gt;mei you wei shen me&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
For all the reasons why, all i can say is that AJ Ice will be missed by all, and hope they will not take away the other dessert &lt;em&gt;luan 7 8 zhao&lt;/em&gt; away, another hidden piece of the history of AJC. and all memories i have of this dessert now is this low resolution picture taken with my camera phone 2 years ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111795770413361810?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111795770413361810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111795770413361810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111795770413361810' title='feeling sad that it&apos;s gone'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111793742581240151</id><published>2005-06-05T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:10:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so random i cannot take it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so random i cannot take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d825b3127cce91a9efed89b300000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ever since school has ended, i have been living in the US time zone (well almost). Sleeping at 4 or 5 am definitely has not helped at all in curbing my workaholic mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and so i started to think weirdly and so negatively &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; night before i sleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and then i started wondering what my life is all about. am i living for myself, or for the expectations of others? and what about people's lives? are they living for themselves, or for the expectations of me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
from time to time, i have always had these kind of random whimsical thought whenever i doubt how a friendship has lost its significance, especially when the other party decided not to put in much effort in maintaining the friendship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and there u have it. i am menopausing &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111793742581240151?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111793742581240151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111793742581240151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111793742581240151' title='so random i cannot take it'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111738026334931717</id><published>2005-05-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:26:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost town - desaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ghost town - desaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
a short getaway was supposed to be so exciting.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
very moment we arrive, we knew something was wrong - desaru is such a ghost town&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
maybe a blessing in disguise, it was so tranquil and we have the entire stretch of beach to ourselves.&lt;br&gt;
weather's great, company's great, everyhting was great; except for the &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt;. nonetheless, spent most of the time dipping in the pool, or lounging by the beach.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db08b3127cce918f4270327c00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db08b3127cce918f4dbef31d00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db08b3127cce918f428a328600000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and my favourite pic of this trip....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db08b3127cce918f43e5f34100000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;
will upload the pics from taitai's house party soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111738026334931717?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111738026334931717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111738026334931717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111738026334931717' title='ghost town - desaru'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111694154357831334</id><published>2005-05-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:14:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::go away::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
some people are starting to irritate the hell out of me.&lt;br&gt;
makes me even wonder why we are friends in the first place&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;f**k off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111694154357831334?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111694154357831334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111694154357831334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694154357831334' title='go away'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111690120575203622</id><published>2005-05-24T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:31:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 may and many more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*22 may and many more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
22 May marks a very special day for one of my babies - baba(&lt;em&gt;or izzit bibi&lt;/em&gt;) lwr's birthday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Knowing how much she wants her birthday to be one grand event (&lt;em&gt;read: BBQ for 4 person and lots of confetti&lt;/em&gt;), we decided to throw her&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;one&lt;h2&gt;b i g&lt;/h2&gt; surprise&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; and boy must i say, our &lt;strong&gt;acting&lt;/strong&gt; skills are so good that we left her feeling sad and &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; by the time we had our little bbq lunch at seoul garden before we all headed home by 1830hrs&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;in her mind... it must be full of &lt;strong&gt;kanninias&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;flans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So at around 2300hrs, &lt;em&gt;cream&lt;/em&gt; was on its way to yishun central, then to tampines  st 11, and finally to &lt;strong&gt;cassia crescent&lt;/strong&gt;, where we placed &lt;strong&gt;1 x muffin&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;12 x holiday nibblers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(that tasted so bad.. please do not buy them&lt;/em&gt;, surrounded by &lt;strong&gt;tealights + sparklers&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db02b3127cce91914a9986c700000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
so &lt;strong&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday on 22nd May Rubee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Even before that, had a little SMU gathering at Ron's place. fun, little, cosy gathering that was so nice to have, we decided to spin off another gathering at zx's place this coming sat. Let me just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db02b3127cce9191307e861d00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::almost all who were present::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db02b3127cce9191337047ba00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::jac, taitai, ninja, ching and wanni::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db02b3127cce91913ce0868500000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::inside shawn's car who's so nice to send us all home (more of emotional blackmail from me)::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db02b3127cce91913fe9c61500000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::he's the man - &lt;em&gt;shawn chin&lt;/em&gt;::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
can't wait for this coming sat where we going to have another gathering over at zx's house... hahaha!! lots of gourmet food and of course my &lt;strong&gt;OD-on-Bailey's chocolate fondue&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
lastly, i want to show all you guys &lt;strong&gt;my best friend&lt;/strong&gt;.. someone who haven been featured here enuff to all who reads my super-bad-english-and-no-creativity posts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db02b3127cce91917676070600000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
thanks dear for always been there for me &lt;em&gt;(though we sometimes piss each other off like mad)&lt;/em&gt;. But June's really a very nice friend and i know all that i did have not gone into waste. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the memories dear&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
back to my life-wasting-lifestyle of tv, food and sleep&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Desaru tmr!!!! whoopee!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111690120575203622?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111690120575203622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111690120575203622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111690120575203622' title='22 may and many more'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111661146570038610</id><published>2005-05-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:51:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back smartypants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;welcome back smartypants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
First, there's the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;strong of 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Then with me included, it became &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;power of 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
now.... introducing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;power of 5, or we call ourselves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db01b3127cce91e3a0ceefbd00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::5 dollars::&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;
just love these guys&lt;br&gt;
*winkz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111661146570038610?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111661146570038610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111661146570038610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111661146570038610' title='welcome back smartypants'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111634670726779529</id><published>2005-05-18T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:18:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*stunned*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*stunned*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
for a moment, i was stunned when they asked me &lt;strong&gt;"tell us more about yourself"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
For the many interviews that i went to, this has got to be the easiest question that stunned me. anyway i conclude the following within today's interview session...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
1. &lt;strong&gt;people dun dress appropriately for interviews, especially undergrads from NUS and NTU&lt;/strong&gt; (sorry kiew and chubblez). t-shirt + jeans + sandals(not branded one somemore) are not what u should wear for an interview. and for ur info, that was what &lt;strong&gt;a guy&lt;/strong&gt; wore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2. &lt;strong&gt;Interviews are just ego-boosting sessions for the company&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;what makes u want to choose this company?&lt;/em&gt; and of course to try to get the job, u will start saying things like &lt;em&gt;"very strong company culture, excellent organisation to work for blah-blah-blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
pray for me to get the job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111634670726779529?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111634670726779529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111634670726779529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634670726779529' title='*stunned*'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111599749539780327</id><published>2005-05-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:18:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i printed money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i wish i printed money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Phuket&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Venice&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;China&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
God please give me more moolah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111599749539780327?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111599749539780327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111599749539780327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111599749539780327' title='i wish i printed money'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111592769797701726</id><published>2005-05-13T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T03:54:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;almost true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;
&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;
You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;
In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;
You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;
You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;
In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
how untrue abt the marriage part... only person i know now who is afraid of marriage is dear-toady-sora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111592769797701726?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111592769797701726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111592769797701726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111592769797701726' title=''/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111574157399283136</id><published>2005-05-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:12:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost 2 million...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;almost 2 million...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
did a stupid survey that i found on wan'er's blog... and guess what....&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $1,911,748 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;i am such a bimb.. loooooooooooooooooooool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111574157399283136?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111574157399283136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111574157399283136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111574157399283136' title='almost 2 million...'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111470611312797949</id><published>2005-04-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:35:13.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it feels like JC all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sometimes it feels like JC all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It started with a phonecall from a very close friend of mine in JC, whom we will call &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; in order to protect her identity as the following post is about 2 stupid friends and me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; calls me and asked me if i wanna have dinner with &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; and herself at some &lt;em&gt;ma la huo guo&lt;/em&gt; place and it's very impromptu... [psst:&lt;em&gt;it's very t h e m to always do this&lt;/em&gt;].. and so the conversation moved on to MSN where we had a group chat...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
A discussion started about where to eat and each of us had our reasons for  N O T going to certain restaurants (e.g &lt;em&gt;too far, no aircon, cats walking around, clothes will stink.. blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;). This went on for an hour or so (&lt;strong&gt;and i am still in the chat with them now where we have NOT decided where to eat yet&lt;/strong&gt;)and stupid suggestions on how to choose the place...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So the plan now is that &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; will have a list of restaurants/ eating palces which &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; compiled and they will number them. Following that &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; will ask her friend(s) to pick a number randomly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and the result came out to be....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;cafe cartel @ bishan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and you think everything's settled? &lt;strong&gt;no way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; started to complain about the bad service that cartel provides, while &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; was all for cartel because she simply likes the pizza there...so &lt;strong&gt;in the end&lt;/strong&gt; A called for an ultimum and said we will eat at &lt;strong&gt;Cartel&lt;/strong&gt; and there we are having a chat with emoticons...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
she demanded. and it was all a ploy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
just love them... and if u are wondering who these 2 bimbos are (actually one's smart and one's talented.. and both are pretty).. come down to cartel@ bishan tomorrow (or rather today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111470611312797949?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111470611312797949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111470611312797949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111470611312797949' title='sometimes it feels like JC all over again'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111386636680322710</id><published>2005-04-19T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:19:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight's the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tonight's the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
let sparks fly&lt;br&gt;
let jaws drop&lt;br&gt;
let us succeed&lt;br&gt;
let &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; succeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111386636680322710?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111386636680322710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111386636680322710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111386636680322710' title='tonight&apos;s the night'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111352579467023946</id><published>2005-04-15T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:43:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take my quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;take my quiz&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;center&gt;I made a Quiz for you! &lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050414204051-254865"&gt;Take my Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt; and then &lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050414204051-254865"&gt;Check out the Scoreboard!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Good Luck!&lt;br&gt;
*winkz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111352579467023946?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111352579467023946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111352579467023946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111352579467023946' title='take my quiz'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111323805364811509</id><published>2005-04-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:47:33.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beautiful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i set my pictures to do a slide show.&lt;br&gt;
Spent 1 whole hr looking at &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; 40% of the pictures.&lt;br&gt;
friends have come and go, friendships have formed and broken.&lt;br&gt;
watever it is, i miss my friends. i miss the happy times we have spent together.&lt;br&gt;
most important of all, &lt;strong&gt;i miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
bring me back to my happy days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111323805364811509?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111323805364811509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111323805364811509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111323805364811509' title='beautiful memories'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111318839493886293</id><published>2005-04-11T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:59:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::this is what kept me going::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::this is what kept me going::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When the Mafia don of the Black Dragon Triad decided to pass on his inheritance to his sons, little did he know that they would fall prey to four irresistible women - Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Like their namesakes, these women will bring the winds of change into the very heart of Shanghai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

With such an intriguing premise, it's hard to believe that this is the preamble for a school bash. After all, it is a truth universally acknowledged that school bashes, in general, are rather insipid affairs. Most of the time, they're merely vehicles for X committee or Y union to fund whichever activities they'd planned, which means it is almost de riguer to be settled for watered-down drinks, shamelessly bad music and equally awful programmes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Fortunately for us all, SMU Sports Union's (SSU) upcoming bash looks set to revamp this sorry state of affairs. From the same team who brought us Pimp - possibly the best and most opulent party in 2004 - get set for their sophomore effort, nyü: if looks could kill, coming your way this 19th April.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Funkygrad had the great pleasure of interviewing the organising committee (to whom we're eternally grateful for their firm decision to wield their powers for good and pull off what promises to be another tour de force) at the Glass Lounge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

For those who remember the rather machismo-laden Pimp, this year's women-centric effort might come as an interesting departure. Why Old China, of all things? Project Advisor, Rubee Lee (who incidentally was also part of the organising committee for Pimp last year) explains with a hint of a smile, "It was actually off the top of our heads - we wanted a dominant female focus this time around, and Old Shanghai offers a host of scenarios that we can play around with. It's rustic, and it's mysterious."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Project Director, Edmund Lim, was also quick to point out bashes should market an experience, above everything else. "We want the people to leave the bash remembering it, especially since this is a post-exam party for SMU students and a pre-exam stress reliever for both NUS and NTU." Thus, he concludes, there is a pressing need to change people's perception of bashes - "it's not all just about cheap drinks. Everyone should have a good time."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The team met every Saturday in the midst of a hectic school term, no mean feat considering how the team mostly comprised of third year students. "Most of us are veterans from Pimp, so there's a synergy in motion - a mix of the new and old and a passing of the baton to new blood," commented Rubee, a third year student.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A lot of effort went into making sure that the bash adhered to exacting standards - the authenticity of the experience was foremost on their to-do list, sparking off most perplexing question of all - what to name the bash. "We settled on Nyü: If Looks Could Kill," says Janice, the committee's petite Marketing Head, "because it's Shanghainese (local vernacular) for 'women'." Ironically, this meticulous attention to detail had its flipside. "We realised people tended to read it as 'New York University' instead of what it really meant," Janice noted with a wry nod.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Such incidents aside, nyu's publicity effort is extremely impressive. Not only did the team come up with a spectacular storyline that tied in deftly with the nostalgia that 1930s Shanghai evokes, the rest of their publicity campaign is well executed and supported by talented students of SMU. A series of postcards, posters and banners, featuring each femme fatale (and her prey) in her element, is released with great aplomb. They were nothing short of gorgeous: the photographer and layout managed to capture the decadence with a single frame - and coupled with fine copywriting - it is hard to believe that the end product - from conceptualisation, design to finish, was accomplished entirely by a concerted student effort. Perhaps, the best testimonial of the SSU's brilliant endeavor is this anecdote related by Wendy Lim, Logistics Head. "I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but our posters have been disappearing ever since we put them up. Thank goodness for our website and online efforts!" Hon, that's definitely a good thing, believe you me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

That's not all, the SSU promises. On the night itself, party-goers can expect a night of glamour and luscious entertainment. There will be songstresses resplendent in cheongsams, playing the zither for your aural pleasure, and even a "Funkygrad Best Dress" competition for fashionistas. Staying true to the thematic nature of the bash, the house is invited to sit back, relax with a drink in hand, and watch with spirited detachment the unfolding of the chain of events set in motion when the Mafia don of the Black Dragon Triad, decided to invite one and all to his birthday party at the Gotham Penthouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Are you ready for the seasons of change?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



nyü: if looks could kill - Date &amp; Time: 19th April. 9 pm. Venue: The Gotham Penthouse. $16 for 2 drinks. For ticketing and other details, visit the Event Calendar&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

Are you going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111318839493886293?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111318839493886293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111318839493886293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111318839493886293' title='::this is what kept me going::'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111269057628631093</id><published>2005-04-05T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:42:56.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's starting to suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;school's starting to suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You must be wondering the reason for it being the upcoming exams and stress level building up....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
stupid politics and backstabbers in my life is making it so bad, that i would rather have exams and nothing else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
DOWN with all backstabbers and stupid &lt;em&gt;monks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111269057628631093?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111269057628631093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111269057628631093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111269057628631093' title='school&apos;s starting to suck'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111258797067076855</id><published>2005-04-04T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:12:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark your calender!</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mark your calender!&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
19th April 2005... you better be there if you read my blog....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8b5caea6b00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8b5a2ea0300000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8c80caa0b00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8b5e36b7200000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8b5dd6b4c00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8b5e0ea4100000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da22b3127cce90a8b5e2ea4300000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
you better be there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111258797067076855?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111258797067076855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111258797067076855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111258797067076855' title='mark your calender!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111242811966996058</id><published>2005-04-02T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:48:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi buffet - here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sushi buffet - here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Been a while since we 4 met up (&lt;em&gt;this does not mean the power of 4&lt;/em&gt;) and i am excited about the dinner we going to have in a few hours time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
meanwhile, me and mt are &lt;em&gt;luun&lt;/em&gt;-ing in the sch library waiting for time to pass...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and in this library, there is....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;1 x Spanish &lt;em&gt;niam-keng&lt;/em&gt; nun in pink&lt;br&gt;
1 x sneezing machine&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
-excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111242811966996058?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111242811966996058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111242811966996058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111242811966996058' title='sushi buffet - here we come!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111210687828485014</id><published>2005-03-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:34:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you guys too</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i miss you guys too&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's really heartening and surprising that people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; actually miss me....&lt;br&gt;
busy busy for the past few weeks... and my last presentation's tomorrow (can't wait for it to be over soon)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
trust me.. i miss you guys too.. and you guys know who you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111210687828485014?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111210687828485014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111210687828485014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111210687828485014' title='i miss you guys too'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-111049933019862545</id><published>2005-03-11T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:47:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::take care::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Recent spate of bad dreams is making me worried for my close friends. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I hope nothing will happen to you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-111049933019862545?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111049933019862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/111049933019862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111049933019862545' title='take care'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110894078719744101</id><published>2005-02-21T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T07:08:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;::random thoughts::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Mark flew off a few days ago. kinda weird to say this.. but starting to miss him a &lt;em&gt;teeny weeny bit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Met up with the gang of 08/00 for a mini gathering.. kinda miss those guys too.. but wished more would appear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc01b3127cce900b0dc11bd600000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::08/00.. with additional members into the class::&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2 more hours.. and i will be on my way to yishun to pick mt up. Excited about the upcoming photoshoot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110894078719744101?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110894078719744101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110894078719744101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110894078719744101' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110848006827321605</id><published>2005-02-15T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:07:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a sign, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;give me a sign, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I know it has been 2 weeks (thanks boon for reminding me!).. this just shows that i have work and more work yet to be finished. In the meantime, a glimpse of what i have been busy working on...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt; 
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce90664daa93a700000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::chinatown - CNY eve::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce9066402d528e00000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::chinatown visit with Arnt (norwegian exchange student)::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce9066457f124600000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::Show and tell preparation::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce90665ae4524a00000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::my LTB group in their costumes::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce906658f8d36700000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::me trying to be a chinese dancer! bwahahha!::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce90667acbd34500000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::An advanced Bday celebration for Sylvia::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc33b3127cce90667e7252ce00000015108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::Comms grp - a good show put up::&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;
School has been busy - projects, quizzes, bash preparations..&lt;br&gt;
But i am so proud of our upcoming bash.. it looks so good (sorry boon for saying this... but ours look so good as compared to the other 2 unis).&lt;br&gt;
Excited excited!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;show me some signs, will you? if not, nothing's ever gonna happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
p/s: boon! i am happy for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110848006827321605?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110848006827321605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110848006827321605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848006827321605' title='give me a sign, will you?'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110687387478392935</id><published>2005-01-28T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:57:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;work&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i need a break.... argh:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110687387478392935?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110687387478392935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110687387478392935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110687387478392935' title='urgh'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110648442415083086</id><published>2005-01-23T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:47:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm losing it</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i think i'm losing it&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
my dear froggie friend sent me this...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df02b3127cce9ea237d7665c00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The first cartoon box writes "little Bobby comes across a mutated frog sitting in the connecticut pond&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I didn't understand a single bit... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;till she told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
damn.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110648442415083086?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110648442415083086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110648442415083086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110648442415083086' title='i think i&apos;m losing it'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110624434829826176</id><published>2005-01-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T02:06:49.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earth shattering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;earth shattering!earth shattering!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
A piece of news came to me through a conversation on MSN.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I am dying to start sticking posters around SMU and tell the whole community what has happened. It's so unexpected, especially coming from him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
But i can't. both are close friends. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And i am still luffing hysterically now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz*hiakz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110624434829826176?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110624434829826176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110624434829826176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110624434829826176' title='earth shattering!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110623276176188200</id><published>2005-01-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:52:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?!</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;huh?!&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Just 10 minutes into watching &lt;em&gt;American Idol 4&lt;/em&gt;, i only have this to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejects are always in self denial; be it fashion or their singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
But i really have to give it to that woman who sold her wedding ring to pay for the trip to join the competition. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you go GIRL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
TV's getting a tad more exciting - AI4, Desperate Housewives...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
ooooooohhhhhhhh!

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110623276176188200?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110623276176188200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110623276176188200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623276176188200' title='huh?!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110610156729940386</id><published>2005-01-19T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T09:56:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm slacking too much</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm slacking too much&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Week 3 into school and i am drowning in heaps of homework.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And why am i drowning? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i slack too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
friends coming back from overseas, bash meetings, so much more = no time for homework.&lt;br&gt;
bad excuse isn't it? i dun really care..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
things are looking up (just like the way school fees are going up).If all things go well, i should be heading to US at the end of the yr to visit kai and lilot, then stopover at hk and meet up with rubs and janice for a week or so, and back to sg for christmas. And nxt yr, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Europe 2006&lt;/span&gt; in june.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
not to think too far now, heading to poison-land KL this weekend with sis and friends (&lt;em&gt;and hopefully they pay for my shopping too&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Till then, friends who ought to come back, please do so; friends who ought to stay, pls stay; friends who ought to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;..please DO get out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
going back to readings... haiz~ sad life
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110610156729940386?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110610156729940386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110610156729940386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110610156729940386' title='i&apos;m slacking too much'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110580297740923009</id><published>2005-01-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:29:37.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2nd week of school, enjoying it&lt;br&gt;
Meeting for sports bash 2005 is going well, &lt;em&gt;with us playing people round our fingers&lt;/em&gt;. Name for bash is out... great choice. chic choice. We are all dying to announce to the world... but then....&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Kai's flying off in abt 12 hrs. He will be miss&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;come home quick, will you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110580297740923009?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110580297740923009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110580297740923009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110580297740923009' title='random'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110550849748069389</id><published>2005-01-12T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T13:41:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell soon</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;farewell soon&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's time to say goodbye again... see u again in June...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df30b3127cce9e447f0e8e6d00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110550849748069389?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110550849748069389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110550849748069389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550849748069389' title='farewell soon'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110480396658104761</id><published>2005-01-04T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:59:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hmmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Lee mama said to me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt; I like you as my son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i feel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110480396658104761?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110480396658104761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110480396658104761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110480396658104761' title='hmmmmm......'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110463056589612016</id><published>2005-01-02T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T09:49:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st (finally!!!!) Birthday, Chris</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy 21st (finally!!!!) Birthday, Chris&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df20b3127cce9db7233857d400000006108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's time isn't it, chris?&lt;br&gt;
Happy 21st from all of us!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110463056589612016?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110463056589612016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110463056589612016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110463056589612016' title='Happy 21st (finally!!!!) Birthday, Chris'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110460469590889246</id><published>2005-01-02T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:38:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;oops!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I came home at 230am after celebrating chris's birthday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
psst!psst!psst!&lt;br&gt;
*whisper*whisper*whisper*whisper*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;my parents' room is &lt;strong&gt;locked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
i ended up with a cold shower... &lt;em&gt;brrrrrrrrrr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110460469590889246?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110460469590889246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110460469590889246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110460469590889246' title='oops!!!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110457131307780179</id><published>2005-01-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:21:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year :: a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a new year :: a new beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
NYE 2005 was spent like the way NYE 2004 did - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stuck in bed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's not exactly what i wanted, but ended being sick and puking all over *shucks*. but in light of the asia tsunami crisis + the closure of Channel i and merger of Channel U,  there wasn't much to celebrate about anyway. 2004 was full of ups and down. World events struck me very hard; but let's review how 2004 was a great year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ORD loh&lt;/span&gt;... what else can be better than this?  completed national service (something which i can never imagined myself to finish). But i do miss army on certain days - the freedom of spending my money freely without having to think twice since i know if i dun save this month, there is still next month's pay to save up; the freedom of me taking offs and leaves when i have my boss under control; the freedom (well not exactly) of being in control of situation with my rank and starts screwing people around me who pisses me off... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;those days will be missed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt;... going back to school was great, where i finally got to study again... and knowing many many great friends from all over school; and of course knowing some really really close and great friends like janice, gary, marcus, shawn, huimin, jac, zx and so many more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm officially allowed to drive&lt;/span&gt;... really a surprise since i have super psycho-motor problems.. and i managed to pass on my first attempt.. woohoo!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I am too sick to even think of what to write now.. haha! but i sure have my new yr resolutions this yr for the first time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i must stop being so nice&lt;/span&gt;. Finally realised that being too nice often ended up being taken for granted and being used. Amazing how it took me so long to realise that... i will still be nice.. but i will not be foolishly nice anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I must start studying more&lt;/span&gt;. Term 1 was kinda okie.. but not to my expectations. Less time being nice = more time for studies. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gannbatte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I need to save up more&lt;/span&gt;. Things are getting too expensive, and there are more things to buy. And given the fact that i have so many dreams and goals to achieve, i guess i have to cut down my spending by A LOT!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
okie.. still feeling somewhat sick... but...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Happy 2005 and all the best!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110457131307780179?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110457131307780179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110457131307780179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457131307780179' title='a new year :: a new beginning'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110441201455389885</id><published>2004-12-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:06:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here! it's here</title><content type='html'>.:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's here! it's here&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
After months of waiting, i've finally met up with fei to collect things from her.. as well as gave her lilot's things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc11b3127cce9d8e3675619a00000026108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
More coming my way.. where i hope i will be getting my UPS package with WAG dvds and lots more.. bwahaha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Lilot: as u are reading this, fei should be packing ur stuff to go home... so u just wait...bwahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;wonder how my relatives will react when i wear either one for CNY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110441201455389885?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110441201455389885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110441201455389885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441201455389885' title='it&apos;s here! it&apos;s here'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110437112515226553</id><published>2004-12-30T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:45:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue entry</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;long overdue entry&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Series of endless tossing in bed left me tired and drained. I will just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
Council gathering was a blast.. albeit attendance was kinda low... but still we had a &lt;strong&gt;G-R-E-A-T&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc07b3127cce9d9e36383a7800000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
::the gang gathering round the table for some chat about good old times::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc07b3127cce9d9e36be3afe00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;
&lt;br&gt;::Dessert time... fruit cake that has got raisins soaked in brandy for 3 (OMG!) months::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc07b3127cce9d9e372ffbc700000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
::"horny" people - that's xiaoming and sorra btw::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc07b3127cce9d9e35037ada00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
:: the 17th Council's 4th Anniversary Dinner Cum Christmas Party::&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Met up with PP, `fan, yk and ah pat... been a long time &lt;em&gt;sial&lt;/em&gt;. really nice to see them since bott the brains have arrived and will be leaving our shores again... not much photos.. but here are some first for preview....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc08b3127cce9d822a1db4f900000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc08b3127cce9d822ad3b43700000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
::pat's so called &lt;em&gt;huat kueh&lt;/em&gt; when it is supposed to be chocolate souffle.. topped with garlic bits (chopped nuts), and of course, soya sauce (chocolate syrup)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc08b3127cce9d822a9a354e00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
::dessert for the night.. after a hearty dinner at marche::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
alritey.. rushing packages for lilot now... gotta run! enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110437112515226553?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110437112515226553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110437112515226553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110437112515226553' title='long overdue entry'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110399803092450331</id><published>2004-12-26T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:07:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate experience</title><content type='html'>.:&lt;strong&gt;the ultimate experience&lt;/strong&gt;:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
This is freaky.. i am posting 2 blogs within a span of 1 minute... but i have just got the &lt;strong&gt;U-L-T-I-M-A-T-E&lt;/strong&gt; reason for not going for council gathering&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

me: &lt;strong&gt;why aren't u coming?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
XX: &lt;strong&gt;cos i dun wanna see some people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Isn't it the ultimate?!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110399803092450331?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110399803092450331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110399803092450331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110399803092450331' title='the ultimate experience'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110399768999509308</id><published>2004-12-26T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:03:49.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Peeps</title><content type='html'>::&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas Peeps&lt;/strong&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
This christmas has got to be the worst... or maybe one of the worst i have ever had..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
What's most dissapointing is the fact that only 1/3 of the entire council is turning up for the annual council cum christmas gathering... (&lt;em&gt;given the fact that the Anniversary gathering was not organised at all, due to imbecile creatures&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br&gt;
What's most frustrating is that people are giving lame excuses to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; come for council gathering because &lt;strong&gt;they have other parties to attend&lt;/strong&gt;... why dun they tell those people they &lt;strong&gt;cannot make it for their party&lt;/strong&gt; cos they have this one to attend to...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Got around toking to `fan abt this .. since he wanted me to complain.. and he told me this interesting fact call the string/thread theory.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;In life, everybody is a piece of string. By luck or mother nature (&lt;em&gt;most probably fate&lt;/em&gt;), the path of every individual string meets and all will entangle up... later, by time and events happening (&lt;em&gt;which i would call it  &lt;strong&gt;having new friends, boyfriends, and all kinds of MORE important friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) the knot gets unrevelled and the strings are back onto the own paths again... drifting apart...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
How true is this for our council... 4 yrs back, we would swear to god and heaven that we will meet every year for an anniversary meal and another for christmas... (&lt;em&gt;or maybe it was me&lt;/em&gt;)and the tradition will go on and on F-O-R-E-V-E-R...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
now... it does not seem so... bad excuses started appearing... lame excuses..and i am irritated by all those.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
They never realised how hard it is to get everybody together &lt;strong&gt;ONCE&lt;/strong&gt; a year.. for a few hours to catch up on each other's lives, reminisce about good old times.. times that make us close to each other... and when we tot we could actually pass the baton on to people to organise the annual gatherings.. people fail us repeatedly..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And i really hate it esp when they end off their replies with:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great time and enjoy urselves... i'm sure u understand my situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
f**k you... i &lt;strong&gt;dun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110399768999509308?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110399768999509308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110399768999509308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110399768999509308' title='Merry Christmas Peeps'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110371307193575395</id><published>2004-12-22T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:57:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't feel like Christmas anymore</title><content type='html'>::&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it doesn't feel like Christmas anymore&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Well, at least that's what i feel&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
1. Not in the mood to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; christmas cards.&lt;br&gt;
2. Not in the mood to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; christmas cards.&lt;br&gt;
3. Not in the mood to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; christmas cards.&lt;br&gt;
4. Not in the mood to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt; presents.&lt;br&gt;
5. Not in the mood to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; presents.&lt;br&gt;
6. Not in the mood to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; presents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
This is so different from the &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; me...&lt;br&gt;
Guess only close friends will get it from me...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;*shrugs shoulder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110371307193575395?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110371307193575395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110371307193575395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110371307193575395' title='it doesn&apos;t feel like Christmas anymore'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110362766526510294</id><published>2004-12-21T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T19:14:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with me with mothers and taxi drivers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what's with me with mothers and taxi drivers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
KL was okie... kinda not missed going to &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; place again maybe for the next year or so...&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc00b3127cce9de862beb06d00000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::clubbing nite::&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
It was just pure madness going with the 3 girls... endless luffing and walking till they dropped dead... and boy.. toking abt shopping... we were so broke on the last day, we were left with RM2.85 in all.. and the worst of all, diarrhea was on the cards.. &lt;strong&gt;all of us&lt;/strong&gt;... and going to the &lt;em&gt;tandas&lt;/em&gt; needed money.... haiz~&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
There must be something wrong with me and mothers and taxi drivers... it's amazing how i can click with them so easily and gain their trust.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
I am just attracting the wrong age group.. haiz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110362766526510294?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110362766526510294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110362766526510294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110362766526510294' title='what&apos;s with me with mothers and taxi drivers?'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110315742175332975</id><published>2004-12-16T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T08:38:19.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm excited</title><content type='html'>.:&lt;strong&gt;I'm excited&lt;/strong&gt;:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
one more day to KL... i'm excited...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;mai dong zi, chi dong xi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;who can ever resist this?!&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110315742175332975?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110315742175332975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110315742175332975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110315742175332975' title='I&apos;m excited'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110307951322731939</id><published>2004-12-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T11:03:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a slipper destroyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am a slipper destroyer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Dun hate me and start blasting me for what i did today. I didn't mean it. I am &lt;strong&gt;S-E-R-I-O-U-S&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I was on my way to TTSH for my med appointment (which i will go into it later) and was rushing to take the train... well fate has it.. i &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; destroy something today... &lt;br&gt;
so while i was walking.. i stepped on something... and it was a person's slipper.. old, torn and tattered&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And i broke it..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I apologised.. and wanted to pay him for it.. but i only have 2 x 50 buckaroos notes in my wallet.. can't expect me to give him one to pay him for the slippers rite? urgh... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I guessed pretty much he must be cursing me like mad now... and i think my nose will be busy today... 
&lt;br&gt;I need sponsors for tissue papers... any takers?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
well.. i was conned at the hospital..35bucks for consultation when the doctor didn't even do anything... i hope i never have to go back there again...
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;excited abt KL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110307951322731939?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110307951322731939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110307951322731939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110307951322731939' title='I am a slipper destroyer'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110255709238680682</id><published>2004-12-09T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:55:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is coming in the mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is coming in the mail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc29b3127cce9dc167bf9cb300000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc29b3127cce9dc167bb9cb700000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc29b3127cce9dc165291d1400000016108IcNGLhqxbS"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Things are looking good today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110255709238680682?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110255709238680682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110255709238680682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110255709238680682' title='This is coming in the mail'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110255480397657660</id><published>2004-12-09T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:43:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pssssssssssst! Lilot called!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;pssssssssssst! Lilot called!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Waking up at eight is no longer a &lt;strong&gt;N-O-R-M-A-L&lt;/strong&gt; thing for me anymore ever since school started and disrupted my sleeping hours. and the worst of all, being woken up by a call.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Whenur phone blinks "Call" and not show any number... given my army attitude... it would normally mean pressing the bright little red button.. but &lt;em&gt;naaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/em&gt;... i actually woke up and pick it up..&lt;br&gt;
My first reaction was "&lt;em&gt;could it be looooooooo-beeeeeeeee calling from SF or HK??&lt;/em&gt;.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Nooooooooooooooooo......... it's Lilot... and i was not actually expecting her to call me given her nature of losing people's details immediately 2 days after u give her... haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
"&lt;em&gt; eh..... u know what? I'm in &lt;strong&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/strong&gt; now...!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;*gaspGASPgasp*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
It was like a &lt;strong&gt;OMG!OMG!OMFG!&lt;/strong&gt; kind of situation... and she scolded me to wake up... cos she couldn;t hear my reply on the phone&lt;br&gt;
Bwahahahaha! what a joke.... it was just bad reception.. SILLY!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
I'm excited about so many things... baba rong is coming back,lenny the snail is coming back, `fan is back, i'm getting a UPS package from Lilot for the first time and it contains my pressies from US (with WAG dvds and A&amp;F clothes as far as i have known), lubby lubby small fingers and oinky are back, and i'm going to KL with bibi, baba and lubby lubby small fingers...&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Only thing i am not looking forward to: &lt;strong&gt;my handphone bill at the end of the month&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br&gt;
1. 10 votes for &lt;em&gt;Taufik&lt;/em&gt; for Singapore Idol.. (&lt;em&gt;yes i know... dun luff&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br&gt;
2. Endless Sms-es to Malaysia to confirm booking of hotel&lt;br&gt;
3. Calls from Barca and US.. wonder if i have to pay them....&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
All in all... &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;marquee&gt; I'm H-A-P-P-Y!! &lt;strong&gt;I'm H-A-P-P-Y!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm H-A-P-P-Y!! &lt;strong&gt;I'm H-A-P-P-Y!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm H-A-P-P-Y!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110255480397657660?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110255480397657660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110255480397657660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110255480397657660' title='pssssssssssst! Lilot called!!!!'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110251894251657862</id><published>2004-12-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:15:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huan ying huan ying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;huan ying huan ying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
To all my babies...&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Welcome back to the place we call the little red dot.&lt;br&gt;
meal dates... bring it on!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Muacks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110251894251657862?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110251894251657862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110251894251657862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251894251657862' title='huan ying huan ying'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254331.post-110242948573863656</id><published>2004-12-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:24:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a hermit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am a hermit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
It's official. I am living the life of a hermit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep... i wonder what else i am doing...&lt;br&gt;
I'm so bored that i am hallucinating at home, watching stupid tv like smurf and luffing at the little blue idiots!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Bwahahaha!! i think i am going mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254331-110242948573863656?l=engteck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110242948573863656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254331/posts/default/110242948573863656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://engteck.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110242948573863656' title='I am a hermit'/><author><name>engteck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
