<?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-33534254</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:08:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tzechoong</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>554</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4289743787097799033</id><published>2010-08-13T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:07:54.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAGFRIEND or BOYFRIEND. How about let's be helpful?</title><content type='html'>I suddenly got the urge to write here and yes, even though it's been ages since I last wrote here and it's somewhat abandoned, I've decided to come back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This newest debate going on in Yahoo, "BOYFRIEND vs BAGFRIEND." Well, it's about Singaporeans take on guys carrying bags for their lady friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hey, what the fuck? I wana carry back for my lady friend or girlfriend also got a problem. So big a problem that it becomes a big debate? So big an issue that people are leaving comments that portray their utmost disgust and unhappiness about it. Seriously speaking, I don't see a problem. Now let me be fair in my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omegalance on August 13, 2010 at 9:37 am&lt;br /&gt;"Guys who carry their girlfriends’ bags look like wimps. Seriously, just how heavy can the bag be? If they want to show that they care, they can easily do it in other ways. Ladies, why don’t you carry our heavy bags for us, if we are talking about equality between the 2 sexes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, you seriously do not know sometimes how heavy the bag can be. Either a) you do not have a girlfriend yourself and hence you're making such a strong statement or b) you aint considerate enough towards your girlfriend to realise how heavy her bag might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been together with Wendy long enough and sometimes, even I myself do not understand why her bag is so heavy when all that is inside the bag are, wallet, water bottle, notebook, Ipod, pen and some nonsense fliers that I dumped in her bag. Oops. And for goodness sake, the water bottle's a mere 500ml one. It might seem like some light shit but sometimes I really cant explain why it's so heavy too. I seriously feel it's just a girl's thing as to why their bags can get so heavy. No no, even they themselves cant explain I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I do not carry her bag because she think it's ugly for a guy to do so. But even if she wants me to carry it for whatever reasons, I'm fine. If it gets a little taxing for her, I too wouldn't mind lending a hand. Secondly, I do not like to carry bags in the first place so why would I wana carry her bag? And lastly, sometimes her bag gets quite heavy so I don't wana carry coz I'm lazy or tired HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, carrying a bag can bring about such a big issue. I could go on an on about this seriously, especially taking into consideration the number of shit comments. Carrying a bag for a lady can even lead to no sex tonight or showing a signal to everyone whose wearing the pants in the relationship. WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? DON'T CARRY BAG = NO SEX? AND CARRYING BAG FOR GIRLFRIEND = WEARING THE SKIRT IN THE RELATIONSHIP? Even if that means the guy's wearing the skirt so what? It's their relationship, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wana ask my take about this debate, it would be, IT'S FINE. Even if the guy who carries it behaves like the bag is his and so on, SO BE IT. It's their life, not yours. If everyone were to be so busybody to keep giving comments about other people's lives and rage about it, Yahoo News will be filled with such crap debates each time someone sees something outside that is not pleasing to someones eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I end this post, I would like to ask those of you who have such a big problem about being a BAGFRIEND. If your mother asks you to help, would you? Now don't go around telling me oh no, mother different. BOTH ARE WOMEN AND THAT VERY WOMAN MIGHT BE THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD SOMEDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more last thing, can anyone tell me if there is anything wrong in this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though it's now the 21st century, it's still okay for guys to carry their girlfriend's hangbag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being biased whatsoever but seriously, what, the, fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4289743787097799033?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4289743787097799033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4289743787097799033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4289743787097799033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4289743787097799033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/08/bagfriend-or-boyfriend-how-about-lets.html' title='BAGFRIEND or BOYFRIEND. How about let&apos;s be helpful?'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8292764962315634124</id><published>2010-05-13T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:14:29.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA 25% MORE</title><content type='html'>Yawns. Why the heck am I so tired. Anyway it's the first time I organised a chalet alongside Wendy and I'm glad to say it's pretty successful. Pretty sure everyone enjoyed themselves oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a couple of weeks back when I was at Wendy's place, I chanced upon a packet of bread or whatever term you use to define it. It's wrapper says, "EXTRA 25% MORE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what the fuck is extra 25% more? It's either extra 25% OR 25% more. Which shit hole from that company actually wrote that and decided it's good to go on the shelves. Is it because it's good to make housewives, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt; people and not so highly educated people actually think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;, extra 25% more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. Definitely better and more than having just extra 25% or 25% more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the brand but when I recall it, it shall be replaced with this line. No pictures sorry. Doesn't matter if you people doubt me or find it boring without pictures &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; this blog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; like it used to be ever since I stopped blogging for quite a period of time. It is now a place for occasional craps over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8292764962315634124?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8292764962315634124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8292764962315634124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8292764962315634124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8292764962315634124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/05/extra-25-more.html' title='EXTRA 25% MORE'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1629950381324102849</id><published>2010-05-06T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:36:56.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A total loss for Sunday Footy.</title><content type='html'>Okay you know what people, I'm back again. Lazy's the word but why not lazy today? That's coz I've got something to say. And I know readership has gone down drastically since I stopped blogging last year or so, so who reads this shit now, this I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, here's an email I read not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey guys,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time for me to quit football. the surgery last thurs revealed that my lateral meniscus was damaged very badly. cant really berepaired. which basically means i can never play football again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally fuct up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, thanks for all the good times!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm sure i speak for everyone when i say that gary really deservesa lot of credit for all the time/effort (and even money) he's spent organising the sessions. thanks dude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;catch you guys around soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, as soon as I finished reading the email, I was sad. Yes very sad. This shows how fragile your body is. You may ask how he injured his leg. Was rather simple in fact. A long ball came, he gave chase and tried to keep the ball in and in the process, landed awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this could easily have happened to anyone. Some were saying it aint worth it, it's just a leisure Sunday soccer. But I beg to differ. I mean, if it was me, I'd try my best to keep the ball in too. Most would? Yes, even if it's just soccer for fun, try and play seriously what and enjoy the game. I believe the accident was unintentional and a total accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling when I first joined my cousin-in-law, Gary, for Sunday Soccer. I remember he was there the first time I was there. Gary was introducing me and there was Geof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one with the ang kong, that's Geof. Don't see his ang kong or what, he very friendly one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was kinda taken aback la. Coz like, wah lao eh, I just wana play soccer. But ya, never judge a book by its cover. Firstly, he is a Lawyer. Secondly, he was from GP, Gifted Programme. And lastly, he is really friendly, nice and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday, I look forward to seeing him around alongside Kenny, Kwang, Chan, Sunil and a few others of course. That's coz I think they are really nice to play with(FOOTBALL WISE IDIOT) and also, I really enjoy hearing them talk nonsense. Maybe coz we're rather similar(character wise) but ya, playing soccer with them is always fun, filled with laughter and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aint selfish with the ball, he gives credits for assists, he gives a good sign for balls he couldn't reach and okay enough. He is your typical nice football buddy. And oh, trust me he aint easy to get pass. I always find dribbling pass him a challenge. He may not be as skillful as Kenny, fast as whoever but the way he positions himself, times his tackle and his aggression is really something to be reckon with. Of the 3years that we've been playing together, I think 1 hand is enough to count the number of times I dribble pass him. HAHAHAHAHAHA. So obviously I hope to have him in my team every week. Other than that la, he gives you no pressure. Like me, newbie there, sometimes I feel pressure playing with some of them. And that's the main reason why I like it when he's in my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay enough, this will not end. I wana eat dinner already. Let me conclude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Geoff, it has been a great pleasure playing soccer with you. As much as I will miss playing soccer with you, I hope you will recover soon and well. Sunday soccer will be different without you. I know I am 10years odd your junior HAHAHA and that we only knew each other coz of Gary, I hope to bump into you in the near future and maybe hang out(which is a highly not possible coz of obvious reasons) with the rest for drinks, soccer matches on tv or poker? Okay I don't like gambling but never mind la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1629950381324102849?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1629950381324102849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1629950381324102849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1629950381324102849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1629950381324102849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/05/total-loss-for-sunday-footy.html' title='A total loss for Sunday Footy.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7748913102696261807</id><published>2010-04-05T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:07:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round up.</title><content type='html'>Quite a week it has been for me so much so that I was lazy to blog and talk about interesting stuff happening around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual Sunday Soccer yesterday and it was very good. Very good that I like. What a good performance by me. Scored with 2 headed goals again. One when I tucked it away at the far post sneakily while the other came from a good throw off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kwang&lt;/span&gt;. Adding to that were a couple other decent goals and dribbles I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this sort of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perform ace&lt;/span&gt; wiped away my miserly from Saturday's Man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U's&lt;/span&gt; defeat against Chelsea. Fucking hell, OFFSIDE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DROGBA&lt;/span&gt; WAS ALLOWED TO SCORE IN FRONT OF THE BLOODY LINESMAN. And then 2 penalty calls were waved away. Must be because of what this player said of him, "I deliberately dived &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I know this ref is the penalty king." Ni &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the week, besides &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weizhi's&lt;/span&gt; birthday celebration at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;, it's 2swimming lessons and a jogging session. My knee ached quite a bit last night with me suspecting it's from the collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohyes&lt;/span&gt;, dinner with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tays&lt;/span&gt; and Wendy followed by Clash of the Titans after soccer yesterday. Not bad la the show except the ending basket, use the Snake Head to turn the monster into stone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; eh, at least fight the creature a bit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh, with the last DVD to go, I would have finished 4serials. Holy shit, that's fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Byee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7748913102696261807?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7748913102696261807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7748913102696261807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7748913102696261807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7748913102696261807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-up.html' title='Round up.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2256884400004546084</id><published>2010-03-28T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:05:55.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Sunday Soccer.</title><content type='html'>A bouncing ball in between the half way mark and the penalty area......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volley unleashed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A few shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the crossbar. Ka ni na. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather damn hot I tell you. I got tan line and as usual from my ass onwards. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairly happy with today, except a few bad touches. Scored 2 sneaky headed goals. Especially the second one, most were like eh?!?! He from where?!?! Credited to Kenny's long throw into the crowded penalty box. The first one also was a good long and quick throw by Tham that caught the 3 defenders off guard. I think we played together for quite long enough and they like agar agar know when I time my run eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I clearly remember 2goals I scored. Beauty, some might say. Honestly, fluke shot I have to say. HAHA. The first came a direct long ball to me. With the last man to beat, I flicked it over him and raced through on goal. BUTTTT, the touch on the flick was kinda too hard so it flew into goal. HAHAHAHA. And obviously, I immediately acted like it was planned by immediately slowing down as I jogged pass the last man. In actual fact, my intention was to race onto the flick and slot it into goal. Hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second was even better. Im very sure I wanted to do a 1 2 with Gary. As he raced with the ball from our own half, he lobbed a ball to me. I spotted his continuing run and wanted to return the pass to him BUT SOMEHOW, my return pass looked like a first time shot and caught the last man off guard and flew into the top corner. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with everyone in Korea, I had to go back myself but Kenny gave me a lift back. Thanks man. If got chance, confirm I wana go diving and fishing with you. Fun siol. What siol thats so yalam. It's FUN MAN. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2256884400004546084?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2256884400004546084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2256884400004546084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2256884400004546084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2256884400004546084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/03/beloved-sunday-soccer.html' title='Beloved Sunday Soccer.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8971165204969078843</id><published>2010-03-26T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:58:42.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just got owned.</title><content type='html'>IT ALL STARTED after Wendy and I boarded the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; at Orchard Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy standing behind me, back to back. After a while, I felt his right calf brushing against my left. There wasn't much, just a few exchanges of stares. Then a few stations later, I felt him leaning towards my back. Me being me, I refused to move away and stood firm. After a few seconds later, he turned with his shoulder and elbow pushing me aside. The party begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Eh you push me for what?!&lt;br /&gt;FAT GUY: I just turn then my shoulder push onto you cannot is it? (debate one)&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh if that is the case then now I turn and push you back la how?&lt;br /&gt;FAT GUY: Push me la! (debate two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which I did not push him back. Refer to debate two later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Eh come on la, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; fight pick someone your OWN SIZE LA.&lt;br /&gt;FAT GUY takes out his ear piece and replies: YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR WORDS I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh really, am I using vulgarities on you that I have to watch my words?&lt;br /&gt;FAT GUY paused for a few seconds before replying: You say that again!&lt;br /&gt;ME: EH YOU &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WANA&lt;/span&gt; FIGHT PICK SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just got owned asshole. The sad part was that it came to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt; station and it was time for us to alight. I mean, I shouldn't waste my time making alighting later just to continue owning him right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes DEBATE ONE. Firstly, he being twice my size, a head taller than me and so fat that he could squash me just by sitting on me did not even have the guts to admit he pushed me. He even had to resort to some gay comments like, "oh I turn then hit onto you" some crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE TWO. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; the case that I was scared and did not have the guts to push him back. I swear at that instance, I was so gonna push him back till I held back myself with a split thought that ran through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I often say I choose my fights and wouldn't choose a losing battle hence I usually not respond to people bigger than me. But at that point in time, I was kinda pissed at the earlier incident already and also Wendy and I had argued over some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt; stuff earlier which added &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insult&lt;/span&gt; to injury.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point in time where voice were raised, many onlookers were already casting their curious eyes over. Had I took the bait and pushed him back, I would be the one in bigger shit had this got bigger due to the number of eye witness witnessing me pushing him but not the other way round. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude Mr Fat-Bald-Headed-Big-Belly-Low-Life, I know there is always this saying of picking someone your own size. Even if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; show some authority around or show how great you are to some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; around by picking on someone smaller, please for goodness sake, and for your own sake, pick someone with your own level of intelligence. Do not, I REPEAT, DO NOT get owned by someone smaller size than you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the only result is you being made a shameful disgrace to yourself. You might be hurt so much that you would even consider ending your low life. In this modern society, it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; about who has got the biggest belly I mean fist, but who has got the better arguing skills and bigger network of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, days like these make my day. If my day has already been made, it just makes it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8971165204969078843?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8971165204969078843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8971165204969078843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8971165204969078843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8971165204969078843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-just-got-owned.html' title='You just got owned.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2175859021884854129</id><published>2010-03-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:44:45.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlement.</title><content type='html'>HI IM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly first things first the first I wana talk about today which is the first thing I wana talk about for this entry. First. First. Okay stop it not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many apologies to, AH KIM. Haha. Eh, not me hor. It's Eric I swear. Anyway we should be planning Sushi next week so not a problem. I know la I said this week but due to some complications, it has to be pushed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. WAYHONG. Eh bro, sorry. I know you all always last minute one and you all know I'm very steady but you all also know I don't keep my passport with me. Hence if there is any trip whatsoever, gotta let me know a day before so I can get from my mother. But okay, I think I'll keep my passport with me from now on to facilitate future trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, another person I wana talk about again, Mr. Hong Hong which is also Xiao Hong or Way CB Hong. He doesn't have to sponsor my cab fare back home just to make sure I can make it in time for the 12noon ferry at harbourfront. There is no need. But this gesture shows what brotherhood means, well at least in my opinion. Unlike some fucktards who, "oh we very long never meet already so not close." Eh come on what the fuck. Okay no, I aint gonna be like some pussy who's only capable of talking here and not in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thick and sweats and some blood lost during the mountain trip made me grateful to those retards who climbed 3mountains with me. You guys, power. Thankyou bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention on Wednesday, I brought my running shoes to edelweiss. So after like 10 20 laps, I'd get out of the pool and run around Edelweiss. Quite shiok seriously, especially under the noon sun. But you think only one round short ar huh(not that I ran one, of course). No down slope, only stairs which makes your leg like you know, jelly-like? And then then up slope is really UP those kind asshole. Eric you should try la really. Quite fun leh and shiok. What more you going NDU soon. Ah pa worry for you. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2175859021884854129?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2175859021884854129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2175859021884854129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2175859021884854129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2175859021884854129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/03/settlement.html' title='Settlement.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4025447875518944631</id><published>2010-03-14T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:04:57.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great 2days.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and Today have been good days. Very good. Very good I like. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long wait, I finally got my serials yesterday. Oh yeah. 8episodes I think and of which, 1 of'em has a whopping 200episodes. Yes, 200. Song bo. Watch until I die. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today. I thought all hope was lost when it started raining on my way to St Wilfred. Gave Gary a call and he said they were just heading down so I went ahead. After exiting Boon Keng station, I was pleased to find the floors and areas wet which meant it had rained earlier and was confident it wouldn't rain anytime soon. A while after reaching St Wilfred, it rained like shit. And I thought all hope was lost again until I think Kwang said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since reach already might as well just play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played. Finally I get to play soccer. After so long la please basket. Saturday soccer with Joseph and co don't know why so long don't have. Soccer today was average?&lt;average?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is about it eh. May Man U win tonight, win the EPL and the Champs League Amen. Screw you Chelsea. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. One more thing to talk about. As I was alighting from the train, this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rather&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; fat&lt;/span&gt; and big sized indian woman&lt;/span&gt; was squeezing her way in, expecting me to gave way in the process. As usual, I refused to and walked right through with my shoulders pushing her in the process. And she dared to give me a tsk with a stare. As I was stressing over if there is soccer or not (HAHA, okay I know that's stupid), I just stared back and did not reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now. Hey fuck you fatty. Have you stolen the SMU shirt you're wearing to mask how stupid you are? Which part of the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"giving way to alighting passengers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do you not understand. And you still have the cheek to glare at me. Have I not being stressed over if there is soccer or not, I'd give you a rainfall of sarcasm and sweet remarks to remind you or rather inform you of how stupid you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add, you're so fat your mama... Oh Oh, wrong wrong this aint muttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying... You're so fat and I look tiny when I stand beside you. Please for goodness sake, if you wana squeeze into the MRT as soon as the door opens, lose some of the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grams&lt;/span&gt; you're carrying. Sorry, grams seems too tiny on you. I meant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KILOGRAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. What a great 2days I've had. Today would've been even better had I not been stressed and then given some lashing on that fatso. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4025447875518944631?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4025447875518944631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4025447875518944631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4025447875518944631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4025447875518944631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-2days.html' title='Great 2days.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5426378950174412874</id><published>2010-03-07T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:41:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Serials awaits..........</title><content type='html'>And I'm still waiting for my new vcds. Basket! 2 or 3weeks back I went, they tell me dont have yet and gotta wait till end February and now it's March already :( Should be able to get'em next week though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've just finished watching Sun Wu Kong again. I seriously can't remember how many times have I watched it already. Hahahahaha. Too bored la so ya lor.. Can't wait for next week yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday. More than enough rest on my ankle and tomorrow shall be the day training starts whether or not it's fully recovered. Jia you asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5426378950174412874?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5426378950174412874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5426378950174412874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5426378950174412874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5426378950174412874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-serials-awaits.html' title='New Serials awaits..........'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1839920548933907355</id><published>2010-02-28T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:33:49.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>Life sucks man life sucks. Firstly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MCOM&lt;/span&gt; was a bitch. And then today's soccer will be the last one organised by Gary. You see la all, don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; reply email until Gary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; I'm just the 20year old among the 30odds. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Well, looks like it's time for me to respond via email from now onwards. No more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; from Gary and no more lifts there I think :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's soccer damn sad really. Started off brightly before a slip forced a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitution&lt;/span&gt;. I tried getting back later but impact was limited &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't move freely. So I decided to take a longer break and I managed to get back in play. Playing at about 75% maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt; ankle. Should be okay within the next 3days I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And I went swimming with Eric at Edelweiss yesterday. I did 50 breast strokes! Not literally 50times la stupid, 50laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh. Tomorrow should be Good Life if there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Byee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1839920548933907355?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1839920548933907355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1839920548933907355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1839920548933907355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1839920548933907355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8584831281256530637</id><published>2010-02-22T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:25:46.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No solution? You think no solution only.</title><content type='html'>Pardon me. Exam period &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; studying much but still blogging will take away the 10% chance of me studying. This entry is an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to the newspaper article, "Still no solution to elderly issue in Britain." Under the Strait Times, World International Section, Monday February 22 2010. Page A16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh when I read this article. Here's a short abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, although hospital facilities are available at no charge, old people can no longer look after themselves or be treated in hospitals are expected to pay for their own care. According to estimates, one in three women and one in five men will ultimately find themselves in this position."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a rule, the authorities pick up the bill for admission to an old people's home or a hospice only if a person has less than 23,000pounds (S$50,800) in assets &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;including the value of his or her house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I didn't get the correct understanding of this article. In short, this means that unless you are bloody rich or freaking poor, hurry up and die because the government needs to deal with this aging population so much so that the government has decided to try and increase the death rates for the old as much as they can by not waiving hospital fees anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine Britain putting up this signs in front of all hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"TO THE OLD AND SICK. DO NOT SEE THE DOCTOR UNLESS YOU HAVE PLENTY OF MONEY OR BARELY ANY CASH. IF YOU DON'T FALL INTO THOSE 2 CATEGORIES, JUST WAIT FOR YOU TURN TO DIE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT THE FUCK. I know Britain, there are too many old people in your country but this is certainly not the way to do things. You are really getting comical and your system is really something to be made fun off. I don't know if it's already in practice or not but maybe you could re-train and/or re-hire the old or even give them incentives for not wasting their remaining years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you may say, they so old already what incentives would they want? How about something to benefit their children like lesser tax? Or no service charge at restaurants? Win-Win aint it? The old's still working, contributing to the society and the young would be more than happy to have their parents back in the workforce instead of being a burden at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. Funny article aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8584831281256530637?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8584831281256530637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8584831281256530637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8584831281256530637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8584831281256530637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-solution-you-think-no-solution-only.html' title='No solution? You think no solution only.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8350798848379731738</id><published>2010-02-12T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:32:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>As of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, thankyou tzechoong! I guess no chance to bump into each other anymore. But still, &lt;em&gt;squirt squirt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 words suddenly brought back many memories. Nothing to do with bgr la stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great knowing you :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8350798848379731738?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8350798848379731738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8350798848379731738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8350798848379731738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8350798848379731738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5164996319620372471</id><published>2010-02-11T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:45:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Life, MOF with nails, BenTen.</title><content type='html'>And I had my Good Life yesterday. Oh yeahhhh. To better things off, we ordered 8piece meal from KFC and they gave an extra. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Good Life was to Bugis to celebrate Chuxian's 19th birthday eh. People present were, Jiaying, Sikai, Yanni, Wendy, Weizhi and of course myself and Chuxian. Dinner at MOF. Second time in like less than a week please. As I was finishing my ramen, I picked out a nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a nail. Feeling pretty much pissed, I called on the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this part of the ingredient?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was followed by a rain of apologies. Kinda shocked the girls but Wendy. HAHA. Very fierce meh? I'm only asking if its part of it what. Anyway, Service Charge was waived and of course that item I ordered was waived. They even offered us to take complimentary desserts whatsoever but I wasn't really interested la. Sikai even asked for desserts for everyone. Hahahaha. Ended up, I took an icecream. Not that I wanted it but sun pian can use to celebrate Chuxian's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MOF was BenTen again, for the second time in less than a week. Exactly the same as last friday please. While Jiaying, Yanni, Wendy and myself shared one, Weizhi and Sikai shared the other. And you can imagine, Chuxian finished one, HERSELF. Respect. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it la I think. My mother's office going through renovation and she brought back 2chairs and is asking me to choose one. Another Boss kind of chair for me. HAHAHAHA. Well, I'm the boss what no meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5164996319620372471?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5164996319620372471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5164996319620372471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5164996319620372471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5164996319620372471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-life-mof-with-nails-benten.html' title='Good Life, MOF with nails, BenTen.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-506724852444419346</id><published>2010-02-09T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:01:00.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Cha, Paintball</title><content type='html'>No Good Life yesterday but it has been pushed to tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at around noontime yesterday or rather, reservoir. After that was Yum Cha! Long time no eat. I had only 5 egg tarts and when I wanted more, bo liao basket. I tell you people, the feeling when the egg tart just came out and you put it straight into your mouth.... Sssssss.... Niceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Yum Cha was Paintball over at Plaza Sing and the show aint as nice as I thought it was. Ooops. Sorry guys. HAHA. Liza didn't join us as she had piano so lucky her. Grade 8 hor siao siao. I remember when I was in Kindergarden and they had piano lessons. During lessons and playing time, I never fail to just press any keyboard I see. HAHA. Other than the basic Do-Re-Me-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do, I know nothing else. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, Yum Cha peeps were Wendy, Cheryl, Yanni, Liza and Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. God bless the weather for my Good Life tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-506724852444419346?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/506724852444419346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=506724852444419346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/506724852444419346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/506724852444419346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/yum-cha-paintball.html' title='Yum Cha, Paintball'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5722246836591673098</id><published>2010-02-07T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:54:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim, Soccer and my peanut pancake story.</title><content type='html'>No soccer yesterday morning but there was swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Eric at Simei before heading to Eldeweiss for a swim. After that was dinner at TM's foodcourt with Wendy too eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is my usual Sunday soccer. It was good and that is good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after dinner, I wanted to eat the jolly bean's peanut pancake again. So I went to Century Square's outlet and when I got there, there were 2 customers in front of me. Just in front of me was a Chinese and in front of the Chinese was a yalam couple and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY FUCKING BOUGHT ALL MY PEANUT PANCAKE. ALL 6 OF'EM. ALL BLOODY 6 OF'EM RIGHT IN MY FACE. HOW CAN?! WHY EAT SO MUCH? Eric said it's okay what maybe they buying for family BUT HOW CAN YOU TAKE ALL OF IT AND LEAVE NONE FOR ME. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FAT THERE IS?! Kan ni na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say me hor. Firstly, I exercise a lot and secondly, I excerise quite often and lastly, I'm a regular in exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to settle for the red bean one and I wouldn't buy it again despite it being edible but still, it aint nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. I still want to eat my peanut pancake. Recent craving eh. If any nice people wana get'em for me, the peanut pancake is the thick one hor, not the thin one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5722246836591673098?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5722246836591673098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5722246836591673098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5722246836591673098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5722246836591673098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/swim-soccer-and-my-peanut-pancake-story.html' title='Swim, Soccer and my peanut pancake story.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6336715209173925783</id><published>2010-02-06T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:21:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday celebration, 14 Blades, M.O.F and BenTen Cafe.</title><content type='html'>Long time no see people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really recall the events eh but ya, Thursday was Zhan Hong's birthday celebration over at Bedok 128. Nothing much, just a simple dinner + cake and gathering. Total of 10 of us, Sikai, Wayhong, Gilbert, Huiling, Yiling, Jiaying, Weizhi, Edmund, myself and of course birthday boy Zhan Hong. Hope you had a great day yes. It was nice meeting up, crapping and laughing all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Wendy came to look for me in school and we had lunch before heading to one of the worse places to be in Singapore. Bugis Street. Ar god damn it I hate that place. I don't even know why I agreed to go in the first place and I don't think I will set foot there again. 14 Blades at Iluma followed by dinner with Liza and Yanni over at M.O.F. Desserts was ice cream at BenTen Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today no soccer at Simei :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, finally I got all the pictures from the camera phones already. Currently in the process of uploading them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6336715209173925783?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6336715209173925783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6336715209173925783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6336715209173925783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6336715209173925783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-celebration-14-blades-mof-and.html' title='Birthday celebration, 14 Blades, M.O.F and BenTen Cafe.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-320740317015896520</id><published>2010-02-02T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:39:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Soccer, Good Life Monday.</title><content type='html'>Soccer on Sunday with Cousin-in-law as usual and it was pretty good, considering the fact that I was still rather tired from Saturday's soccer. I was called sneaky again. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Long time no hear this word on me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehhh&lt;/span&gt;. I like it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was Good Life Monday. This time, it's Mac on hand. Swam quite a lot and was rather surprised how my stamina improved. Just a week ago, finishing a lap was hell for me and yet I could do 30laps yesterday. Breast stroke la I know I ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt;. Free style too tiring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. Slowly when I regain my swimming fitness then yeah baby no kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all for now eh. I'm peeling a lot :( how sad please. Peel never mind &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; be fair again can already. Must be tanned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Byee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-320740317015896520?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/320740317015896520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=320740317015896520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/320740317015896520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/320740317015896520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-soccer-good-life-monday.html' title='Sunday Soccer, Good Life Monday.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7725515930113009553</id><published>2010-01-30T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:38:57.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it coming.</title><content type='html'>:((((((((((( my forehead peeled damn a lot. And currently, my chest's starting to peel&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((( Eh, wana peel don't ah gua, faster peel all out. Then I can go re-tan and then tan in installments. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's streeet-soccer with Joseph and co over at Simei this morning. 9am leh siao siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about today? MANY goals.&lt;br /&gt;What's bad? Missed a number clear-cut chances and couldn't add to the tally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite goal for today as to be that acobatic volley. Damn nice and sexy please. So nice that everyone watching actually clapped damn loudly. Sssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to the great goals today, I scored 2 with my left foot. Don't score much with my left though so that has to be a happy thing. First one was a neat volley while the second was ssssssssssssss. Receiving the ball with my right foot, I faked a shot before cutting towards my left hence getting pass my marker and getting that inch of space and then firing home a left footed shot. Sssssssss. Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I dribbled pass 3 markers in some tight place, one of them actually said I was like messi. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JOKE. Honestly, the opponents today made us look good la, not that we're really that good really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's kinda a usual day in the office where I was kicked and once even had my leg locked by the marker as I was holding him off. It's either because I'm playing up front and hence the goal scoring threat or maybe because... I'm too goodzz.. HAHAHA. Okay, just imitating ronaldo's interview but ya, stop kicking me and all PLEASE. I don't wana get injured or tear some ligament again. It sucks really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the feeling each time people watching, be it those waiting for the next team or just plain watching and also when the opponents in the game actually clap out loud and tell you nice goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? We started playing at somewhat close to 10 and played till around 1 and we were undefeated for about 2hours plus. In the process, we kept winning 2-0 and the first time we let in goals were in the 2-1 lost. You can't blame us, we've been playing under the hot sun consectively for 2hours plus. Can't blame me too! BECAUSE I WAS RESTING AND DIDN'T PLAY THAT GAME HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were there, I'd definitely dedicate the nice goals to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's today that I realised the bruise on my rib haven't recovered. And another person today said I play like tevez, AGAIN. Joseph's friend to be exact. Maybe it's really true uh. Too many different groups of people saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. Gonna head out again, Chiew Xuan's 21st birthday celebration ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;br /&gt;(delayed entry. entry done at 4.20pm, 30th January 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7725515930113009553?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7725515930113009553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7725515930113009553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7725515930113009553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7725515930113009553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-it-coming.html' title='Keep it coming.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4584218545776232503</id><published>2010-01-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:16:12.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT PEEELLLL!</title><content type='html'>PLEASE. Please don't peel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; basket. I barely tanned what. Most of the time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in the water slacking or swimming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatttttttt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give 20cents to not peel. Deal or no deal? Deal la brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCOM&lt;/span&gt; interview &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; at 8 followed by quiz at 1pm. Waste time. Waste waste my time only. Oh, forgot to mention that the bruise I got on my rib's okay already. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; not bad, quite fast &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. That's why I always say my body recovers damn fast. Or at least I'd love to think it that way. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is irritating me again. WHO MISS ME? YOU? YOU? OR YOU? But try not to miss me so often &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's rather irritating to keep sneezing and blowing my nose. But if all these = not peeling, I'LL TAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. And don't peel okay? Even if you ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; peel, which is the most likely outcome, peel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xiu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xiu&lt;/span&gt; la ho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4584218545776232503?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4584218545776232503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4584218545776232503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4584218545776232503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4584218545776232503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-peeellll.html' title='DONT PEEELLLL!'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2613555433688879090</id><published>2010-01-25T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:49:19.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday and Blues = Tak Match.</title><content type='html'>Who say Monday = Blues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a Monday with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swimming pool in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying under the sun with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a can of coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the left hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slice of pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (we ordered 2 large Canadian Pizzas by the way) on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we catch a movie today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Popeyes at 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph - Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Then now till 9 do what? movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph - Okay. Tooth fairy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then both Eric and Joseph handed me 10bucks each while I went to get the tickets as they continued eating their Macs. The show was pretty funny, not bad. And we didn't have popeyes at 9 coz I still wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is it for today. The past 2times I went to &lt;em&gt;Bedok Interchange&lt;/em&gt; to meet Eric and Joseph for Swimming, all I could think of as I made my way there was something. Sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2613555433688879090?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2613555433688879090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2613555433688879090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2613555433688879090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2613555433688879090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-and-blues-tak-match.html' title='Monday and Blues = Tak Match.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1267338501730980926</id><published>2010-01-24T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:12:53.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so good to be back.</title><content type='html'>FINALLY, a better game played. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I played a better than average game you know, let alone a good one. Good dribbles, passes, goals and you name it bitch. Past few weeks were rather crappy displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I always tend to forget about the little injuries when I'm playing soccer and that's not good. But still, little only what, so never mind. HAHA. Oh, got a small bump to the rib today. Kinda silly really because I got it as I was dribbling pass my man. My hand was up as I was dribbling then I kinda collided with my marker and then my hand was sandwiched in between and then you know, pressing on my rib. Hurts a little now but hurts more when I cough. Should be okay within 3days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, it was Jodine's 21st birthday celebration yesterday over at Cafe Del Mar, Sentosa. I was the only male there! SOOO, there were many Jie Jies. HAHAHAHA. And she wanted to intro them to me! But of course I said, "don't ar oei, later awkward." Haha. I like the part when she said, "Come I intro you all my friends. Then I let you know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;which one got bf, which one got gf, which one can date and which one cant."&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course being cheeky and ambitious, I replied, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO! ALL INTRO ME."&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT &lt;/span&gt;company and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIEW&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it was quite a nice time there yes. Hope you enjoyed yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that is about it ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1267338501730980926?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1267338501730980926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1267338501730980926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1267338501730980926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1267338501730980926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-so-good-to-be-back.html' title='It feels so good to be back.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3932667558842356955</id><published>2010-01-22T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:15:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So _____ these days.</title><content type='html'>I am so sad. No sentosa for me tomorrow because I'm celebrating my mother's birthday. See, I am such a filial boy. So rare these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plans to head back to school to play soccer with Vincent and co at around 6plus 7 but whooops. I napped till 6plus. See, I am such a lazy boy. So common these days. And you know I love playing soccer with Vincent. And you also know my leg's still feeling the pain. Haha, EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3932667558842356955?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3932667558842356955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3932667558842356955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3932667558842356955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3932667558842356955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-these-days.html' title='So _____ these days.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3550288526250685315</id><published>2010-01-21T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:09:28.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matts and Minas Bus.</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't understand it. WHY IS IT ALWAYS THEM, or rather, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all think it's cool? Singing at the back of the bus or playing techno &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; out loud or making a lot of noise or banging the railings here and there making some music you call your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't any of you be considerate and just shut the hell up and enjoy the god damn bus ride to wherever you all are heading to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SBS&lt;/span&gt; should come up with some sort of punishment for these people. They all should be booked and made to take the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Matts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minas&lt;/span&gt; Bus for 2hours straight. In that bus, all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minas&lt;/span&gt; will be on it. Irritating techno music will be blasted throughout the whole journey and a bunch of hired people paid to bang the railings for no apparent reasons. To add, those people will be speaking loudly and on top of their voices and laughing like a mad dog at the slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about this, how about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SBS&lt;/span&gt; setting up a special bus service catering to only you people. Then you can do all that you like with your brothers and sisters and no one will make noise. You think what, win another Idol contest then what, big fuck &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;, can make all the noise you want. The only reason why another identical won is because you people are very free and rich, spend all your pay cheque on voting while we cant be bothered and choose to spend our money wisely. That is why you see, the percentage of you guys needing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; aid is so much higher than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU! Okay, this is not some excuse to vent out my anger. It is pure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;. Also, I have been tolerating these bunch of idiots for a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3550288526250685315?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3550288526250685315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3550288526250685315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3550288526250685315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3550288526250685315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/matts-and-minas-bus.html' title='Matts and Minas Bus.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5182140637325571487</id><published>2010-01-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:41:27.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA</title><content type='html'>Napfa was today. Aim was to ensure I didn't have to get an extra 2months in NS eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished! HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver la han na I know la ah gua. But 25points, not bad what. 1D, 1C and 4As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, the D was 2.4km. Surprising, some of you may find but ya, last station already, slack a bit I guess. Besides, I know my own fitness level now. I don't deserve a gold :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5182140637325571487?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5182140637325571487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5182140637325571487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5182140637325571487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5182140637325571487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/napfa.html' title='NAPFA'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2142867900094713692</id><published>2010-01-19T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:06:30.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oopps&lt;/span&gt;, I was supposed to blog yesterday. I remembered! But then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCDS&lt;/span&gt; got the better of me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran reservoir yesterday. Ar god damn it, or rather I knew my fitness dropped when I played soccer on Sunday. Why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. Is what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wayhong&lt;/span&gt;(or whoever said so) said correct? Climbing mountains bring down your stamina but increases your endurance level. But no kick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; climb up. Only climb down a lot of kick la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I scared fall down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have currently 7invitations to either birthday parties or some gathering blah blah blah. And as usual, I've not responded to any one of it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. If I got go then go lor. I mean, putting maybe is as good as not replying aint it. Also, I don't wana say yes and then not turn up. So, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT IF I EVER HAVE AN EVENT INVITATION YOU ALL BETTER REPLY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I cant think of anything much to write already. Tomorrow's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nafa&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;napfa&lt;/span&gt;, whatever the spelling. Nothing worries me EXCEPT pull-ups. Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guaaaa&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2142867900094713692?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2142867900094713692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2142867900094713692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2142867900094713692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2142867900094713692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/fitness-down.html' title='Fitness Down.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-798037571871997945</id><published>2010-01-17T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:46:56.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 child enough, NOT.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I want to blog now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's one of the favourite days of the week and that is because I get to play soccer. I mean, I haven't been playing much for a really long time so Sunday soccer is something I really look forward to. Ni nao hya, play damn shitty leh wah lao. Scored only ONE AND THAT IS VIA A DEFLECTION WAH LAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the ONLY CONSOLATION was that I got pass my marker 2 or 3times. Other than that, it's either me hitting the post after some decent work, shooting into the side netting, having a shot blocked by a last ditched tackle when facing an open goal or just completely miskicking the ball. HAHA. This is crap shit totally man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here comes the other reason why I enjoy Sunday soccer and that is coz I get to chat with my cousin-in-law, Gary. No, I'm not gay. It's coz I get to share my opinions about whatever craps with someone much older than me and hear his thoughts about it. I mean anything also can. Football, world news or even kopi peng. Really like listening to what he has to say, really. I think he makes more sense than my father. Maybe because he is only 10years older than me while my father is eh, 36. Whao, now that I counted that is really alot. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I really like it when he (Gary) shares his views about whatever la. Get to talk about what's hot in the news with him lately and all. The only thing I can remember asking my father for his opinion about was like just now when he fetched me back from soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh papa, got such thing as altitude sickness not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, that is all I remember. Other than that, I cant remember the last time there was an exchange of views whatsoever. Probably because he still thinks I'm some si gin na. Na bei basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Kwang who fetched us to soccer today so he was in the car too. Ar, damn long never see him, miss his nonsense and jokes on the pitch. Never fail to entertain and make the atmosphere better. I like his thoughts and views too because he never fail to add nonsense inside. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I came across on the papers while I was having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China will be facing a prospect of up to 24million single males in 2020 if i didn't recall the year wrongly. I mean, firstly I would love to say you stupid fags deserve it. I mean, what the hell please, one child policy. The first MOST OBVIOUS problem you will face in like 50 60years is the inevitable aging population. Tio bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, because most familys prefer boys, many illegal abortions will take place that is for sure. Tio bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly (which also links with the second), the pathetic fetus will not even get a chance to live because why? The fetus in like 9months will develop a vagina and not a penis. HOW CAN LIKE THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because every family's "entitled" to only a kid, I am very sure the kid will be given the best of everything for whatever OBVIOUS reasons that I dont have to explain. Can you imagine how the family will react when choy, touch wood, that only kid is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Gay.&lt;br /&gt;b) Dies for whatever reasons or&lt;br /&gt;c) Is gay and dies for whatever reasons ranging from accidents that are human/nature related, diseases, illness and blah la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I know, everyone knows. China kinda have no choice because of the raipd growth of the country and limited resources blah blah blah. But one child policy is definitely not the remedy to this issue. Bloody hell 24million men. Can you imagine all the raging testorones? Rape, kidnap and molest cases will be sky high. And there you have it, human trafficing. This is sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about doing the opposite of what Singapore is doing now? While Singapore's govenment are busy asking couples to have more kids, China can encourage couples to think carefully and choose the correct number and all those crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it might not have been successful because I'm sure those living in the villages and all still like the idea of big BIG &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;familes so bo pian lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have no choice but this is the only way to cut down the number of humans living there but this is defintely not a long term solution but a SHORT one. I know I know, you people must be thinking why I kao pei so much and then just kao pei on when I'm not able to solve this problem. Like I said in all such entries before, THIS IS NOT MY PROBLEM! IM JUST HERE TO MAKE NOISE. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be fair, maybe I'd provide some suggestions though I aint sure if those tiong kok government have actually thought of it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Max 2kids policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we cant guarantee everyone will get married, this could be a way to help reduce the number slowly. This also excludes the fact that they may either get some terminal disease, suffer accidents either through work or natural disasters and die or simply dont wana get married. With 2kids, parents wont have to place all their eggs(hope) into one basket(one kid) right? Another reason's coz 2kids to replace their parents after they pass on eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sending scholars to less developed countries to aid in their development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending them to places like Singapore would be really stupid as our country's education is so competitive. While facing the prospect of being one of the very few bright people in the country and also being able to help their country develop, it might seem a very interesting prospect. Recognition will never be in doubt. Also if they were to start a family there, their very good genes can be spread around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Enough la, time to continue watching my vcds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear China, please remember that while the 1child policy is a faster way to reduce the number of humans living, please bare in mind that you are reducing the countries' population by more than half in like 80years time. While one kid will replace one parent, who's gonna replace the other? And can you gurantee that kid will get married or not encounter any mishaps and fail to start a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough, really enough. Too lengthy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-798037571871997945?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/798037571871997945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=798037571871997945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/798037571871997945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/798037571871997945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-want-to-blog-now.html' title='1 child enough, NOT.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7185744247535736739</id><published>2010-01-15T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:08:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, no more links, no more tagboard and no more sitemeter. Entertainment will still go on (but of course) but i aint interested in how many people are reading or how popular I am already. Eh, I still am la but ARGH, JUST NO MORE SITEMETER. Achievements will probably go back up soon but's more towards helping me store it some place rather than to show off or whatever you humans can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatime Sakae Buffet with Joseph and Son over at Simei just now. Ni na bei, after eating and im so full, Joseph suggested walking to TM and then Eric agreed. Wah lao ehhh. Trying to be democratic, I decided to use a voting system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take train - 1 Vote.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - 2 Votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up walking there. Hahahahahaha. But okay la, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as altitude sickness? Well, I don't know but up till last night, I was feeling giddy and all ever since I came down from 1500meters above sea level. I wanted to chao keng and take MC but then I realised that is gay and hence, I decided not to be ah gua and just live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think if I see the doctor, the doctor will probably tell me to go live in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am Sun Wu Kong in my previous life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR! NO WONDER MY MOTHER SAY MY "GUI REN' IS A MONKEY. And there you have it, Hua Guo San is Mount Ayam while Shui Lian Dong is the waterfall. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is about it. It feels good to be back. Had been busy and when I finally got free, I got lazy and hence that explains why I stopped blogging. Well, I am good so don't any of you faithful readers worry. HAHA. Anyway I am free already and hence, I will definitely be blogging on a regular basis like before, I hope. Okay I know that is ironic. A definitely followed by a I Hope. Well, that's what this place is all about aint it? And that is what you people love reading aint it? Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like what I always said before, it hasn't changed. Stick around for you may be rewarded with 2entries in a day(or because I'm always editing bits and pieces). HAHAHA OKAY IM NOT SOME SUPERSTAR ANYMORE I WANA BE LOW PROFILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore?! I was a superstar? And if I was, maybe I still am some superstar? OKAY ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7185744247535736739?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7185744247535736739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7185744247535736739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7185744247535736739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7185744247535736739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2639475493623837436</id><published>2009-04-02T13:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:28:46.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hahaha, long time no see people. Yes it’s true I aint home most of the time but every now and then when im home, im lazy to blog. HAHA. But well, im here now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No summary of what I’ve done in March BUT, those outings with pictures taken shall be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10th March, we went to celebrate my beloved daughter’s birthday. Nothing much, a movie and buffet over at Marina Square. Hope you enjoyed your birthday ah mei. You know Daddy hates planning ar, so ya la. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th March was Tianwen’s 21st birthday celebration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th March was Sentosa with Wendy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, back to where we first started :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th March was cooking at my place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th March was to Gelare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th March was to Chinatown Heritage Center. Free tickets, thanks to the Jewel Box package I bought during Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, no pictures were allowed to be taken in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many more pictures not supposed to be taken. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that still got a few but I haven’t take the pictures yet. So that is all for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played soccer with Saba and his Law friends on a Tuesday and it was good really. I miss playing soccer. You guys should call me there more often. Surprising, I played rather well despite not kicking a ball for long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know im now barely online but you guys can contact me via hp eh. As long as im not out or not having any plans, whoever im with, I'll turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, had Yum Cha with my kids after going Sentosa. Somehow I feel my appetite for buffets matches the amount of exercise I do now eh. Bad appetite, barely any exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer with my cousin-in-law, Gary, after sucha long time last weekend and damn I miss playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes! Something rather comical. My SIP is gonna be done outside school. Im attached to some company outside. This is stupid really. The lecturer told me the selection is done based on firstly, GRADES and secondly, RECOMMENDATION. Siao. Do you think I fit into any of the category above? What more, we were specially selected. They must have seen my GPA’s first digit as 3 huh. Or, they probably selected me based on Seal Points eh. Must be, my Seal Points a lot. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la enough. A long enough update. I will be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating was fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Byee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2639475493623837436?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2639475493623837436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2639475493623837436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2639475493623837436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2639475493623837436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahaha-long-time-no-see-people.html' title='Welcome Back.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8374047733266467208</id><published>2009-02-28T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:37:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day.</title><content type='html'>Here I am because I'm home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ at Shendia's Grandma place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8374047733266467208?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8374047733266467208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8374047733266467208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8374047733266467208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8374047733266467208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6431818260669340126</id><published>2009-02-17T21:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:43:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Loving It.</title><content type='html'>And I'm here to sneak in sometime to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the end. Will be back when I'm more free or at least home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have more pictures up when I get'em. And if you think having 1 here is too little. Take that number and X100. That is roughly the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6431818260669340126?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6431818260669340126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6431818260669340126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6431818260669340126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6431818260669340126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving It.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2292257666450440226</id><published>2009-02-01T13:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:38:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon.</title><content type='html'>Caught Red Cliff 2 with Son, Yanni, Ben and Kj yesterday over at PS. Not bad what the show. Whoever said it wasn’t good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said in the previous entry. Hello Parrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC01829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shendia bu zai jia :( Ah girl, must take some pictures together soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/Photo71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC01747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2292257666450440226?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2292257666450440226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2292257666450440226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2292257666450440226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2292257666450440226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6873088534130505852</id><published>2009-01-25T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:31:50.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to waste my time with you.</title><content type='html'>Hello mortals, im back for an update. Yes, yes I know. It’s been ages since I’ve blogged but it aint that im lazy whatsoever. It’s just that I’ve been a little busy and hence that explains. The amount of time I’ve been online proves too eh. No doubt will blog as long as time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Temasek League Series is over. My team got the worse possible result and that was second for Captains Ball. I shouldn’t elaborate about it but ya, we all were sure getting first wasn’t unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for soccer, I don’t know what the placing was anyway. Of the I-don’t-know-how-many games, I only managed to turn up for 2. Of the 2games I turned up for, we won one 4-2 and lost the other 3-2. Of the 6goals scored, 4 came from me and 2 were either made or involved me. I think they lost the rest of the games. Eh, no offence but that proves quite a lot about my team uh. To be honest, I joined the team coz I thought this other 2players were in the same team, which turned out to wrong. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been long since I went to Sentosa and headed out with Wayhong and co and I did both yesterday with Wayhong, Sikai, Weizhi, Edmund and Dingchun. God damn it I barely got tanner. Bitch. And went I realised Wendy's camera was in my bag, we took the chance to take 2 pictures with 2 parrots. HAHA. Shall have one up once I get it. After Sentosa was to Chinatown till 8plus before I headed off while they went somewhere else. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other then that, nothing much already eh. Okay, a matter of fact I can’t remember except those that involved Wendy. HAHA. Life has been perfect. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, finally a picture that was taken AFTER. Team Temasek Day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC01439-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6873088534130505852?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6873088534130505852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6873088534130505852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6873088534130505852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6873088534130505852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-to-waste-my-time-with-you.html' title='Just to waste my time with you.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3984767866280775760</id><published>2009-01-13T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:35:23.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back.</title><content type='html'>Wah, long time no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Wendy and her family (excluding sister) on Sunday and it was good. Her Dad came to pick us up over at my place and drove us down to Punggol where we had Seafood over at Marina Country Club. Her parents quite cool you know, ask me drink beer with them. HAHAHA. Not funny meh? I thought it was funny though and I still think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been missing training for quite a while due to whatever reasons. Not that I’m skipping it on purpose of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andyes, I can’t believe my computer can’t support Left 4 Dead. Basket. HOW CAN LIKE THAT?! And I always thought my computer damn power and I still think it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think it’s nothing much already eh. I mean come on, there’s school everyday, what do you expect. Weekends then a little different la. But then again, there aint time to blog so that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I did it (photoscape) already. In fact I did 2. Have it up maybe next time eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I go. Here’s her favourite picture that was taken on the 27th and it was BEFORE, not after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC01307-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3984767866280775760?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3984767866280775760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3984767866280775760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3984767866280775760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3984767866280775760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8170773622963938240</id><published>2009-01-03T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:49:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Hao.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. So obvious you all are reading my blog la. Got questions just ask me. I don't lie but I can't guarantee I won't prank. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things easier for you guys, no need pass the link around la dey. Just type "tzechoong" on yahoo and you'll find this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8170773622963938240?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8170773622963938240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8170773622963938240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8170773622963938240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8170773622963938240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/01/ni-hao.html' title='Ni Hao.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2105554776646634816</id><published>2009-01-02T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:28:35.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and a, HAPPY NEW YEAR :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do one soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you guys start off 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off mine perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2105554776646634816?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2105554776646634816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2105554776646634816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2105554776646634816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2105554776646634816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-happy-new-year.html' title='and a, HAPPY NEW YEAR :) :)'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5091984403798827929</id><published>2008-12-27T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:45:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC00952-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not I do la. I don't even know anything about such things. HAHA. Anyway this was just for testing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC01243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5091984403798827929?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5091984403798827929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5091984403798827929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5091984403798827929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5091984403798827929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas :) :)'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-445797378799098952</id><published>2008-12-17T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:06:45.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around a time or two.</title><content type='html'>Back to school &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;and met up with Wendy after her stuff was over and done with. Went to Ikea, snacked and walked around. BOLT 3D at TM in the afternoon, then dinner over at Century Square. Bus to YCK first, then back home. And we both agreed that it didn’t seem at all like a long way back home today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s Stay Home Wednesday &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt; A fruitful day at home. And god damn it, why don’t they do reservations on Public Holidays. Thank God for other places that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-445797378799098952?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/445797378799098952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=445797378799098952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/445797378799098952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/445797378799098952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/12/around-time-or-two.html' title='Around a time or two.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3725100998144535680</id><published>2008-12-15T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:36:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick and Norah, Vivo X2.</title><content type='html'>Finally the bitch term test is over. Met up with Yanni on &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after our papers and had lunch before heading down to PS to meet Wendy, Shendia and Sherry. Badd, Liza and Fion came later as we caught the show NICK AND NORAH over at The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at PS, then blah lala and we headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son and Kj accompanied me down to Vivo on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; to check something out and I aint very satisfied with my findings eh. Damn it. Lets hope I find a more satisfying result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday,&lt;/span&gt; met up with Wendy in the morning as we headed down to Vivo. While she headed off to work, I spent my time reading books at the bookstore till Sherry came to accompany me till 6. Good girl. Then met back up with Wendy after that, blah lala and had dinner over at Hougang Point. Interesting time at NTUC and a while at the bus stop before heading off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt; met Yanni in school for something that if I didn’t recall wrongly, daughter don’t wana let people know what it is. HAHA. Then it was dinner opposite school after Wendy’s Workshop ended with her, Yanni and Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3725100998144535680?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3725100998144535680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3725100998144535680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3725100998144535680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3725100998144535680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/12/nick-and-norah-vivo-x2.html' title='Nick and Norah, Vivo X2.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7266775166204198750</id><published>2008-12-08T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:28:57.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine, Race Pack Collection, Kids Dash, Vivo.</title><content type='html'>Caught the show Quarantine on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; with Wendy, Yanni and Sherry over at The Cathay. Then accompanied Sherry to Vivo where she left to meet her friends while Wendy, Yanni and I had out dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Wendy on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;morning for breakfast near her place before heading down to the Expo to collect Race Pack. After collection was to John Little sale. Met Sherry in town for a short while after that before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Standard Chartered’s 750m Kids Dash &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;morning and met up with Wendy after my dash. Lunch alongside Son, Christina and Sally. While they headed back after lunch, we waited for Yanni and Sherry to come to have their lunch. NTUC for a while at her area before having dinner over at Hougang Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt; met up with Sherry over at Vivo and had lunch with Wendy during her break. Slacked at Starbucks after that while waiting for Wendy to end work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think on my next Dash I'll do some warm-up before I start. HAHA, still think. Halfway through I tio cramp and it was really bad. HAHAHA. Basket. But still managed to go below my target eh. And I realised my target's kinda too easy to hit. And hence for my next Dash, my target will be 1second off my current timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7266775166204198750?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7266775166204198750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7266775166204198750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7266775166204198750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7266775166204198750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/12/quarantine-race-pack-collection-kids.html' title='Quarantine, Race Pack Collection, Kids Dash, Vivo.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3251630534253944990</id><published>2008-12-04T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:49:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Garden, Subway, Shokudo, Mac.</title><content type='html'>It was Seoul Garden with Group 6 of Punk Red on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; with Son, Yanni and Kj coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was Dinner with Wendy, Yanni and Shendia over at Plaza Sing’s Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Cityhall with Yanni to meet Wendy and Sherry over at Shokudo after some briefing on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt; it was dinner with Yanni, Shendia and Sherry over at TM's Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. Im getting lazy to blog recently but I know if I don’t, I wouldn’t remember what I’ve done. And also partly coz I've not much of a time on the computer everyday, I get lazy too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3251630534253944990?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3251630534253944990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3251630534253944990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3251630534253944990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3251630534253944990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/12/seoul-garden-subway-shokudo-mac.html' title='Seoul Garden, Subway, Shokudo, Mac.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-978002602584563464</id><published>2008-11-30T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:52:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free blood, DKNY, Madagascar 2, IT Fair.</title><content type='html'>Quite a busy week damn it. Despite that, nothing big or significant happened during the weekdays. Gave some blood to Mr. Dracula before going for training on Wednesday. Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OH! To the Daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat. Thanks for the DKNY-You-Know-What eh! Buffet’s on me come holiday! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andyes, I witnessed a Penguin getting knocked down a car on Saturday. Son and Daughter 2 saw it too eh. It was funny though. Overall not bad yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the IT fair just now and on Friday too but didn’t get anything. Was thinking of getting a hard disk but changed my mind coz im rather lazy to look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la entry getting boring already. More updates yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-978002602584563464?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/978002602584563464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=978002602584563464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/978002602584563464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/978002602584563464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-blood-dkny-madagascar-2-it-fair.html' title='Free blood, DKNY, Madagascar 2, IT Fair.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8191433681377715945</id><published>2008-11-23T13:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:06:29.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater World, Pictures.</title><content type='html'>And as usual, met up with Wendy after our respective trainings in school &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; Headed down to Vivo where we met up with Yanni and Sherry. Had lunch at the coffee shop before heading to the Underwater World. I think it’s been more than a decade since I’ve been there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt; it’s stay home Sunday. Good boy right? HAHA. Recovering in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, look what I found on the net. . . HAHA. Okay I didn’t exactly find it. It was Grace who found it and told me about it and hence, I went to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/blog3Bchoong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Not bad right. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to time constraint or perhaps just laziness, just 3pictures from Charlotte's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/n566229887_1022205_7393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great time and day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8191433681377715945?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8191433681377715945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8191433681377715945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8191433681377715945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8191433681377715945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/underwater-world-pictures.html' title='Underwater World, Pictures.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5581257968403133963</id><published>2008-11-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:36:10.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPRAWKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monday to Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; was TPRAWKS and it was good. The last day really made me feel I’ve done a great job. Thanks for everything rawkers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was regaining fitness and I really gotta work on it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, played minimum soccer , waited for Wendy’s meeting to end before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for Charlotte’s birthday celebration are ready. Shall have’em up when im free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5581257968403133963?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5581257968403133963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5581257968403133963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5581257968403133963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5581257968403133963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/tprawks.html' title='TPRAWKS.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4343571039352026959</id><published>2008-11-16T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:00:39.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85, Soccer, High School Musical 3, Steamboat.</title><content type='html'>It was dinner with Wendy, Shendia and Yanni over at 85 on&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer from 3plus till 8.45pm on &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and it was good really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wendy after our respective trainings in school &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Headed down to Cine and waited for Yanni, Sherry then Shendia to arrive. Late lunch at Fish and Co followed by movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I skipped soccer again &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt; Heh. Met up with Son in the afternoon and headed to somewhere and bought some stuff and helped someone buy some stuff too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Parkway after that where we had steamboat. To think it's still there though a slight change in location. And I recognised the place by its menu! HAHA. My dad used to bring me there very often to eat coz we both like it and now, I bring my son. Not bad right. HAHAHA. KJ joined us for dinner over at Mac, Hougang Mall and we all had MEGA MAC/SPICY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4343571039352026959?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4343571039352026959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4343571039352026959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4343571039352026959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4343571039352026959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/85-soccer-high-school-musical-3.html' title='85, Soccer, High School Musical 3, Steamboat.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1950435442452779186</id><published>2008-11-12T22:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:30:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steak House, Pictures from Iguides Camp.</title><content type='html'>It was Charlotte’s birthday celebration over at Steak House, Holland Village on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Met up with Wendy after my lesson ended. Then changed and headed down to town first before going over. Well Charlotte, hope you had a great time there eh. Sorry if I was a lil quiet. Coz not very familiar with a number of them eh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come, when I get everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, nothing much happened. Had dinner opposite school with Wendy, Yanni and Shendia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s training as per normal for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are SOME pictures from Iguides Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC_0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Gladys. Thanks for going through all the pictures just to look for mine :) I think how we first knew each other’s kinda funny though. And it resulted in me being her first friend in TP. NOT her mentors, NOT her classmates BUT ME. Not bad right. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/02112008043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/02112008038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC_0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC_0747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken. I was actually bending down quite a fair bit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC_0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1950435442452779186?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1950435442452779186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1950435442452779186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1950435442452779186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1950435442452779186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/steak-house-pictures-from-iguides-camp.html' title='Steak House, Pictures from Iguides Camp.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2685987797150354125</id><published>2008-11-09T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:48:42.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi auntie, Pictures from Huiling's birthday celebration.</title><content type='html'>As for yesterday, headed to school in the morning somewhat as usual and met Wendy after our respective trainings. Then met up with Yanni and then Sherry over at PS. Had our really late lunch over at the Kopitiam followed by ice cream over at Swensens. Walked around and chit some chat before heading off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Wendy’s place for a while and her mother remembers me! Aww auntie, don’t like that la, I will shy. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2, now its 3. God damn it. And as such, I shall skip soccer again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pictures from Huiling's birthday celebration over at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some of the Iguides pictures already but wait la, next entry or something eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2685987797150354125?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2685987797150354125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2685987797150354125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2685987797150354125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2685987797150354125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-auntie-pictures-from-huilings.html' title='Hi auntie, Pictures from Huiling&apos;s birthday celebration.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1565585139208852219</id><published>2008-11-07T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:50:24.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Go Round.</title><content type='html'>Well, settled for soccer in TP after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In countries like England where they have the EPL; What do the ricer clubs do when they cant beat some particular team? They buy their best players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for some people in TP, what do they do when they can’t beat you? They tell you it’s getting late and that they would wana play among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe we shouldn’t keep winning and I shouldn’t have scored those beauties. AI SEH. HAHA. Eh really leh, I really think they are beauties. If not those losers wont show such a stunned face followed by some applause tio bo. Anyway we are called Team Crayon. Cute right?! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today’s one was really bad. The amount I used was ridiculous and it didn’t go away. Im really in deep shit la. In fact I’ve been in this shit for quite a long period of time already but today’s shit was never before. Okay, let’s take consolation that of the 4 areas, only 2 really pain today. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1565585139208852219?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1565585139208852219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1565585139208852219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1565585139208852219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1565585139208852219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/merry-go-round.html' title='Merry Go Round.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1059967391544639440</id><published>2008-11-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:30:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedok Interchange, Training, Takeaway Dinnner.</title><content type='html'>It was dinner with Wendy, Yiting, Shendia and Yanni over at Bedok Interchange on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training as per normal on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to run today was withdrawn at the last minute but buay yao keen. Takeaway dinner was good coz im quite full now and if im full that means Wendy is damn full. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im damn busy (act only). Pictures for Huiling's birthday celebration are here and will have it up when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1059967391544639440?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1059967391544639440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1059967391544639440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1059967391544639440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1059967391544639440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/bedok-interchange-training-takeaway.html' title='Bedok Interchange, Training, Takeaway Dinnner.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1271271048164726654</id><published>2008-11-03T20:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:50:41.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you with name.</title><content type='html'>As of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, I skipped Sentosa in the morning because I didn’t wana skip my CDS. Not bad right. Met up with Hong and all in the evening over at Vivo City to celebrate Hui Ling’s birthday after Campus Relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iguides camp was nothing but shit. One of the few highlights were swimming (which was our own activity) and times we were slacking together be it clubroom or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, pictures to come, when I get’em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I felt guilty at that moment. As far as I can, I wont skip lectures anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes. THANK YOU CHEESECAKE :) :) Eh, I mean for the cheesecake. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Cannot like that la. Why never put name right. Okay replay from all the thank you-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU WENDY KOH WAN YI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For applying counterpain for me when my ankle hurt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For finding and buying the shampoo I like to use coz my mum bought another one as there was no more stock :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for bringing me an oreo and baked cheesecake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reward for all your kind acts, all the times you tickled me will not be counted. But if you continue doing so, you can redeem yourself with further acts of kindness/sweetness. If not, you cannot continue doing so coz I scared itchy but that doesn't mean im scared of you. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a bid to show greater sincerity, I asked everyone to go to T3 after camp so that you could have your virgin meal over at Popeye. But sorry eh, failed to convince everyone to go to the Flyer instead so that you could reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1271271048164726654?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1271271048164726654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1271271048164726654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1271271048164726654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1271271048164726654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-with-name.html' title='Thank you with name.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4495432409501255307</id><published>2008-10-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:29:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Father's Chalet.</title><content type='html'>Hope you had a great day father :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andyes, had dinner with Yanni, Sherry, Shendia, Liza, Hong, Jiaying and Chuxian over at TM just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4495432409501255307?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4495432409501255307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4495432409501255307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4495432409501255307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4495432409501255307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-from-fathers-chalet.html' title='Pictures from Father&apos;s Chalet.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6542191093522231952</id><published>2008-10-29T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:02:04.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to Malaysia, First training finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sikai, Weizhi, Li Juan and Ding Chun over at Woodlands Interchange before leaving for Malaysia where we met up with Hong and Xianwei. Quite a good day there as we ate and caught Tropic Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a period of less than 4hours, I had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ice Chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;2) Fried Ice Cream,&lt;br /&gt;3) Chicken Noodles on Sizzling Pan,&lt;br /&gt;4) Marble Cheese Cake from Secret Recipe,&lt;br /&gt;5) Oreo Milkshake from Secret Recipe and&lt;br /&gt;6) Half Chicken Set Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding the movie, I spent only 60odd RM. That is about 25 Sing. Not bad right, for both the price and my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, I finally went for training. Not as tough as I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya. Over on Sunday when the girl at the cashier asked if I wanted Cookies or Chips to go along my subway, I seriously wanted to answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“None. Can I have you instead?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time whoever wants to eat Subway over at Suntec,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE ASK ME ALONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. THANK YOU :) :) For the shampoo! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6542191093522231952?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6542191093522231952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6542191093522231952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6542191093522231952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6542191093522231952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-trip-to-malaysia-first-training.html' title='Day Trip to Malaysia, First training finally.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2622593323682805426</id><published>2008-10-26T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:01:19.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Skipped usual soccer again &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;. Met up with Son and KJ over at Cityhall. Blah la la, had dinner, slacked and crapped before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, headed back to school in the morning and then waited for Wendy to end her training. Movie plan was cancelled so we slacked around while waiting for Yanni and Sherry after our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Father’s Chalet together. Well father, hope you had a great day eh :) Sorry that we had to leave kinda early. Hope to meet up with you soonnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes not forgetting this. THANK YOU :) :) I think I’ll be injury-free for the rest of my life. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2622593323682805426?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2622593323682805426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2622593323682805426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2622593323682805426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2622593323682805426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you.html' title=':)'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8962629248190222923</id><published>2008-10-24T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:51:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet &amp;  Iguides Orientation Pictures.</title><content type='html'>HAHA, I knew I never had to go prove myself. And I know im always playing a fool when I play soccer in school. You all also got disturb lor, though it’s me most of the time. HEHE! Okay serious, humble ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Chalet pictures are here. But just gonna have 3 up since the rest nothing special and also coz I didn’t appear much. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many more missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Iguides Orientation pictures. Only 2 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SDC10273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubayn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SDC10272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday FATHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a great pleasure knowing you ehh. Seeyou tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday BROTHER(Wei hao)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a great pleasure knowing you ehh. Seeyou soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8962629248190222923?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8962629248190222923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8962629248190222923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8962629248190222923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8962629248190222923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/chalet-iguides-orientation-pictures.html' title='Chalet &amp;  Iguides Orientation Pictures.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1467636061405311224</id><published>2008-10-23T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:32:40.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights In Rodanthe, Netball, Max Payne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;marks school reopening and what a surprise I had in the morning when Wendy was punctual, FOR THE FIRST TIME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was Nights In Rodanthe with V over at TM after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, nothing much special happened as Wendy was back to her usual way. HAHA. Okay, serious. Met up with V over at Bugis after school and it was Netball with her, her formal coach and others over at some place really far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was healthy day as I returned back to reservoir to continue upping my fitness alongside Hong and Sikai. Then it was a little soccer with them 2, adding Gilbert and Edmund. After bathing and stuff was dinner at TM excluding Edmund but adding Son followed by Max Payne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I THINK IT’S THE FIRST TIME I GOT A LESSON CANCELLED! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; Unlike Wendy basket, always having lessons cancelled. This is so tak fair. Anyway I made great use of the spare time as I was with the Daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat! Long time no see her name over here right. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Wendy ended lessons we both went dating over at Bedok Reservoir. HAHAHA. And it was dinner after that alongside Yanni and Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as for last Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I kinda deleted those parts coz wah lao eh, im not here to report to you guys what im doing but rather to serve as a reminder to myself for what I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1467636061405311224?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1467636061405311224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1467636061405311224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1467636061405311224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1467636061405311224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/nights-in-rodanthe-netball-max-payne.html' title='Nights In Rodanthe, Netball, Max Payne.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4000085284780944948</id><published>2008-10-16T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:16:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet, Sentosa, Painted Skin, FDM Workshop Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to school in the afternoon. Then met up with Hong, Yanni, Shendia, Jiaying and Juwita to head to N803’s class chalet with Special Guests invited. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was pretty much alright. Headed to OCH at around 3am, which was just behind our chalet. Honestly, it aint very scary whatsoever eh. I though the Red House was scarier. HAHA. Got back to chalet and we chatted till 7plus in the morning where Hong and I left while the rest slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, bathed, ate and packed my stuff and left to meet Wendy over at her place. Then met Yanni over at Vivo and off to Sentosa! Sherry met up with us after Sentosa and we had early dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Painted Skin at 7.15pm and its Wendy’s virgin movie experience there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh. Not bad right, I’ve been awake since yesterday say 11plus in the morning. From running, chalet, eating, sentosa and movie, I’m still going strong! Okay that’s shit. I can just lie on my bed now and sleep damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the things you do and the people you’re with can make up for loss sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, here's a group picture from FDM Workshop. A few had already left though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC02532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it. More pictures to come, when I get’em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4000085284780944948?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4000085284780944948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4000085284780944948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4000085284780944948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4000085284780944948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/chalet-sentosa-painted-skin-fdm.html' title='Chalet, Sentosa, Painted Skin, FDM Workshop Picture.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3377163021518671047</id><published>2008-10-14T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:49:43.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FDM BBQ, Reunion with Bros, FDM Workshop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped soccer today. Met up with Angela and Robin then headed to Vivo and met up with Wendy and Sherry. Blah blah blah, headed to FDM’s BBQ much to my reluctance. In the end, it was only a show and leave thingy as Wendy and I headed back not too long after arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to school. Then met up with Secondary School bros for dinner and indeed, MONTHS since we last met up. Dessert at Soya Bean Shop and slacked a bit before heading off. Bryan and Jia Jie were supposed to come to my place to slack but due to something, it was off and then the something was called off. Wah lao eh. Sorry ar. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bros present. Bryan, Wei Hao, Jia Jie, Lance and Ignatius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh. Ration a bit leh. Missed touch rugby again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s FDM Workshop and that is about it. Other than having mosquitoes to bite me over at Henderson Wave and then PSP dying on me shortly after arriving there, it was rather good. Time spent was good and I feel it’s worth skipping touch rugby again. Sorry ar. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual stuff over at Vivo when in a group. Slacking and having dinner over at Open Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cool stuff! On our way back, pui eh (Bryan) boarded the train over at Dhoby Ghaut. Ohyes, and finally Wendy knows whom im referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3377163021518671047?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3377163021518671047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3377163021518671047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3377163021518671047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3377163021518671047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/fdm-bbq-reunion-with-bros-fdm-workshop.html' title='FDM BBQ, Reunion with Bros, FDM Workshop.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6511929577045207900</id><published>2008-10-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:40:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An email I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to all ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing strong interest in offering your service as an event helper for the Standard Chartered Marathon 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to inform you that the company could not accept your service as this was based on a first come first serve basis &amp;amp; your replies came past the dateline imposed by the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for any inconvinence caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to see you in future events organised by Engineering Studies Club (ESC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed Shafrudin Bin Mohd Ismail&lt;br /&gt;Assistant EEO Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Studies Club&lt;br /&gt;Executive Committee AY08/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all and whoever. Firstly, I would LOVE to say that I never once showed any interest in being an event helper and secondly, I didn’t even reply the initial email till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I regret to say I simply don't understand the content of this email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And something to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody god damn it, fancy sending such an email and then having a spelling error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the sentence that beings with “Sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INCONVENIENCE, NOT inconvinence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the best part now? I received a reply regarding the details of the event. Acting stupid? Or simply plain stupid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6511929577045207900?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6511929577045207900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6511929577045207900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6511929577045207900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6511929577045207900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/email.html' title='Email.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6338375507247887589</id><published>2008-10-10T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:54:36.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa with Wendy again alongside, Yanni, Sherry, Weiping, Sikai, Weizhi, Wayhong and Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shendia met us for dinner and we dined at Asian Kitchen. Slacked at open top as usual after dinner before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Something funny yet interesting to say. My skin peeled coz of last week’s 2 Sentosa trips. The sun was really damn power then. And only yesterday my arms starting peeling. There’s this particular patch that really peeled a lot. And so today I went tanning again and that patch that peeled a lot turned pink. And the best part is, the patch that peeled a lot turns out to be a heart shape. HAHA. So now I have a pink heart shape over at my right arm. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one could see it but Wendy. You all blind is it? Sherry even said it was a circle. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! And who could have found a 2-dollar bill floating in the sea but me? I love my eyes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back in the school. Accompanied Hong for dinner and he came to my place to slack a while before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello V. I think I’m seeing the 11.11 thingy too often that it aint fun anymore. Haha. Be safe and come back safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6338375507247887589?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6338375507247887589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6338375507247887589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6338375507247887589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6338375507247887589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4699068816124474766</id><published>2008-10-08T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:40:30.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakae Buffet, Pictures from ELE BBQ and Sakura Buffet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wendy in the morning before heading to school. Then got some stuff done somewhere before having our long awaited SAKAE BUFFET, over at Harbourfront Center alongside Yanni, Sherry, Shendia and Wei Zhi. Probably coz I still aint feeling well, yesterday’s and today’s buffet was quite a waste as I didn’t really eat that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used 5packets of tissue yesterday so I decided to bring a box of tissue out today. And then my nose try and be funny. Today it became blocked. Wah lao eh, waste my time bringing a box of tissue la basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong met up with us later and then we went up to the open top to slack and crap. Wendy wanted to head off at 9 coz she wanted to watch her 10pm show. HAHA. Sherry and Shendia left with her while the rest of us went to watch BIG STAN. Okay la, funny show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND WE CAUGHT THE LAST TRAIN HOME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Eugene, Son and Jeremiah over at Cityhall before walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are here. Due to time constraint, here are SOME pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ELE BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, this one then Edmund la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sakura Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU BROTHER I ATE SAKURA. HAHA. Tomorrow going in. Song bo? Hahaha. Okay la serious, take care bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/SL373150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, ready for pictures. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4699068816124474766?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4699068816124474766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4699068816124474766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4699068816124474766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4699068816124474766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/sakae-buffet-pictures-from-ele-bbq-and.html' title='Sakae Buffet, Pictures from ELE BBQ and Sakura Buffet.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1993520495467227764</id><published>2008-10-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:24:21.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELE BBQ, Sakura Buffet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to school in the morning. Then headed to Sikai’s ELE BBQ in the early evening. Stayed overnight and headed back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave soccer a miss coz I still aint feeling well. Bloody nose I wonder which bugger is thinking of me. Stop it please. I’m suffering really badly over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got myself 8 new serials today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Kaiwen, Son, Weng Hao, Han Chong and Mum. Walked around town then settled for dinner over at Sakura, much to my reluctance. YES REALLY. But since I don’t know when I’ll be seeing Kaiwen again coz he's going into the army come Thursday, oh well. And the main reason for my reluctance is because there’s a plan to head to Sakae Buffet tomorrow. Yeah, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is about it. Before I go, have anyone of you experienced the feeling of blowing your nose so much that your head hurts every time you blow your nose. I have. Na bei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come, when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1993520495467227764?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1993520495467227764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1993520495467227764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1993520495467227764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1993520495467227764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/ele-bbq-sakura-buffet.html' title='ELE BBQ, Sakura Buffet.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7966735764440162462</id><published>2008-10-03T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:02:50.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Bunny.</title><content type='html'>I thought I wouldn’t be able to survive the week coz I had already finished my serial last Sunday but nope. Not really. I managed to! Coz I was out most of the time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it’s House Bunny with V today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Touch Rug with Mark and co today! Not forgetting Soccer with Ex Teammate over at Cage though this one I aint very enthusiastic about it. Oei, ration a bit leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7966735764440162462?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7966735764440162462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7966735764440162462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7966735764440162462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7966735764440162462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-bunny.html' title='House Bunny.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2844814782738753047</id><published>2008-10-02T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:25:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa, Fat Day.</title><content type='html'>Due to her SIP and stuff, it’s finally Sentosa with Wendy after long, alongside Yanni, Sherry, Hong and Wei Zhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Fat Day. Even though I didn’t have lunch coz I was at Sentosa, I made it up with 2 heavy dinners. First it was Carls Jr with Yanni, Hong and Wei Zhi while waiting for Shendia to come. And when she reached, we went to Thai Express where Wendy, Sherry and Shendia ate. Yes, yes. I ate again. Ar, god damn it. Yanni ate too! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that was dessert over at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry. Cheap la dey coz Yanni works there. Okay that is not the point. The main thing is the amount of food that has gone into my body. I need to visit Bedok Reservoir AND I’VE NOT DONE SO THIS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2844814782738753047?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2844814782738753047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2844814782738753047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2844814782738753047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2844814782738753047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa-fat-day.html' title='Sentosa, Fat Day.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7609676583067551671</id><published>2008-10-01T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:30:03.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, Soccer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror with Hong, Son, Wei Zhi and Jit Hao over at Downtown East. Our crapping session’s always great. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer with Sikai, Hong, Xian Wei, Gilbert and Edmund over at Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously stuff like these really makes me dislike a certain type of people even more. I shoot already, you kick my leg. I dribble pass you already, you still go and kick my leg. What you want you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this Chinese man who ole-ed me. He immediately looked up at me and said, “Ole”. I shouted what the hell as I gave me a disgusted face. I bet you guys if he has a blog, he would be blogging about how happy he was to ole me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because you could see in his face how happy he was. It was like a sense of achievement to have ole-ed me. 20cents bet that tonight he will not be able to fall asleep as he keeps repeating that scene in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case he forgot, that ole was a fucking scrappy one. It was more like a tight situation whereby I had already stopped his run and we’re both fighting to get possession. And to add, he didn’t even get the ball back. I mean what the fuck la. If you got pass me by ole-ing me and then still have possession of the ball okay la not bad. But the fucking ball was way beyond your reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say I was very pissed at that instant. Okay la not instant. For quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA I ADMIT. I ego lor. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7609676583067551671?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7609676583067551671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7609676583067551671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7609676583067551671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7609676583067551671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/10/mirror-soccer.html' title='Mirror, Soccer.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-711555485360924154</id><published>2008-09-29T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:06:35.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Soccer, Sentosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual soccer with cousin-in-law. Basket 4 on 4 so little people. And I played badly too god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa with Sikai, Hong, Son, Gilbert, Edmund, Wei Zhi, Gary and Xian Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some beach volleyball and beach soccer. Past 2times we went there we didn’t play beach soccer and this time we played quite a fair bit and it was good of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sikai and Gary headed back to school after Sentosa. Bert and Edmund headed back after eating while the rest of us went to the open top at Vivo to slack and crap till 8 before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this one night I couldn’t sleep. I just rolled around and all I could think of was Sakae Buffet. I just kept thinking about what sushis I would be eating and it went on and on until I fell asleep. My life damn sad. Before falling asleep still thinking of eating buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-711555485360924154?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/711555485360924154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=711555485360924154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/711555485360924154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/711555485360924154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-soccer-sentosa.html' title='Sunday Soccer, Sentosa.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1143846714946827694</id><published>2008-09-27T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:43:24.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me his friend gave him 2 tickets to the Grandstand for F1 and asked if I was interested. OF COURSE NOT LA DEY. I wanted to sell it but my dad refused coz he said if I wasn’t interested gotta give back. Wah lan eh, how can. So ya, I took it and went with V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to school in the morning. Then met up with Son and went to Vivo. Blah blah blah then met up with Wendy till dinnertime before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided against playing soccer with Emmeric and co over at Kallang cage, midnight. And another old friend just called me to play. Oei, ration a bit leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1143846714946827694?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1143846714946827694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1143846714946827694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1143846714946827694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1143846714946827694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1.html' title='F1.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7949812231466193192</id><published>2008-09-25T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:12:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched all 5 Harry Potter movies over at Jiaying’s place alongside Jasmine, Alvin, Suqin and Sky. Aint really into Harry but since I’ve only watched one, might as well just watch. Dozed off a couple of times anyway. Other than that, I spent my time eating and eating. Jiaying’s mum damn power. Makes good food and thankfully not my mother coz if not I wouldn’t be able to imagine my size now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I headed back to school to bathe. As my home’s water bill very high, I decided to save some cost and take a free bath in school. Oh no worries, I’m on concession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay serious. Okay no need serious already coz the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7949812231466193192?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7949812231466193192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7949812231466193192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7949812231466193192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7949812231466193192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5101710693310721039</id><published>2008-09-23T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:29:08.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet, Yum Cha, Touch Rugby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual soccer at usual timing was change to 1pm instead. And since my cousin-in-law aint going, I decided against going too. Then met up with Hong and headed to Gilbert’s family chalet. He had an extra night and hence invited us over. I totally had no plans to stay overnight but I stayed in the end. And yes, had no regrets doing so. It was fun really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some soccer, which was fun because I think im finding my touch again despite not playing for long. And the fact that whenever I got the ball, opponents resorted to pushing, kicking and playing rough with me makes me irritated yet shiok. HAHA. They’re like, oei danger man! HAHAHA. But I still scored a number hehe. And seriously they fouled me like siao and my ankles were tapped like free. Come to think of it they didn’t have to pay though so it’s really free. HAHA. Okay serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than soccer we played games and ate of course. Later part in the night, we all headed into a room where we had the guitar, we sang and then one of them still cook nuggets and seaweed chicken for us to eat. Shiok right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was chatting session till the morning where I slept at close to 7 and woke up at 9plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out, we went to kopitiam where everyone ate but me. Then it’s back home for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached back at around 12plus. Slacked on the computer before heading out to meet Yanni, Sherry and BF for Dim Sum Buffet over at Yum Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with V. Then headed back to TP to play Touch Rugby with Mark and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5101710693310721039?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5101710693310721039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5101710693310721039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5101710693310721039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5101710693310721039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/chalet-yum-cha-touch-rugby.html' title='Chalet, Yum Cha, Touch Rugby.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1654644191306620752</id><published>2008-09-20T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:32:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Brothers, Iguides Orientation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Brothers with Son, Sky and Hong over at TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for Iguides orientation. In truth, I went there only to kill time before playing soccer with Sky and co. Had lunch opposite school with Sky, Hong, Jit Hao, Daughter and BF before heading back to play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met back up with BF and Daughter plus Sherry over at Town after that while Wendy came later. Walked around, had dinner, crapped and slacked before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. And you know what guys. On my way to meet BF and co, I saw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FATHER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at Tampines Station. How coincidental eh! Anyway im really glad to see him. It’s been quite a while since I last saw him and we caught up a little. It’s always nice talking to Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another funny thing. As I was walking at a rather fast pace to meet BF and co, I was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Hey are you Singaporean?" Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"How old are you?" 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Oh okay. You have really beautiful eyes. Do you want to be a model?" "Here, take my namecard and maybe you could leave me your contact so I can get back to you and then blah blah blah blah blah and I can't remember what else she was saying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAHA WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1654644191306620752?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1654644191306620752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1654644191306620752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1654644191306620752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1654644191306620752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/step-brothers-iguides-orientation.html' title='Step Brothers, Iguides Orientation.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8929096732493412909</id><published>2008-09-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:26:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Sakae Buffet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is meet up with Secondary school buddies day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Amir first and caught the show Forgetting Sarah Marshall over at Plaza Sing. Headed to Vivo City after the show and waited for the rest to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din, Hafeez, Luqman, Helmi, Syahmi and a special appearance by Hetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner, then slacked around till close to 11 before heading back. It was nice seeing them after long especially Hafeez whom most of us have not met since graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae buffet with Son, Yanni and Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8929096732493412909?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8929096732493412909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8929096732493412909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8929096732493412909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8929096732493412909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgetting-sarah-marshall-sakae-buffet.html' title='Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Sakae Buffet.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-5906288315011168567</id><published>2008-09-17T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:49:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Foosball.</title><content type='html'>As off Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_12242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_12741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking it was rather easy. I mean of course la. Look at who's in front doing the scoring. HAHAHA. But then again, credits to the backline too. Good job team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-5906288315011168567?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/5906288315011168567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=5906288315011168567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5906288315011168567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/5906288315011168567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/human-foosball.html' title='Human Foosball.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2088215258549586238</id><published>2008-09-14T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:22:21.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Gold, Touch Rugby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. Didn’t feel like having buffet and clubbing later. I know it’s already been so long since I last met up with you guys but, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second medal in TP, second gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been 3. Ar god damn it screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some touch rugby after that. First time playing and it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I got when I ran pass the defense and touched down was almost the same as when I scored some goal in soccer in some tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I got when they couldn't catch me was like when I outpaced those defenders in soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I got when I feint and went the other direction was like when I did some tricks and got pass my marker in soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn song really. Im gonna quit soccer and turn professional in touch rugby. HAHA. Okay serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was to Liza’s place for steamboat to celebrate Mooncake festival with Chang er mei and some friends. Daughter, sherry and I left at around 2plus in the morning as we played mahjong while waiting for the ice cream to be fully frozen, which never really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong, Sunday soccer’s canceled coz one of them is getting married. My sincere blessings to you both eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2088215258549586238?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2088215258549586238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2088215258549586238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2088215258549586238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2088215258549586238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/second-gold-touch-rugby.html' title='Second Gold, Touch Rugby.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8845633373317897500</id><published>2008-09-11T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:21:50.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4BIA, Popeye, Badminton.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday rock la. It started off great with quite a nice improvement in timing. Then I passed all my papers and last but not least, met up with Sister after quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 4BIA over at TM followed by dinner over at Popeye at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, it was badminton with Lynette and Son. Plus minus times divide, lazy to add minor stuff and that is about it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8845633373317897500?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8845633373317897500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8845633373317897500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8845633373317897500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8845633373317897500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/4bia-popeye-badminton.html' title='4BIA, Popeye, Badminton.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2295540832642190577</id><published>2008-09-09T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:53:38.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town with Son, Jeremiah and Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2295540832642190577?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2295540832642190577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2295540832642190577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2295540832642190577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2295540832642190577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/same.html' title='Same.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8479159625163182414</id><published>2008-09-07T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:17:52.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Sunday soccer.</title><content type='html'>Bloody basket this woman driver. Luckily my brakes power but of course I more power la. Upon hearing the van’s (who was behind me) tire screeched, I couldn’t help but laugh. HAHA. Okay okay serious serious. Okay la credits to uncle van driver too. Luckily you also quite power if not we both tio accident thanks to that si cha bor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it feels good to be playing my Sunday soccer again but it kinda sucks when you tak form or rusty. Sorry ar, I know I miss a lot of good chances. I try harder next time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la that is about it. My current serial damn power. Both the good guys and bad guys got one hot babe each. Then the inspector’s wife also damn pretty. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8479159625163182414?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8479159625163182414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8479159625163182414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8479159625163182414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8479159625163182414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-again.html' title='Back to Sunday soccer.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3291701515633911376</id><published>2008-09-06T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:52:25.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still as fun.</title><content type='html'>You know I was supposed to head back to school today but then I overslept all thanks to Anaconda 3. Watched till 4plus in the morning and damn it the show sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Vincent and those few to play soccer at the usual place but damn it, I think those Malays we used to play against are fasting. Don’t bluff okay. Wana act fasting only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Braddel heights to play with some old secondary schoolmates. Was fun but rain cut short playing time. Ball control still a bit rusty ar boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been real long since I last played soccer with Vincent but I still enjoy playing alongside him as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3291701515633911376?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3291701515633911376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3291701515633911376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3291701515633911376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3291701515633911376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-play.html' title='Still as fun.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1948910552603942720</id><published>2008-09-05T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:20:54.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST.</title><content type='html'>Today I had my best Bus 8 and 55 ride ever. BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay other than nonsensical issues, main focus was on the little terrain today. Due to time constraint, had to leave after doing 10 and its rather saddening coz its quite fun you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is about it. Starting from the next time I head to school, I will only take Bus 55 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just kidding. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1948910552603942720?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1948910552603942720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1948910552603942720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1948910552603942720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1948910552603942720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/best.html' title='BEST.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4414668028591318439</id><published>2008-09-04T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:36:10.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Cage.</title><content type='html'>Wah lao eh. I’ve taken a panadol a day for 3days in running but still im having headaches, running a mild temperature and regularly breaking out in cold sweat. Damn irritating I tell you. This further enhances my believe that Malaysia has been releasing chemicals into our skies. As the rain aint natural rain, it causes people to feel unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUST BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You this ni na bei. Better stop it I tell you. If not I go sign treaty with Indonesia and ask them to bring haze to your country HAHAHA okay okay serious serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer with Emmeric and co over at East Coast Cage from 12-4. It’s been quite long since I played soccer and even longer since I played with Emmeric. And yes, quite obvious signs of rustiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la nothing much to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4414668028591318439?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4414668028591318439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4414668028591318439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4414668028591318439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4414668028591318439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/east-coast-cage.html' title='East Coast Cage.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3804576232976341139</id><published>2008-09-03T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:06:31.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days.</title><content type='html'>After a walk around reservoir yesterday, it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it started to rain when I was in the process of completing a round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for tomorrow, I predict it will rain before I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it basket. So as to stop this joke, im not gonna take my walk tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I wonder which country is responsible for this super frequent rain (Is monsoon what they call it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS IT YOU INDONESIA?!&lt;/span&gt; Eh, I don’t think so. They bring haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST BE YOU, MALAYSIA.&lt;/span&gt; They must be pissed with Singapore for constantly taking and tricking them into supplying us with water for long. As such, Malaysia's taking revenge by asking their scientist to release some sort of chemicals into our skies to make it rain constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“YOU WANT WATER RIGHT. NAH!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax la dey. We want water but not in this form. How about making it rain in your country and then sending the water over? :) Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3804576232976341139?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3804576232976341139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3804576232976341139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3804576232976341139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3804576232976341139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3871598889991791338</id><published>2008-09-01T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:36:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Cha.</title><content type='html'>Dim sum buffet over at Yum Cha with my Son, Lynette and of course, the daughter of RGKH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH’s daughter headed back to school for training after eating while the rest of us headed to TM and slacked at Starbucks. Slacked till she met back with us before heading off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3871598889991791338?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3871598889991791338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3871598889991791338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3871598889991791338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3871598889991791338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/09/yum-cha.html' title='Yum Cha.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1640786500168802321</id><published>2008-08-31T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:32:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah lao eh.</title><content type='html'>Wah lao eh. Now that the deadline I’ve set has passed, I should be having my usual soccer today BUT, my cousin-in-law’s at KL hence, canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh. The current serial im watching is really bad for me. All about food. The whole show keep cooking Japanese related food and it further enhances my need to hurry and dine at Sakae for their buffet. Not only that, it also enhances my appetite that I even had 2 dinner and a supper yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh. To add insult to injury, I just my second lunch not too long ago alongside some snacks that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh. This is what happens every time when im at home coz soccer’s canceled. I eat my time away with my serials. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1640786500168802321?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1640786500168802321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1640786500168802321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1640786500168802321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1640786500168802321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/wah-lao-eh.html' title='Wah lao eh.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7975527627650300300</id><published>2008-08-29T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:26:36.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadline &amp; Tak planned.</title><content type='html'>Today being the deadline, I started on the regaining fitness program and did one round around reservoir. After almost a month of no exercise, it feels great to see the scenery around. And today being the dateline, I didn’t bother about it still lingering coz it aint as pain as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything of today is so tak planned. Initially it was only my Son, Jeremiah and I heading out. Then my youngest daughter and Liza came along. Then later in the evening, Sherry, Friend and my second eldest kid Shendia popped up too. But it was nice seeing them after long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most tak planned and coolest thing that happened today was on my way to meet my Son, the daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat saw me. HAHA. Okay, okay. Serious, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a long list of things I wana get, do and accomplish for this holiday. I managed one today. Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7975527627650300300?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7975527627650300300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7975527627650300300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7975527627650300300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7975527627650300300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/dateline-tak-planned.html' title='Deadline &amp; Tak planned.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-3897004222967534969</id><published>2008-08-27T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:26:46.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks 3weeks of no exercise except one Tuesday. Hahaha. Okay serious. The good thing is that it’s better already but it’s still lingering which greatly irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday shall be the deadline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-3897004222967534969?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/3897004222967534969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=3897004222967534969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3897004222967534969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/3897004222967534969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-marks-3weeks-of-no-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2823986496547491315</id><published>2008-08-24T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:45:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son and I waited for Lynette to have dinner while wah lao eh, daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with son and we bought this handgrip thingy that I’ve been playing with ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bid to show my great determination in wanting a full recovery, I skipped usual Sunday soccer for the 3rd week in a row. Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not my usual self to be doing this but I wouldn’t want it to jeopardize my plans for the holidays. Rather than having it to linger around like my something, why not just do away with it once and for all. Not bad right, im so matured. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay serious serious. For the whole time since I woke up, I’ve been enjoying my serials. Current one’s rather funny. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2823986496547491315?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2823986496547491315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2823986496547491315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2823986496547491315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2823986496547491315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7286115184720605015</id><published>2008-08-21T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:43:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it going.</title><content type='html'>Today is another good day. If only everyday is like today. Not the whole of today though coz for the earlier part of the day, I felt damn nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my Son, Lynette, daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat and myself met up for dinner though only my son and Kim Huat’s daughter ate. Lynette and I weren’t hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some pictures from D Cup Captains Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DCupCapBall2330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DCupCapBall2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DCupCapBall23624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DCupCapBall2312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynetteeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DCupCapBall23392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DCupCapBall231647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director's Cup 2008 Captains Ball Losers (From behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7286115184720605015?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7286115184720605015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7286115184720605015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7286115184720605015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7286115184720605015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-it-going.html' title='Keep it going.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7798963246241688134</id><published>2008-08-20T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:30:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day.</title><content type='html'>Today, I had lunch with my Son and the daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat. Lynette was supposed to join us too but she couldn’t make it ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was library with my Son and Saba. Coincidental it has to be coz we 3 wore green colour underwear. HAHA. It all started with me being bored and hence I went to see what colour I was wearing. Then I asked Saba, who was seating beside me and realized he was on green too. In excitement, we immediately asked Eric and it turned out to be a brilliant hat trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat for dinner from seeing light till no light. Decided to go off at 8 since she wasn’t done and then spent half an hour waiting for the damn 69 which arrived at 8.30pm. But today I love 69 for taking half an hour to come because the daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat called me back at 8.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner over at Mos Burger, Parkway Parade. Then it was Soya Bean/Bean curd before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7798963246241688134?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7798963246241688134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7798963246241688134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7798963246241688134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7798963246241688134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html' title='Good Day.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6670173469815479612</id><published>2008-08-19T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:36:40.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my son changed my wallpaper to a picture of Richard Goh Kim Huat’s daughter. I saw, laughed hard and then changed to a blank one and then he did so again. Hahaha. But not bad la. The daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat so cute and makes me awwwww and hence, it shall stay there until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6670173469815479612?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6670173469815479612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6670173469815479612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6670173469815479612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6670173469815479612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartbreaking-saddening-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7602980900397987771</id><published>2008-08-17T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:22:04.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a bid to prove my determination in wanting a full recovery, I skipped my Sunday soccer for the 2nd week in a row. Not bad right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7602980900397987771?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7602980900397987771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7602980900397987771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7602980900397987771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7602980900397987771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-bid-to-prove-my-determination-in.html' title=''/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-7809463192383535095</id><published>2008-08-16T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:43:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make in Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES. Singapore has at least guaranteed a SILVER MEDAL in the OLYMPICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. Who goes to a competition feeling happy having at least secured a silver medal. Yes, yes I know. This is like the hottest topic around now. I know Singaporeans would be feeling damn happy coz Singapore’s at least secured a medal in the Olympics. But is it really won by Singapore? Even Howe Liang who won a silver medal some 48years ago for Singapore aint a 100% Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information people, he was born in Shantou, CHINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should be really making Singaporeans happy is someone who’s BORN IN SINGAPORE and wins an Olympic medal for Singapore. AND NOT some made in China or Indonesia product that wins a medal for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTION PEOPLE. Tomorrow’s the table tennis finals! CHINA vs CHINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I meant MADE IN CHINA BUT TRAINED IN SINGAPORE vs CHINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Singapore Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-7809463192383535095?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/7809463192383535095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=7809463192383535095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7809463192383535095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/7809463192383535095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-in-singapore.html' title='Make in Singapore.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6019848589445567720</id><published>2008-08-15T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:05:52.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DINNER, Detailed Race 6 Entry.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was good. Had dinner with my Son, Lynette and the daughter of Richard Goh Kim Huat at some place I don’t know. It’s quite near their place though. And after that was slacking at HK Café till late before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Amazing Race 6 wasn’t blogged in detail at all. But guys, I’ve got short term memory. Thank God for Jasmine who’s in my team coz she usually gives a very detailed one. And now to my classic line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about how Race 6 went, please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thescarletwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-for-adventure-of-tp-ole-during-our.html"&gt;http://thescarletwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-for-adventure-of-tp-ole-during-our.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket. One week already lehhh. Sneezing really hurts. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6019848589445567720?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6019848589445567720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6019848589445567720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6019848589445567720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6019848589445567720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/detailed-race-6-entry-dinner-d.html' title='DINNER, Detailed Race 6 Entry.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-526622912626808442</id><published>2008-08-12T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:19:13.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooperation.</title><content type='html'>Guys, I need your cooperation. Sneezing is something really painful for me now so please try and stop all misses, insults and backstabbing that are directed towards me okay. Maybe after a week or so you guys can resume those activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer in the evening with Saba and co over at astro turf. Switched over to some others at the street soccer court after a while mainly coz it was much easier and the pace was much slower. Okay, im not implying that side was tough but just that I didn’t wana run much eh coz you know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s really stupid. All I have is project interview from 8.45am – 9am. Basket. That doesn’t even make up ¼ of my journey to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-526622912626808442?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/526622912626808442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=526622912626808442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/526622912626808442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/526622912626808442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooperation.html' title='Cooperation.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8052137615454914714</id><published>2008-08-11T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:52:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Dinner, Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=09-100808101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES. Results are out. It’s just a sprain. HAHA. And they say it’s at least one week of no exercise. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner over at EIGHTEEN CHEFS with Eric, Eugene, Andrew and Saba. A really belated birthday dinner for Eugene eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for Saturday. That's all I've got though. Damn little right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-1008080961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say we look alike, others think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC03830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot. Flatters yet deceives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp Ole. Missing out lots of dudes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/09-100808230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC038331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I just realised that the pictures are all in pairs. OEI. Very gay you know. I feel like some girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/DSC037342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8052137615454914714?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8052137615454914714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8052137615454914714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8052137615454914714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8052137615454914714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/photobucket.html' title='Belated Dinner, Pictures.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-2184019423514616291</id><published>2008-08-10T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:39:08.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted time, Soccer, Sentosa.</title><content type='html'>Wah lan eh. I have like lots of free time coming week in school coz most lessons have ended but due to some minor issues, I can’t make full use of it to go take walks around reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I used to complain about lack of sufficient time to clock the distance I target every week. Okay I don’t care. No, no I care. HAHA. Shall await the results first before deciding. A bit scared you know. I have already gotten a bad experience with my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t go for usual soccer today. Spent the whole day watching VCDS. Damn shiok. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now for Friday. It was soccer with Hong and co. Was really having a tough time playing. This thing made me so slow and distracted for most parts and making me not perform. Even the footballers-best-friend didn’t help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Saturday, it was Sentosa with Lancelot and TP OLE. Pictures to come when I get’em. Sorry dudes, didn’t really enjoy it much. Quite a deal of it was attributed to that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-2184019423514616291?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/2184019423514616291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=2184019423514616291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2184019423514616291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/2184019423514616291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasted-time-soccer-sentosa.html' title='Wasted time, Soccer, Sentosa.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-8075455354127165453</id><published>2008-08-07T22:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:42:58.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bistro, Captain's ball, Red Cliff.</title><content type='html'>It was D Cup Captain’s Ball on Wednesday. The team that won was the Skinniest, Smallest in size and also the Shortest among all other participating teams. Told you girls already, height doesn’t matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough. Seriously the Diploma Club that handled this game was really bad. From referees debating decisions during the game to scorekeepers daydreaming and not keeping track of scores in a match. All that I’ve wanted to say, I’ve already said and argued with those little pussies already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve played soccer for so many years and not once have I received a yellow card, let alone a red and I received my first one on Wednesday, FOR CAPTAIN’S BALL. HAHA. It’s pretty funny though. I got red carded for constantly arguing with the referee over those non-existent fouls, failure to spot fouls and for almost engaging in a fight with an opponent a little bigger in size than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before D Cup was lunch with Hong, Jasmine and Jiaying with Jessmin (a really nice person who hitched us a ride during Race 6.) over at Bistro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after D Cup was some soccer with Hong and co followed by dinner at TM then Red Cliff with Hong and Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come, when I get’em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-8075455354127165453?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/8075455354127165453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=8075455354127165453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8075455354127165453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/8075455354127165453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/bistro-captains-ball-red-cliff.html' title='Bistro, Captain&apos;s ball, Red Cliff.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6158714613272547616</id><published>2008-08-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:41:00.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money No Enough 2.</title><content type='html'>Caught it with Hong and Gilbert. It’s quite a good show and also very educational for both the young and old. Parents, please bring your kids to watch this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go take a walk at reservoir today but due to some stuff I didn’t :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la nothing much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6158714613272547616?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6158714613272547616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6158714613272547616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6158714613272547616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6158714613272547616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-no-enough-2.html' title='Money No Enough 2.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1793264988008384664</id><published>2008-08-03T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:43:47.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Knight, Usual Soccer, New Serials.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Lazy la wana update. In fact, there aint much for this week. It was DARK KNIGHT on Friday with Hong, Jasmine and Gary over at TM after school. Then played a little soccer while they had their D Cup Basketball. After that was to dinner before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s D Cup organizing committee for soccer really suck. Especially with regards to the rules and format. But im not so free to talk about it here. Most teams who signed up would probably understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my team lost 3-2 to this team of national youth players on Saturday. For most parts, I was shut out of the game. The only thing I managed to get the better of them was some tackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes today is my usual soccer again. Weak = total’s performance. Hahaha. Really la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, before I went for soccer, I got another 10 sets of serials. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1793264988008384664?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1793264988008384664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1793264988008384664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1793264988008384664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1793264988008384664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight-usual-soccer-new-serials.html' title='Dark Knight, Usual Soccer, New Serials.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1753570928473885151</id><published>2008-07-30T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:58:47.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised.</title><content type='html'>Before I start, strolled 2rounds around Reservoir again today. But this time, Jasmine came along. Her fitness for a girl = power. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 25th of July till the 27th, I participated in AMAZING RACE held by NUS. We were 1st on the first day but finished 10th on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 27 teams, 17 got eliminated. I think we did quite okay eh. One station on Saturday really killed us. It totally pulled us down the ranking coz we didn’t know what the hell it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody basket. A bike shop over at East Coast park; KIT RUNNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Nevertheless, we had fun and it sure bonded us further. How we helped each other in times of shit and fatigue. Hitching of rides really showed the great side of Singaporeans and also at the same time, how idiotic they can be. Once again, would love to thank those people whom offered cash and rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what coincidence. One of the team’s participating had a TP Staff from SAA and we went to look for him on Monday for a chat and found out the winning team cheated. They actually had a car to fetch them around. I mean, that was kinda obvious anyway. Their timings were far superior. Given how fast we managed to hitch a ride, they could still be like 2hours ahead of us. It’s totally impossible unless they had pre-arranged transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned about how the same vehicle fetched them around from the second day onwards. Had we not been stuck for more than an hour on the KIT RUNNER station, we would have even caught up to them without cheating coz we were about an hour plus behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagging off at least half an hour after us on the second day yet finishing first and 2hours plus ahead. Absolute bullshit. It was brought up to the committee yet they decided not to do anything about it. How stupid and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After race was dinner over at Marina Square’s Seoul Garden. Jiaying didn’t join us though. We were so hungry, we took so much food that it filled the whole table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right. The picture aint very convincing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished at least 85% of all the food(We were still eating) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was a walk to Esplanade followed by Singapore Flyer and then it was back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of pictures BUT not all. Enjoy suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0029-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_00201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0025-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0026-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0024-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" 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src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0050-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0084-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0096-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0097-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0098-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0099-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0100-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0033-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Way Hong's one's the most impressive. HAHA. Not hungry already la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_015001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_015002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_01500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, smarter already. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/IMG_00330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s296.photobucket.com/albums/mm188/tzechoong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0033-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1753570928473885151?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1753570928473885151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1753570928473885151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1753570928473885151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1753570928473885151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-promised.html' title='As Promised.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-6854031990201456190</id><published>2008-07-29T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:28:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long No Walk.</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, no excuses I know. I’ve already gotten pictures from Jiaying but im still in the process of receiving pictures from Way Hong eh. In the meantime, here’s a short entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strolled 2rounds around Bedok Reservoir at 2pm today. Yes, it’s been so long since I’ve decided to take a walk ever since the god damn rashes case. Well, rashes may not be fully gone but im glad to say it’s like almost okay already. In any case, I’ve been exercising and sweating like mad so it’s not much of a difference too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise, I’ll have the entry for last Friday till Sunday up tomorrow. You know, I never break promises. For if I can’t keep it, I wont make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-6854031990201456190?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/6854031990201456190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=6854031990201456190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6854031990201456190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/6854031990201456190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-long-no-walk.html' title='So Long No Walk.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-4509719711464127092</id><published>2008-07-24T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:31:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home card.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOMEONE FOUND MY CARD AND RETURNED IT TO THE GENERAL OFFICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I tell you, I was really happy but not that happy as I wasn’t really that sad about losing it anyway. I knew I could get a replacement easily but it’s just that I hate the hassle. Anyway I lost my card on Monday and the person said it was only returned today. Confirm that person must have gotten lots of happy thoughts before returning. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that side. Here is a small list of things I’m gonna have to miss out coming Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And I really hope it’s worth it. I guess it will be la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Playing of Winning Eleven on PS2 over at my Son’s place.&lt;br /&gt;2) Soccer with Sky and co.&lt;br /&gt;3) Soccer with Saba and co.&lt;br /&gt;4) MAYBE. To support Team Hockey over at NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Director’s Cup Street Soccer, Knockout Round One.&lt;br /&gt;2) Director’s Cup Captain’s Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Usual soccer with Cousin-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-4509719711464127092?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/4509719711464127092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=4509719711464127092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4509719711464127092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/4509719711464127092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-home-card.html' title='Welcome home card.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-586580915540386818</id><published>2008-07-23T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:26:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Boy.</title><content type='html'>I can’t remember when was the last time I headed home early and today, I reached home at almost 4pm. Not bad right. It’s a matter of fact my timetable doesn’t allow me to do so, so cant really be helped too. Headed home with the intention of slacking, resting and watching VCDS and then I realized something;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished everything like a couple of days back. God damn it. I gotta go get some new ones soon man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, lunch with Lancelot just now was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-586580915540386818?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/586580915540386818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=586580915540386818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/586580915540386818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/586580915540386818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-boy.html' title='Good Boy.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33534254.post-1515524036355865982</id><published>2008-07-22T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:13:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lancelot Meet Up.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Lancelot’s first dinner and meet up. God damn it man, we somehow forgot about pictures and all left rather early though coz most had projects and stuff. But nevertheless, the turn out was really great. Apart from Brandon and Geraldine who had meetings, there were about 20 people who turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say, one day only wana bond what shit. Well, my group did it because we’re power and the people inside rock. Eh-hem. HAHA okay enough. Like what I always say, it aint about the quantity but the quality of the people and how the time were spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today might have been a little stale but let us all take into consideration that at least people bothered to turn up despite the fact most had stuff like projects to rush or quiz to study for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing im rather happy about is that most of us bond together really well. And as usual, mini cliques can’t be helped but mine takes up more than half the whole Lancelot so it aint so mini after all. It will be hard to unite everyone but it never hurts to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im ending. Be back again tomorrow people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33534254-1515524036355865982?l=complicated-complications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/feeds/1515524036355865982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33534254&amp;postID=1515524036355865982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1515524036355865982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33534254/posts/default/1515524036355865982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated-complications.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-lancelot-meet-up.html' title='First Lancelot Meet Up.'/><author><name>im tzechoong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814840992517402887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
