<?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-1724054431123929341</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:33:13.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-2081084364551758572</id><published>2008-03-24T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:22:35.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sincere Apologies</title><content type='html'>I refer to my blog posts dated 8 June, 21 June and 12 July 2007. I had directed derogatory comments at my internship company. It was pure indiscretion on my part and through it I have learnt an immeasurable lesson. This post is to make my apology public and I bear the responsibility of my unjustified actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-2081084364551758572?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2081084364551758572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=2081084364551758572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2081084364551758572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2081084364551758572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-sincere-apologies.html' title='My Sincere Apologies'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-2401781047753557480</id><published>2007-11-24T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:21.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tatooist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/R0fjMZ-pIAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kyGA4LMGapY/s1600-h/phpThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136323702310903810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/R0fjMZ-pIAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kyGA4LMGapY/s320/phpThumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK Bangzhi's movie is like FINALLY out! Lets go and catch it guys! But I think with me needing to go to Nepal and with the impending exams just next week... ARRGHH I might not have time to catch it! Hope I can make some time to just support him. And after Yong said that he saw the trailer and saw a clip of Bangzhi on it, he went gaga, we MUST go and watch it! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-2401781047753557480?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2401781047753557480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=2401781047753557480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2401781047753557480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2401781047753557480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tatooist.html' title='The Tatooist'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/R0fjMZ-pIAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kyGA4LMGapY/s72-c/phpThumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-9070457648201890504</id><published>2007-11-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:07:31.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the mind...and heart...</title><content type='html'>A real rude awakening. My heart sunk, tears rolled down. It had been just a dream. It's the second time that this has happened. Heavy hearted and stressed, hopeless and tired. Just waiting for time to pass ever so slowly by. It's all in my mind if I can just stop thinking about you. The constant fight in my head continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-9070457648201890504?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9070457648201890504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=9070457648201890504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/9070457648201890504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/9070457648201890504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-in-mindand-heart.html' title='It&apos;s all in the mind...and heart...'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-8846881711119859780</id><published>2007-10-28T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:29:29.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only guard against impending problems is possible BUT</title><content type='html'>Walking down the streets, my mind fuzzes out the usual hubba. All the smells that surround, all the sights to behold, and all the sounds that vibrate in the air dissipate before my senses manage to infuse it into my internal system. I just realized that you can always prepare yourself from impending problems but they actually hit you when your guard is down and when you least expect it. Shocked? Nope not shocked. Confused? Not so... Sad? Yes and no. Lost... Most definitely so. What am I to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-8846881711119859780?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8846881711119859780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=8846881711119859780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/8846881711119859780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/8846881711119859780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-guard-against-impending-problems.html' title='Only guard against impending problems is possible BUT'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-2382245177778181448</id><published>2007-10-25T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:28:13.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her face paints a picture of pure innocence</title><content type='html'>Standing under the sweltering heat of the sun while waiting to cross the traffic light, she fumbled with her straw and watched it drop to the floor. Upon hitting the floor, the straw rolled forward slightly on to the road. She moved forward, bent down, and picked up her straw, not considering the dangers that might have been present with cars zooming by. She held the straw firmly in her hand, dusted the dirt of the straw and smiled. She was glad that she had her straw again. Probably fantasizing about how she would later use that straw to drink her &lt;em&gt;bubble tea&lt;/em&gt;. As she waited for the traffic light, she got excited when she saw a bus with presumably her friends in it. She called out and waved frantically to them, even though they could not hear her nor did not see her there. As the light changed from amber to green, she surged forward in anticipation and dashed across the road. Smiling all the way. As I looked at her face which painted a picture of pure innocence, I lost it. A tear streamed down my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-2382245177778181448?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2382245177778181448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=2382245177778181448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2382245177778181448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2382245177778181448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/her-face-paints-picture-of-pure.html' title='Her face paints a picture of pure innocence'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-2106640363045301471</id><published>2007-10-10T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Armenia Street kopitiam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119630230381635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RwyUkc8_qTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/b2aSI4FQkHM/s400/DSCF2411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From the end of month, one of the few regular makan places which SMU students frequent will be gone. Our beloved Armenia Street coffee shop will be en bloc and the stalls relocated. From a sentimental point of view ,it is so sad to see yet another old building going to be teared down. And it being our regular makan spots, a loss of a "&lt;em&gt;lao di fang&lt;/em&gt;". The famous &lt;em&gt;wan tan noodles, char kuay teow&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ngoh hiang&lt;/em&gt; stalls will be no more. From an SMU student's perspective, with the disappearance of the Armenia Street coffee shops, our makan places would be down to just, let me think, Kopitiam in school or Kopitiam opposite the SIS building. OOOOOHHHH man!!!! Let us for the last few times visit this street before it is no more...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633644880636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RwyXrM8_qVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Q5r9KbUalKs/s320/DSCF2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633223973841218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RwyXSs8_qUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GvMULMwCiN0/s320/DSCF2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-2106640363045301471?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2106640363045301471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=2106640363045301471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2106640363045301471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2106640363045301471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-bye-armenia-street-kopitiam.html' title='Bye bye Armenia Street kopitiam'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RwyUkc8_qTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/b2aSI4FQkHM/s72-c/DSCF2411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-4599060562175746917</id><published>2007-09-21T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:22.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Namaste II (Nepal)</title><content type='html'>Hey one and all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be going for a Community Service trip to Nepal with a team from SMU (Project Namaste II) at the end of the year to serve the community there in particular to help educate kids and reconstruct the school there (painting, maybe building something small, etc).We would also be constructing a library and improving the stoves there. The project then requires a lot of funds for us to make this success a major one. 1 way in which our fundraising will be done is through the "sale of postcards". These postcards are very special as one will not just be buying a postcard in itself but in fact these postcards will be filled by personal messages from the Nepali kids themselves and later posted from Nepal back to Singapore. What you see below here are some of the Nepali postcards. They are both beautiful and meaningful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112489546612747106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RvM2J8_AK2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3XwL--h9QNo/s400/DSCF2268.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Therefore, one can think of it as if you made a donation and in gratitude, the Nepali kids decide to write you a "Thank you" message,because that is what it is. Do your part for charity. Contact me at 81007451 or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:kelvyn.li.2005@socsc.smu.edu.sg"&gt;kelvyn.li.2005@socsc.smu.edu.sg&lt;/a&gt; for more enquires. Think about it. One good meal would more than exceed this amount already. Why not make a little 1 day sacrifice to help others more in need? It's definitely worth. Feel your heart. A lot of people have asked me how much to donate. Our team have discussed for it to be at least $10 per postcard but since it's for such a good cause and if you feel able enough, any amount more than $10 would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-4599060562175746917?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4599060562175746917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=4599060562175746917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4599060562175746917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4599060562175746917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-nepal.html' title='Project Namaste II (Nepal)'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RvM2J8_AK2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3XwL--h9QNo/s72-c/DSCF2268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-8076742634946368351</id><published>2007-09-09T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:24.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 23 Birthday!???</title><content type='html'>9/9 marks yet another birthday in my calender - my own. Yet, in recent years, I have been feeling less and less excited about my birthday. In fact, I hardly feel anything as I'm blogging about it now. I guess the older one gets, birthdays cease to become a novelty anymore. 1 year older... I am officially 23 years old today... I have grown yet another year older... I am old. Some people say that it is not the biological age of a person that makes him old but his heart. I feel that I am both biologically old and old at heart. Sighs. No more cranky ideas... No more jumping off tables... No more a child. Nonetheless, there was a mini birthday celebration for JX and myself at Kallang MacDonald's! Gosh I still cant believe that XY actually booked the party room at MacDonald's. The last time I celebrated a party at Macs was some 15 years ago? Fancy having such a party at 23. Unique?? haha I wonder how JX feels celebrating his as well yesterday (not going to reveal his age here. SHHH). Some photos from yesterday (awaiting the rest from XY). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108090318124295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOVFJxpJlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BTEb3Bo5hd4/s200/DSCF2196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108084622997661234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOP5pxpJjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X9vwzXoVlQI/s200/DSCF2191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108093848587413186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOYSpxpJsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ynMteGDnSZs/s320/DSCF2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108091610909451890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOWQZxpJnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kqgY40bgErw/s200/DSCF2199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the cup cakes that XY made. Quite ok lah good effort!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108089824203056706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOUoZxpJkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/W-yVKKmm7ww/s200/DSCF2195.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then there's the cake and PRESENTS from Macs...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108091185707689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOV3pxpJmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Tb_7YkdPZK8/s200/DSCF2198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108092130600494722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOWupxpJoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ADXJI1DtMEM/s200/DSCF2201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And Yong stuffing the entire cupcake in his mouth! tsk tsk...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108092547212322450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOXG5xpJpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jRd2gXA2QZQ/s200/DSCF2206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108092907989575330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOXb5xpJqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/m-VLgfdaNyw/s200/DSCF2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Rachel came over yesterday to celebrate too!!! She's soo cute! You see the flower in the pic? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108093290241664690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOXyJxpJrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5uwzSFhwtJY/s320/DSCF2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rachel used her OWN money to buy it for me! Not that she knew of course. Haha my sis-in-law just took some money from her savings to buy it for me but I'm still gonna treasure it nonetheless. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108094510012376786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOY5JxpJtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R1TfE0TBPrY/s200/DSCF2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Being the period of the rugby world cup, Rachel had to get into the action as well. =) Anyway, happy birthday once again Kelvyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-8076742634946368351?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8076742634946368351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=8076742634946368351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/8076742634946368351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/8076742634946368351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-23-birthday.html' title='Happy 23 Birthday!???'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RuOVFJxpJlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BTEb3Bo5hd4/s72-c/DSCF2196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-3618033526877628691</id><published>2007-08-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:25.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Chen BangJun Andie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a really eventful day. Firstly, it was my last day as an intern at TD Farics. Leaving a workplace for the last time is never easy for me, I guess it isnt for many as well. Being my last day, I sat down to chat more with my colleagues and before leaving, took a last walk around the office. Goodbye TD Fabrics. Goodbye internship. Hello school. Yes school starts next tomorrow... I just realized that recently I have been doing stuff I would never have imagined doing... Like going to a getai and like yesterday acting like a fan to support my fan on his quest to conquer Star Search! Wow I never knew he's been working out so much recently until he has such a HOT body now! Good job BangJun! Haha. These are some photos from the Star Search roadshow yesterday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100444103811343778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rshq45xpJaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2KWb1XwO9rQ/s320/DSCF2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100444851135653298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RshrkZxpJbI/AAAAAAAAANE/VLUAP3hItx8/s320/DSCF2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100445817503294914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RshscpxpJcI/AAAAAAAAANM/LqKiwMlLyAk/s320/DSCF2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I realize that, after attending the roadshow, fans can really be very weird. In particular this guy who was unfortunately for me next to me. Thanks JX for this photo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101016695966344738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RspzqJxpJiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QtYw8B62DZw/s400/starsearch03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even before the show started, he was humming and singing to the tune of the Star Search. And when the comperes were standing at the side waiting to start hosting, he kept yelling to them to get their signatures. Not only that, no matter which contestant went onstage, he'd shout their names (ALL OF THEM) and ask all for their autographs and tell them to "jia you". It was hilarious when one of the compere couldnt take it and actually told the contestant "Bu yao guan ta. Ta MEI CHI dou zhe yang de". He was SOOOOO prominent that the cameraman simply HAD TO catch him on tape - directly in his face (yes just him alone). And boy was he so excited when the camera was on him that he put his face right into the camera and posed. It was damn funny how when they had games and asked for people from the floor to come out, he and another guy were constantly overlooked. The compere was like "Hui shen me zhe li de nan ren dou zhen me hai xiu" when they were frantically waving their hands to get onstage. Haha.It's good to know "stars" personally to get such a photo like this that fans normally wouldnt be able to. This was taken just before the contestants had to gather for a final group shot before the end of the roadshow. Poor BangJun he had to pose a minute for us (JX and I) to take the photos as we shouted across for him to pose for us. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100446238410089938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rshs1JxpJdI/AAAAAAAAANU/a-RsfQzfZd0/s320/DSCF2061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100451770327967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rshx3JxpJhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ky0cQnIWrFQ/s400/DSCF2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after that BangZhi dragged us to Ngee Ann City for the Silk Air Monopoly challenge but only he participated in it in the end.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100448059476223474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RshufJxpJfI/AAAAAAAAANk/gwHubO8jKv0/s320/DSCF2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100448768145827330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RshvIZxpJgI/AAAAAAAAANs/82xBMp4gLxI/s320/DSCF2088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-3618033526877628691?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3618033526877628691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=3618033526877628691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3618033526877628691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3618033526877628691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/support-chen-bangjun-andie.html' title='Support Chen BangJun Andie!!!!'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rshq45xpJaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2KWb1XwO9rQ/s72-c/DSCF2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-3960298028167017509</id><published>2007-08-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:28.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Getai Experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098215105511906802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsB_oICRXfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y-5c70xUJ64/s200/DSCF1873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dragged by Charlene to accompany her to go for the 881 (a local movie directed by Royston Tan) roadshow, we went to grab dinner before going. Thinking that the Claypot Rice that we were going to have is nice. I decided to take a picture of it before digging in. Oh man what a complete disappointment it was. People, do not eat the claypot rice from the Haig Road food market. Anyway, as you might have heard, the 13 of August 2007 is the first day the 7th month ghost festival to Chinese believers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098215934440594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsCAYYCRXhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mgI3xWw8fow/s200/DSCF1878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098529462758235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsGdiICRXwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/huZJQ4Z_x-E/s320/DSCF1879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How could I not then capture this tradition of burning joss sticks and offerings along the pathways below HDB flats? It was surprising however to witness these young guys without any adults there burning joss sticks. I swear they are having initiation rights to a gang hahaha. I guess it really can be considered a tradition that perhaps is dying out (burning below blocks) because apparently it is no so common in the newer estates in Singapore. Anyone has any take on this do enlightent me so drop a comment about this. Interesting... Anyway, walking towards the getai stage (yes I only found out late yesterday that it was being held at a getai stage), visually seeing its vibrant colours and the beat of the &lt;em&gt;guas &lt;/em&gt;actually made me a bit excited to reach there! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098533671826186002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsGhXICRXxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EUhz4e16jKw/s320/DSCF1880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the first thing we saw when we reached there. OMG it was flooded with people!!!! No joke there were easily 500 people there (mostly the AHs lah). After squeezing our way through and finding a relatively decent standing spot, we settled in and was immediately absorbed into the sheer experience of the getai. I stood there for a while... looking... thinking about how sad it is that this business is getting less and less popular. I never thought I would ever say this about getai but I really hope that the tradition can run as long. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098216935167974962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsCBSoCRXjI/AAAAAAAAALE/Bi16FUmRiHY/s200/DSCF1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098216333872553506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsCAvoCRXiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nIv5UXDmg6Q/s320/DSCF1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Song after song, performance after performance, I actually found myself moving to the GROOOOOVE of the hokkien guas and enjoying myself. Check out the crowd above! It's quite sad that the crowd itself was rather dead. Just having sheer numbers definitely do not make the mood. Can you imagine me, Kelvyn Li, actually being one of the most active participant there? haha. Anyway, apparently the queen of getai was there (i think she is also part of the cast of 881) and thats her - the one in tube, and these 4 girls are some champion from Malaysia.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098525176380874466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsGZooCRXuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-lN9N9jFChc/s320/DSCF1891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098528676779220722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsGc0YCRXvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QoaxgZ9D32E/s320/DSCF1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Finally out came the cast of 881, which we originally came to see. Throughout the show, my camera went snap snap snapping away. Love it! (although i might just have had irritated some folks behind me) and Charlene said that I could maybe sell some photos to the Qi Yu Wu fan club. ahaha this an idiotic picture of him spreading his hands.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098217716852022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsCCAICRXkI/AAAAAAAAALM/hEc8jwf3itk/s200/DSCF1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098524557905583826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsGZEoCRXtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5RCE4qRS_MY/s320/DSCF1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098524141293756098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsGYsYCRXsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OB0A7i8EEMo/s320/DSCF1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Overall I would say that my first Getai experience was a really memorable one and I certainly would love to catch another good one sometime. ANYONE Game to go with me? haha. Oh yes btw the 3 songs which they performed live in the soundtrack of 881 are really good. I went straight home to Youtube and d/l it cos stupid Charlene refuse to let me rip it off her cd. So go listen to them. Nice Nice!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098228720558235298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsCMAoCRXqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5PrbdL2yMg8/s200/DSCF1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098229072745553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsCMVICRXrI/AAAAAAAAAME/dM0Gzm5xr20/s200/DSCF1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken below my house and in respect to the Chinese I just apoplogized to the ghosts for taking photos of their offerings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-3960298028167017509?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3960298028167017509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=3960298028167017509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3960298028167017509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3960298028167017509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-getai.html' title='1st Getai Experience!'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RsB_oICRXfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y-5c70xUJ64/s72-c/DSCF1873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-4326761049869594632</id><published>2007-08-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:30.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I experienced first hand how dogs and cats communicate. It was a real eye-opener.... I mean ear-opener in the case of yesterday. "Hello TD Fabrics." "Ah yes. You can speak Hua Wen Yu ma?" ...... (silence) "Ke yi ah" ..... (after 1 min of conversation and not understanding) Kel:" Ni ke yi email ni de ji hua ma?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy:"Eeeeemalle? Oh ke yi, ni xiao hui'er"&lt;br /&gt;*at the background: shi shu sua ching cheong*&lt;br /&gt;Lady:"Harlo. Ok ni de email shi shen me?"&lt;br /&gt;Kel: "C"&lt;br /&gt;Lady "C!"&lt;br /&gt;Kel: "a"&lt;br /&gt;Lady "A!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "n"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "N!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "d"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "D!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "y"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Y!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Dot?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel:"Dot... Dian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "ok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel:"l,i,m"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady:"Ni ke yi shuo man yi dian mah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "hao de l.......i......m...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "@"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Ad?!? Naaa'er shi shen me ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "@ shi zai number 2 de shang mian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Orhh zhi dao le... @..... Bu ru ni chuan zhen gei wo men hao ma?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Scratches my head..... chuan zhen? Whack lah should mean fax it over*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel: "Ok ni deng yi xia.... 6********"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: " Xie xie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Chinese sucks and I'm so not proud of it... Need to improve!!! Anyway was pasting fabrics on printing paper when my boss asked me to file them up... Filing meaning I have to punch holes.... But fabrics are blocking so how?? Haha so I had to attach another piece of paper to all of them. And below is at the end.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339179761130770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnVe4CRXRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OUkr_C_iEDE/s200/DSCF1699.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096379234626133474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rrn56YCRXeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1dIABzM5xHE/s200/DSCF1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After work, met Tissa and Nepali ass Anil for dinner and pool. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339557718252834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnV04CRXSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Z9KYgH9vdVY/s200/DSCF1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338106019306754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnUgYCRXQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mbmY4kLOIA8/s200/DSCF1723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After that they decided to drag me for shisha. My 1st time wor! Haha as u can see below i dont know how to smoke that crap. I really didnt feel anything ( as in I expected to feel weird maybe?) shisha-ing. But it was a good guys hang out night (Tim you were supposed to join us!) with shisha and beer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341219870596418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnXVoCRXUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sb42o-o_m3c/s200/Copy+of+DSCF1767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096344484045741506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnaToCRXcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iUdGWM89d60/s200/Copy+of+DSCF1795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096342873433005442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnY14CRXYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Hdt1gRlv1uw/s200/Copy+of+DSCF1814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096342087453990242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnYIICRXWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DNXraXnpfcU/s200/Copy+of+DSCF1816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343616462347682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnZhICRXaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UOuEuHTR8Y8/s200/Copy+of+DSCF1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096344097498684850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnZ9ICRXbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mhhlQvkmHrE/s200/Copy+of+DSCF1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096341718086802770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnXyoCRXVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GBU1kpKqjSM/s200/DSCF1834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh yes check out this cool trick Anil did with the cigarette whereby the smoke flows downwards instead of upwards. I heard it's a common trick but its my first time seeing it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096343285749865874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnZN4CRXZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/di8vh3aj81w/s200/DSCF1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096377916071173586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rrn4toCRXdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/K3tRQrXpz7c/s200/DSCF1820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-4326761049869594632?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4326761049869594632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=4326761049869594632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4326761049869594632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4326761049869594632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/eventful-day.html' title='Eventful Day'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrnVe4CRXRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OUkr_C_iEDE/s72-c/DSCF1699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-4991224250943083275</id><published>2007-08-06T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking</title><content type='html'>Rachel turned 2 Sundays ago! Just a caveat for everybody, do not eat at Paramount Hotel ever. The food is really really bad.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfQOICRXDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jyjWlbp2KPY/s1600-h/DSCF1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095770444486761522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfQOICRXDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jyjWlbp2KPY/s200/DSCF1560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfRx4CRXFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l9n8FpeC_t4/s1600-h/DSCF1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095772158178712658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfRx4CRXFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l9n8FpeC_t4/s200/DSCF1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfSWoCRXGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B10ewK30-wc/s1600-h/DSCF1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095772789538905186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfSWoCRXGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B10ewK30-wc/s200/DSCF1579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also happy birthday Jason who we celebrated his birthday with last Wednesday. Haha as you can see I've been TRYING to put in effort to take photos of people. But still cannot make it lah. Need more practice taking people.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785936433798370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfeT4CRXOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T9tTE4MsbuI/s320/DSCF1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785515527003346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rrfd7YCRXNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JRjUW9HvETk/s200/DSCF1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785107505110210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfdjoCRXMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uGlTRB6t-yw/s200/DSCF1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095786829786995954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrffH4CRXPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dKavzA-nQAM/s200/DSCF1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfUU4CRXKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bUGXrR9lnv0/s1600-h/DSCF1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfTQICRXII/AAAAAAAAAHs/Jg955Geiykk/s1600-h/DSCF1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfcloCRXLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g6JDc5_vpbs/s1600-h/DSCF1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfSyICRXHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PJw969-72QU/s1600-h/DSCF1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095774494640921746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfT54CRXJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lWbUNJXTOyE/s320/DSCF1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfQ_4CRXEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6duzSZe117Q/s1600-h/DSCF1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-4991224250943083275?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4991224250943083275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=4991224250943083275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4991224250943083275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4991224250943083275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/backtracking.html' title='Backtracking'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RrfQOICRXDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jyjWlbp2KPY/s72-c/DSCF1560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-7322077766331814823</id><published>2007-07-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:33.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Taxi!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a taxi with such a number plate before? I called Comfort cabs today to book a cab and when I heard "9" only, I thought that I'd missed the previous 3 numbers. So I pressed "1" to hear it again and yet again I heard "9" only. So I thought to myself that the system must have had screwed up. Haha I was so wrong the taxi really is just number 9! My FAVOURITE NUMBER!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rp9byE8MLTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SdqjEXVUZ7M/s1600-h/DSCF1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088887019829734706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rp9byE8MLTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SdqjEXVUZ7M/s320/DSCF1461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rp9Zhk8MLSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hAUXD1rr8UE/s1600-h/DSCF1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-7322077766331814823?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7322077766331814823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=7322077766331814823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7322077766331814823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7322077766331814823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool-taxi.html' title='Cool Taxi!'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rp9byE8MLTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SdqjEXVUZ7M/s72-c/DSCF1461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-290639127927252643</id><published>2007-07-13T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:05:05.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th marks the end of bidding week. Which leads me to ask,: What is life?</title><content type='html'>What is life? An endless struggle for material things with money leading the forefront? A constant challenge to the top of the corporate/poltical ladder to obtain fame and fortune? Some people may have more humble ambitions like just being able to lead a comfortable life, to be able to provide for one's self and his/her love ones? Yet others who lead tough lives just target being able to meet ends meat and stay alive from either the mental torture of trying to figure out how to feed his family or the physical death of dying from hunger. What if life?..... From a Christian perspective which (either my priest or someone from the church - I forgot who) mentioned that : "If you have everything in this world and all its riches, BUT you do not have God, what do you have? And if you have NOTHING in this world but God alone, what more do you need?" is very true. I believe in God and all his works and I strongly believe in that simple yet very real comment. However, yes life as humans are not so simple. Not because it isnt, but because as humans we tend to have wants. Human wants. That makes it all too complicated. The basic questions to me are: 1) How far would you go to achieve your wants? 2) What are the wants in one's life? For me, I have been debating with myself whether I should "bring home the bread" or "strive for my goals" and I have chosen the latter *note: yes i know I have to feed my family and I have a natural obligation to give my family a comfortable life as well*. I believe that while money is indeed important, should one be a constant slave to it? This comes to the main point which I want to drive across in this post actually (yes I have gone a full circle thank you for staying with me till this point where I'm finally going to state my agenda. and yes i'd fail if this were some note writing module). Now that I am studying in SMU, I find it utterly disgusting how students are so grossly robotic almost in their struggle to get As. They fluff, mug like no tomorrow (no offence to muggers it's ok to be hardworking but I hate some... you know who those type are) and POR! (pui that's the worst) ..... for those who do not understand what "por" is, it means to "carryballs" or basically put themselves in the good light in front of professors in the hope that the professors will practice favoritism towards them. I forgot to add how disgusting students are in choosing partners for group projects.... They can be so unscrupulous and immoral! They commodify friends by adding a certain value to each person and even break the value down into different categories. Like a person is good in maths so for maths modules that person would be super popular, other than than, sorry you are unwanted. There are many other ways and scenerios how unscrupulous students can get whih I wont be able to list all here. Seriously, there is a fine line, no in fact a big fat line, to draw across wanting to strive for good grades and being a slave for it. Man... what is life? For me now though, I should be asking this question: what is school life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-290639127927252643?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/290639127927252643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=290639127927252643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/290639127927252643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/290639127927252643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-life.html' title='Friday the 13th marks the end of bidding week. Which leads me to ask,: What is life?'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-7781782189243225500</id><published>2007-07-12T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bit for GreenWeek</title><content type='html'>Here are things AGAINST the theme of GreenWeek. As an environmentalist..yea rite... I would like to urge people against such actions as in the photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUWKxDIIfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XQ7zrVECDKw/s1600-h/DSCF1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085995728405799410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUWKxDIIfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XQ7zrVECDKw/s320/DSCF1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUViBDIIeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jjBhKlAHNUY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085995028326130146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUViBDIIeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jjBhKlAHNUY/s320/Copy+of+DSCF1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085998026213302802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUYQhDIIhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9CUGZVI0D30/s320/DSCF1175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085996063413248514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUWeRDIIgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DMY5ksLAFgM/s320/Copy+of+DSCF1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-7781782189243225500?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7781782189243225500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=7781782189243225500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7781782189243225500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7781782189243225500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-bit-for-greenweek.html' title='My Bit for GreenWeek'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RpUWKxDIIfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XQ7zrVECDKw/s72-c/DSCF1193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-2298096495169421199</id><published>2007-07-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got my specs but....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am somehow really disappointed with it. It doesnt seem as nice as the previous 2 times I'd tried it on. I really regret not buying the other pair. Oh well, let me just force myself to like it anyway since I've already bought it. It's still quite nice lah but... What do you think?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598357735055730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RokERxDIIXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C27tgkgOfD4/s320/DSCF1086%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598881721065858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RokEwRDIIYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vpWXcp60WFA/s320/DSCF1083%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599946872955282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RokFuRDIIZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y8qpVgwP-6Q/s320/DSCF1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-2298096495169421199?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2298096495169421199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=2298096495169421199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2298096495169421199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2298096495169421199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-got-my-specs-but.html' title='Finally got my specs but....'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RokERxDIIXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C27tgkgOfD4/s72-c/DSCF1086%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-7712319067554625140</id><published>2007-07-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st July 2007: Rachel's Baptism Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082588187252498690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Roj7BxDIIQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eaRG6BWNoL0/s320/DSCF1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the day that Rachel was baptized. May the Lord teach and guide her in the way of the truth and light. But aiyoh she kept on crying and crying throughout the whole procession - the only baby/child to have done so. I was also involved in the service more than just being a Godfather to Rachel, I was tasked to read the responsorial psalm.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082588951756677394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Roj7uRDIIRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5GGnJ--0YXk/s320/DSCF1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I must say it was a real experience reading it out in front of about a hundred people. And I did not realize that I had read it out so loudly (as if I was shouting according to my mum) until my she told me later on. During the pinnacle of the service which was the blessing by water over the forehead of the babies, Rachel proved to be unique once again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082590704103334178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Roj9URDIISI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FW1fLXxsGAI/s320/DSCF1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She was the only child to have been carried face down. Haha what a rebellious girl she is. At the end of it all, we took a photo with Father William to commemorate this glorious occassion.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082594513739325746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RokAyBDIITI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TIiWZTFOHis/s320/DSCF1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-7712319067554625140?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7712319067554625140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=7712319067554625140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7712319067554625140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7712319067554625140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-july-2007-rachels-baptism-day.html' title='1st July 2007: Rachel&apos;s Baptism Day'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Roj7BxDIIQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eaRG6BWNoL0/s72-c/DSCF1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-3678224370045964913</id><published>2007-06-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binge Eating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RoJrnxDIIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j8GN6xRDKQ4/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080741660552863970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RoJrnxDIIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j8GN6xRDKQ4/s320/Copy+of+DSCF0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OHHH I never knew that Chinatown is such a good place for makan! I went to binge eat random food there. I guess thats why Chinatown is a real hit with tourists!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080742051394887922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RoJr-hDIIPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QRjg7s8iVl0/s320/DSCF0911.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First off, I started with some &lt;em&gt;dim sum&lt;/em&gt; at this place which has a lift inside (the lift isnt working anymore though)! After that I continued to search for my specs in vain... Oh well all is not lost for there is more food to cheer me up! Does &lt;em&gt;kong ba pao&lt;/em&gt; sound good to you? - and to all on diet, for &lt;em&gt;kong ba pao&lt;/em&gt;, the more fatty it is the better!!!!!! To accompany my &lt;em&gt;kong ba pao&lt;/em&gt; I stumbled upon irresistable German sausages which I quickly purchased.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080740432192217282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RoJqgRDIIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kyPkroOtkjY/s320/DSCF0907.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Omg keep binge eating up and my wallets gonna be really light soon while I can audition for the next role in Journey to the West as Zhu Ba Jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-3678224370045964913?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3678224370045964913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=3678224370045964913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3678224370045964913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3678224370045964913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/06/binge-eating.html' title='Binge Eating!'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RoJrnxDIIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j8GN6xRDKQ4/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCF0918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-5296676684162586781</id><published>2007-06-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:50:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation Day! ... Plus I WANT MY EMPORIO ARMANI SPECS!!</title><content type='html'>After 6 weeks of attending confirmation classes, I graduated and received my certificate this evening. SO YES IT'S A REALLY IMPORTANT DAY that I must share. This is my passport to be able to be my dearest Rachel's GODFATHER! haha. Yes I'll be her Godpa when she gets baptised on 1st July. Also, I'm looking for a new pair of spectacles and found one which really caught my eye. Unfortunately the price at $388 is really not right. It's more than 2 weeks of my pay! Hope I can find somewhere else which sells it cheaper... (crossing my fingers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-5296676684162586781?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5296676684162586781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=5296676684162586781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/5296676684162586781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/5296676684162586781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/06/confirmation-day.html' title='Confirmation Day! ... Plus I WANT MY EMPORIO ARMANI SPECS!!'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-4882196301649304250</id><published>2007-06-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a sad day for all Chinese.</title><content type='html'>Dear Chinese citizens of Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Chinese representatives have disgraced us all. I, after months of binge eating and body nua-ing, decided to go for a long run. My long run clocked a cool distance of 1.6km!!! Cool after 1.5km I was close to breathless. Haha. As I decided to take a breather at the soccer court, I witnessed 10 minutes of pure horror and humiliation - 5 VJC guys, including 1 who looks (because of his shirt and not his skills) like a school team player, were totally mauled by Malay kids. It was total humiliation. At first the Malay team consisted of boys around 14yrs and they were scoring freely. The ultimate insult came when 3 of them went off to be repalced by 9-10 yr olds and they continued to score against a totally defenceless pure CHINESE VJC team. I was so stunned by what was happened that I continued to stone as the court was cleared.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074798512910436578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rm1OXCy1COI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kRfFHwUyIy8/s320/DSCF0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On a side story, I've never seen a Malay guy in Eunos playing soccer by himself. I went home totally disheartened thinking about what has gone so horribly wrong with Chinese soccer players and decided to turn on the tv to take my mind off it. Horror of horros part 2! Campus Superstar was on Channel U and what are these people thinking joining a singing competition?? I shall not say anymore. All Chinese Singaporeans, lets Mourn together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-4882196301649304250?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4882196301649304250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=4882196301649304250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4882196301649304250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4882196301649304250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-sad-day-for-all-chinese.html' title='Today is a sad day for all Chinese.'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rm1OXCy1COI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kRfFHwUyIy8/s72-c/DSCF0820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-3418750139552058059</id><published>2007-05-31T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:37.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born into Brothels</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070616493692925442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rl5y1fLNtgI/AAAAAAAAADU/HJuPparJFWA/s320/born_into_brothels_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I recently caught this show in the cinemas and it was sort of an eye-opener to me. It is a story about the children who are born in the red light districts of Sonagchi, Calcutta. It was only able to be covered by a photographer Zana Briski who lived and got attached to the children of Sonagchi whom she had been teaching photography to, and had decided to direct such a documentary. Although slightly obstrusive, this film is as close as it gets to depicting the actual life of the living conditions and particular from the perspectives of the children in Sonagchi. It is sad to realize (again a hit from reality) that there are people out there who live in such an environment. Unlike the people of Africa of whom we normally compare to to show how fortunate we are, the children of Sonagchi are different in the sense that they are not only poor, but it could also well be the most "dirty" of the world. Prostitutes sprawled all along the streets, drug addicts slumping against walls and their official language should just be changed to vulgarity. Practically everyone in that district has done something unclean in the lives to earn their meals. It is also sad to see that the children have also been sucked into this seemingly iron cage and social spiral - with many of their parents and guardians happy to see them "join the line". It is even more depressing to have knowledge how these children who are rather bright and talented actually have their dreams of making it big shattered as they become fatalists of their lives. When asked whether they can escape from this life, many of them said "there is no way" - and that with a smile depicting hopelessness and yet of grudging acceptance like oh well that's my life let me try to be happy. Zana Briski has done just about everything in her power to get the children out of this slum by doing what she does best - photography. She has even gone out of her way to get them into boarding schools just to escape and lead normal lives. Overall, I must say that her efforts have not gone unrewarded as she had managed to organise an exhibition of their photos and also send 1 talented and lucky young boy to Amsterdam for an exclusive invite only experience. Here is a photo of that boy (Avijit) and one of his photos I managed to get online. Btw this boy is really talented having won many awards for drawing and now photography as well. Cool!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070616717031224850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rl5zCfLNthI/AAAAAAAAADc/L0SxasJ2Iv0/s320/bb_dff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070616871650047522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rl5zLfLNtiI/AAAAAAAAADk/rQuLPbzo2GU/s320/avijit_bucket300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For those who want to know what happened to the children in the end, if I remembered correctly only Shanti, Manik and Avijit went into boarding schools and Suchitra being the first to join the line of prostitutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I was talking to Anil about this show and he actually told me that Nepali families sell their daughters into prostitution for a measly $500. That's how sad and desperate people can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-3418750139552058059?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3418750139552058059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=3418750139552058059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3418750139552058059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/3418750139552058059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/born-into-brothels.html' title='Born into Brothels'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rl5y1fLNtgI/AAAAAAAAADU/HJuPparJFWA/s72-c/born_into_brothels_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-668957675499415718</id><published>2007-05-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>To keep all informed where Í've been of late, I've been to SGH for my hand op b4 my granny passed away peacefully on the 10th. God Bless her soul. Thanks goldie for helping me take a post op pic of me. Anyway, post op was a really puky affair. guess my body just doesnt react well to anesthetic. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067699553768944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQV5PLNtLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0sfzgurJ1nM/s320/2007_0115BranksomeRoad0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Op or no Op, One hand or 2 hands, nothing's gonna stop me from taking photos. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067701443554555074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQXnPLNtMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3ROZiJnMyy4/s320/2007_0115BranksomeRoad0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, when my granny passed away, i started thinking about life, death.... and abt life again. Is life, as some might say, hatch patch and dispatch? what is ur role on this earth? how do people remember u? is a funeral really the end of the road? again do people remember u for who u were when u were alive or do they just remember that u're already gone? many many other questions crept up. I intend to create a video of it (so keep an eye out for it). Here's the initial set up &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQcV_LNtPI/AAAAAAAAABM/91SVQaQ_qpM/s1600-h/Copy+of+2007_0119all0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067706644759950578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQcV_LNtPI/AAAAAAAAABM/91SVQaQ_qpM/s200/Copy+of+2007_0119all0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067705635442636002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQbbPLNtOI/AAAAAAAAABE/p022h4mubIo/s200/2007_0119all0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then came the condolences...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067708087868962050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQdp_LNtQI/AAAAAAAAABU/L3Q1PHTWcb8/s320/2007_0119all0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For those many who mourn over the loss of a love one, this is a definite must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067713306254226706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQiZvLNtRI/AAAAAAAAABc/h_kqFtGlqdw/s320/2007_0119all0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before the body is transported for the final service in church, the cover is removed and friends and relatives pay respects by placing flowers into the coffin.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQjiPLNtSI/AAAAAAAAABk/rOFcDqwEYVM/s1600-h/2007_0119all0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067714551794742562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQjiPLNtSI/AAAAAAAAABk/rOFcDqwEYVM/s200/2007_0119all0108.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067719357863146850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQn5_LNtWI/AAAAAAAAACE/r_b7GWCxqAc/s200/2007_0119all0096.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came the dreaded "Walk" - the rain did not deter us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQnB_LNtUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t72M-4iOYno/s1600-h/2007_0119all0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067718395790472514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQnB_LNtUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t72M-4iOYno/s200/2007_0119all0117.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067718795222431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQnZPLNtVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bBC71dtKi0Q/s200/2007_0119all0121.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Final service in the church...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQqAfLNtXI/AAAAAAAAACM/xhtfhLScSuw/s1600-h/Copy+of+2007_0119all0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067721668555552114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQqAfLNtXI/AAAAAAAAACM/xhtfhLScSuw/s200/Copy+of+2007_0119all0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067722218311366018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQqgfLNtYI/AAAAAAAAACU/dbw6IeGeqJw/s200/Copy+of+2007_0119all0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, our last respects at the crematorium... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQrH_LNtZI/AAAAAAAAACc/ACeWWrOdRPo/s1600-h/2007_0119all0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067722896916198802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQrH_LNtZI/AAAAAAAAACc/ACeWWrOdRPo/s200/2007_0119all0144.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067723292053190050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQre_LNtaI/AAAAAAAAACk/U3DyvTpLlpk/s200/2007_0119all0149.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-668957675499415718?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/668957675499415718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=668957675499415718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/668957675499415718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/668957675499415718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQV5PLNtLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0sfzgurJ1nM/s72-c/2007_0115BranksomeRoad0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-2950769975684223430</id><published>2007-04-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:58:13.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>God is great and let me testify how he has helped me recently. As you all may know I need to undergo a surgery for my hand. The problem I had was, since I am under a specialist, I need to be warded to a private class ward (class B1 and above) and I would have to pay private rates for the surgery. That would cost me a whopping $9600!!!! The alternative would be to have myself downgraded to class B2 having which I would only need to pay $2000plus, and it can be paid through medisave. However, to get myself downgraded, I would have to visit a polyclinic, get a referal from the doc there. Not only that. I would have to go through a number of tests again (which is very stupid since they have my records) and the rescheduled date of op would be pushed back a couple of months later sometimes, and the surgeon would just be any chapalang surgeon. Knowing all this, I just tried my luck and told the nurses that I want to downgrade and see if they could do anything for me. Guess what!? The nurse called me to tell me that I didnt need to go to a polyclinic, my date of surgery would be on 10th May (super fast!) and my surgeon would be my specialist surgeon! How lucky am I?! Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-2950769975684223430?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2950769975684223430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=2950769975684223430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2950769975684223430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/2950769975684223430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-4589122693052869332</id><published>2007-04-22T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T15:38:55.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Exam Loss</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since exams ended. What have I been doing? .............. Really nothing constructive. I need to find an internship soon. Hope I can get one with NVPC. My life seems a real drab. You can see it in the way I'm writing this blog. Oh well, thats all for now. Will fill in more stuff when I'm in a less solemn mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Got to go for my hand appointment tomorrow. Sighs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-4589122693052869332?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4589122693052869332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=4589122693052869332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4589122693052869332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/4589122693052869332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-exam-loss.html' title='Post-Exam Loss'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-6052466813419390147</id><published>2007-04-05T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:41.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminded of my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RhT1TVyyYII/AAAAAAAAAAk/0rxsxbPutK8/s1600-h/CIMG7815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049930794805649538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="242" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RhT1TVyyYII/AAAAAAAAAAk/0rxsxbPutK8/s320/CIMG7815.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was rudely reminded of my fractured hand while cooking Carbonara. Forgetting that my wrist is fractured, I happily went about as cooking as though there was nothing wrong. Until I opened the bottle of the sauce that i exerted much pressure on my wrist and... oh my the pain... I really think its never going to recover. Stupid Scaphoid fracture... 4 months and counting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-6052466813419390147?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6052466813419390147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=6052466813419390147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/6052466813419390147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/6052466813419390147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/reminded-of-my-hand.html' title='Reminded of my hand'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RhT1TVyyYII/AAAAAAAAAAk/0rxsxbPutK8/s72-c/CIMG7815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-6909194663480312135</id><published>2007-04-05T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:43.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last. Done with Jap Consumer Culture</title><content type='html'>Gosh do I feel liberated. Recently I've been using that word a lot. Really love to use it cos it means... I'm finally freed from the bondage of something. The latest being Jap Consumer Culture. After 3 days! Now I can officially start studying. Freak man. All I can do is try and salvage what's left of this semester. Here are pics of some fond memories of our Jap culture group. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember part 1: Project Starbucks&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQv-PLNtbI/AAAAAAAAACs/bt2g6cO6N6M/s1600-h/CIMG7658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067731181908112882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQyqPLNtfI/AAAAAAAAADM/B-4RME8Gz9M/s200/CIMG7658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067728506143487426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQwOfLNtcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s-gStKUsIlo/s320/CIMG7663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then part 2 : Project Hentai and our "Cheat Scheme" for Jap finals&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067728828266034642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQwhPLNtdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/duH0CZknQv8/s320/CIMG7899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067729257762764258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQw6PLNteI/AAAAAAAAADE/My0p-qC_VH0/s320/CIMG7901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tim we'll miss you in our group as you abandon us for Sweden next sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-6909194663480312135?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6909194663480312135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=6909194663480312135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/6909194663480312135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/6909194663480312135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-last-done-with-jap-consumer-culture.html' title='At last. Done with Jap Consumer Culture'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/RlQyqPLNtfI/AAAAAAAAADM/B-4RME8Gz9M/s72-c/CIMG7658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-7437091311834990342</id><published>2007-04-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:17:55.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of life</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of life. Sick of being on earth. Sick of myself. Why I am living on this earth I seriously dont know. Really useless life I am leading. I always wanted to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-7437091311834990342?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7437091311834990342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=7437091311834990342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7437091311834990342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7437091311834990342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-of-life.html' title='sick of life'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-26234275021153937</id><published>2007-03-31T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:12:43.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 ladies fighting on Bus 7 and all of the passengers had to get off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rg1G8K1UQpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/24b7noRKue0/s1600-h/bus+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047768756866269842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rg1G8K1UQpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/24b7noRKue0/s320/bus+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11pm. After a long day in school, I jadedly boarded the bus wanting to get home to rest as soon as I could. My bus ride was supposed to bring me all the way to Eunos MRT. But no! It turned out to be one dramatic bus ride. While I was stoning off in the bus, I was shocked to hear the sounds of screaming women coming from the back. Turning my head around... "Bish! Bash!!" I witnessed 2 ladies getting into a catfight, and had to be restrained by neutral parties. Round 1: Ah Fat vs Miss China. End of round 1 - Ah Fat seemed to have the upper hand as her round silhouette loomed over Miss China. During the break, however, Miss China slipped past the rows of fans and down the staircase. Where did she go? Our question was answered a minute later a referee (bus driver) was brought up. "Do you want to call the police?", the referee asked Miss China. And just then, from the row of fans a brave hero shot up. "I'm a policeman!" Like what was he doing all this while keeping quiet??? Hmmm.... Anyway we were all asked to alight from the bus to board another. Me being a little more kaypo then the rest, sneakily took this photo to commemorate the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-26234275021153937?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/26234275021153937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=26234275021153937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/26234275021153937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/26234275021153937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-ladies-fighting-on-bus-7-and-all-of.html' title='2 ladies fighting on Bus 7 and all of the passengers had to get off...'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1k_KPd25TNU/Rg1G8K1UQpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/24b7noRKue0/s72-c/bus+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-7795043368918719363</id><published>2007-03-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:08:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone does stupid things. I just top the lot</title><content type='html'>Here's the series of events...&lt;br /&gt;1) dont even know her well (still dont)&lt;br /&gt;2) did really stupid things in between like telling her i like her before i really know her (14 Feb)&lt;br /&gt;3) bought a cd for her... but nvr gave it&lt;br /&gt;4) doing more idiotic stuff to distant her and me like telling her theres a girl that looks like her&lt;br /&gt;5) splurged $130 on a lomo for her (27 March)- pushing back my purchase of a new camera. and yes, what am i to do with her lomo now? give it to her still?&lt;br /&gt;6) was told "impossible" (today)&lt;br /&gt;brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, let me just face up to the fact that i've been avoiding all this while. been evading far too long. kel, wake up and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: Impossible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-7795043368918719363?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7795043368918719363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=7795043368918719363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7795043368918719363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/7795043368918719363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyone-does-stupid-things-i-just-top.html' title='everyone does stupid things. I just top the lot'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724054431123929341.post-5268427002914029867</id><published>2007-03-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:17:39.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st ever post</title><content type='html'>testing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724054431123929341-5268427002914029867?l=kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5268427002914029867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724054431123929341&amp;postID=5268427002914029867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/5268427002914029867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724054431123929341/posts/default/5268427002914029867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-has-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/1st-ever-post.html' title='1st ever post'/><author><name>kel-has-a-blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07310040800480861772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
