<?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-16959951</id><updated>2011-12-25T16:08:13.376+08:00</updated><category term='blue - bubblin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Modern Statement.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1050</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3446187153046180783</id><published>2011-12-25T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:08:13.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas to all, a merry one. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just too many people I want to give thanks to. And yes, you bet, It's definitely a tedious task to list out the names one by one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, I'm just gonna thank everyone who came/has come to my life. Deep down inside me, I believe it's a gift from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 2012 be a blessed one, xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16959951-3446187153046180783?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3446187153046180783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3446187153046180783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3446187153046180783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3446187153046180783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-to-all-merry-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1033814633284309613</id><published>2011-10-25T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:20:38.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8YTgRSO3_4/Tqabc6cvCOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3G3ZoUENePw/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-25%2Bat%2B19.18%2B%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8YTgRSO3_4/Tqabc6cvCOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3G3ZoUENePw/s400/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-25%2Bat%2B19.18%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667388102120769762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Contemplation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16959951-1033814633284309613?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1033814633284309613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1033814633284309613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1033814633284309613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1033814633284309613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8YTgRSO3_4/Tqabc6cvCOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3G3ZoUENePw/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-25%2Bat%2B19.18%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5129493098567965303</id><published>2011-10-13T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:31:31.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where you end, I begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good morning upper east siders, gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of manhattan's elite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and who am i? that's a secret i'll never tell. you know you love me. xoxo, gossip girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5129493098567965303?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5129493098567965303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5129493098567965303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5129493098567965303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5129493098567965303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-you-end-i-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-146741256151589640</id><published>2011-09-20T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:03:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUzHsSvELfc/TniL3ZNK2HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WPQ2XnUmP-c/s1600/sad-clown2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pySMPd_dbEk/Ti-QLUc-6xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fW6f46tk-gY/s400/SDC11745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633880183007013650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long awaited 21st is finally here. To start the ball rolling, I would like to thank a thousand of people in my mind. So without further ado, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big thank you to my relatives who have made it to my 21st at Bullion Park Condo, it was really great seeing all of you there especially to those, including my friends, who made an effort to dress to the theme Bumblebee! For those who have seen the photos taken, weren't most of them all yellowish? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Ah Po and Ah Gong for that handsomely generous Ang Bao! A big thank you once again to have taken care of me since young and giving in to me whenever I was making a nuisance and demanding for sweets/chocolates/toys etc. From a baby boy to a growing youngster entering adulthood, it just shows how many years have gone by. Without all these care and concern you both have given to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. 阿婆，阿公，谢谢你们！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Dad, Mum and Sis for being there as well! Dad, thanks for taking off specially on the 23rd to attend my 21st! Mum, as much as I dread to hear all your nags and repetitive reminders, I still thank you for everything you've done. I won't blame you because I understand that aunties have their nags and scoldings directly connected to their nasal valve. Oh well, for the smart ones. Heh. Sis, thank you for the polaroid and photo taking throughout the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you my dearest Crescents (Qing, XY, Xiang, WQ, Mathew and respective boyfs) for being extraordinary spontaneous to dress to theme! It really touches me to learn that actually all of you extra took the extra mile to get the yellow colored outfit. I'm glad we're still counting the number of years we met. Thank you all for the $100 CapitaVouchers (plus KX and HY) and I'm still waiting very excruciatingly for the part two tonight at LPS! Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Hub West (Danial, Travis, Usamah, Boon Kiat, Rashminder, Swee Lin, Kong, Navin) for even attending despite on your busy schedule! Thanks to the few who actually made an effort to dress to theme as well. Woots! It was really awesome seeing all of you on a, erm, non-working night. Thank you all for the ajays earpiece and the bag! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you SQ and Winson for coming too! Heh. I feel that somehow, the three of us has this invisible bond there whenever we hang out together, I feel so comfortable and I know that I can say/speak anything under the sun. Thank you both for the Agnes b cardholder and it really came in good use! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Bell, Libin, Eunice and Derrick for attending as well! Thank you all for the $128.00 Ang Bao with all the funny names written on the Ang Bao! Heh. Can't stop laughing to feel a one dollar coin in the Ang Bao. Eunice, safe trip back to Aussie and study hard to graduate! Bell, safe trip(s) to wherever you're flying too, my dear air-stewardess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Yi Ai and Jiawei for your guest appearance! Haha. Busy couple, thank you for sparing those time coming despite knowing you'll have to rush to somewhere else! I'm so touched until die. Lol. Thanks for the bracelet, the self-made birthday card and the Topman membership card! Awesomely appreciated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Celest and Hui Shan (not forgetting Desmond too), for making an effort to come down and thank you for the Fred Perry top! Thank you very much for also leaving the receipt inside the bag just so I could do a one-to-one exchange if the size doesn't fit. Haha. I hope that the scene doesn't make you both feel awkward and really thank you for coming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Edwin and Rendall, for being such great friends all times. Thank you for the Coach cardholder and now it can greatly substitute my bulky wallet for clubbing sessions! And thank you Edwin for the Cova treat and Altitude's Singapore Sling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Jeremy for coming down too! Thank you for all the underwater shots and for the Body Shop present! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how can I forget to thank the 80+ (and still ongoing) people who are still sending me their wishes on Facebook?! Heh. I reckon I'll reply till my fingers go sore but no matter what, I'll reciprocate and it's all worth doing so. And to all who have texted me as well, thank you beli the much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, thank you Four Seasons Catering and Pine's Garden for the buffet and lychee martini cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 21st has been a blast. The turnout was pretty much better than what I was expecting. Love you guys, hereby wishing everyone to stay happy every moment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-513609743569080629?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/513609743569080629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=513609743569080629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/513609743569080629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/513609743569080629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-21st-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pySMPd_dbEk/Ti-QLUc-6xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fW6f46tk-gY/s72-c/SDC11745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3674035574145133141</id><published>2011-06-09T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:36:29.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today in cookhouse, I found out a way to irritate/annoy someone real badly during meals. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine there is a housefly hovering above your food, what people would do normally and out of natural instinct is to flap your hand towards the housefly to get rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do this at every five minutes (irritating) or one minute (pissed off) interval to person sitting next to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/16959951-3674035574145133141?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2228921202326177682</id><published>2011-06-06T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:47:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They say laughter is the best medicine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hence I have decided...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/20110606-233352.jpg" border="1" alt="" width="400" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2228921202326177682?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2228921202326177682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2228921202326177682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2228921202326177682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2228921202326177682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/06/they-say-laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5354036241860257585</id><published>2011-06-04T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:55:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They call it No Strings Attached, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what do you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/tumblr_lke2hh9lQ71qa6wn6o1_500_large.jpg" border="2" width="355" height="620" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving Natalie Portman as ever, loving this touching scene all the times. Am leaving Batam in another hour or so for a short getaway and will be back tomorrow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I my me mine goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5354036241860257585?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5354036241860257585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5354036241860257585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5354036241860257585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5354036241860257585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/06/they-call-it-no-strings-attached-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6572702763290224370</id><published>2011-05-30T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:41:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wanna do it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;don't wanna waste this night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I'm officially back at this space, like it or not. It has been a few good months since I went hiatus on this ranting platform despite the previous Tumblr account I created when I was still in BMT? Yeah, I think so. I'm back here for good, so don't bother going to my Tumblr page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 flies, don't you agree? The next thing you know is that we're all in the month of June. Hallelujah. My life's pretty stagnant now. As you know, there's really nothing interesting to blog about. On top of that, it is one of SAF orders that no serviceman is allowed to post any restricted or official sh*t on any social/media platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey look, I'm still loving my unit life pretty much. Sometimes I wished I could get busier, so that time could pass faster. I'm stuck here. Perhaps I've reached the line of typing any SAF-related matter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June's a month of holidays for all the kids (so long as you're not wearing green) but I don't have the privilege, unfortunately. Then again, I'm trying my very best to enjoy my weekends (which include Fri) to the fullest extent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end off this entry, I shall draft out a list of the upcoming events I have to serve as a reminder to myself, or maybe to some of you out there who is/are involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batam getaway, 4 to 5 June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT fair, 9 to 12 June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xiang's 21st @ Timbre, 11 June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan's 31st BBQ, 12 June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K-Raze party @ Beer Market, 18 June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit a dentist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book X-Men movie tickets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shortlist names for my 21st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very Twilight now with Great Northern's Houses. Uh whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-6572702763290224370?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6572702763290224370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6572702763290224370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6572702763290224370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6572702763290224370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wanna-do-it-right-dont-wanna-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-305538548952697406</id><published>2011-05-28T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:33:22.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-305538548952697406?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/305538548952697406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=305538548952697406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/305538548952697406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/305538548952697406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-back-watch-this-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4463344224264603059</id><published>2010-07-18T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:09:03.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYS &amp;amp; GIRLS,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME FOR ANNOUNCEMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(ONE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Jul is coming and please mark that down on your calendar. It's a very special event because yours truly will be turning 20 officially. I really can't bear to leave my 19 but I have to let it go. That's life so everyone, including me, should suck it up. Book me now if you haven't, because I'm running out of slots. LOL. Nah, I'm not trying to act high profile or whatewer (yeah, a new word), definitely not HMV like what Ed said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TWO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all loyal readers (and fans) for your support throughout all these years on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modernstatement.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;. It has been a wonderful journey sharing my weals and woes with you all by hearing all the consoling feedbacks and not forgetting some very heartwrenching statements. After my enlistment, I'll be moving over to livej, hoping to bring my life as a NSF to a greater height. I'll be locking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modernstatement.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; up for the sake of memories, thus for all who are interested in ol'school talks like my dearest Tan, you may request for your log-in approval from me and I'll give it to you. More info/updates will be given in time to come. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(THREE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark down 29 Jul as well. This will be the day I'm being abducted away for nothing. For 22 months. Why? Oh, because I'm born a boy and the government has a deep feud with all the boys, hence they implemented something like an offshore island to keep all the boys there and only to release them on Fridays' nights; to be back by Sundays' evenings. What's worse? The offshore island by the name of Pulau Tekong doesn't like boys with hairs. Therefore, everyone is expected to become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;botak&lt;/span&gt;. For the second time, "This is Singapore, so suck it up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FOUR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction with point number THREE, I've decided to lock up my Fbook's wall for security purposes. The main purpose is to prevent spams, viruses or some unwanted notifications which may turn my wall into an advertisement board unknowingly. The bottomline is, please do send me a message via Fbook so I may revert back to you when I'm free/available. I'll be unlocking my wall so long I'm at my desk, so catch me if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good? Any more questions? *Tangs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4463344224264603059?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4463344224264603059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4463344224264603059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4463344224264603059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4463344224264603059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/07/biys-girls-its-time-for-announcements.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1519263981431949536</id><published>2010-07-14T05:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:48:14.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey there, Dad and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel it's a chore communicating to my parents, because they have no idea where I'm coming from, especially issues regarding my future and studies. That's the only thing they'd cared, about their son. Sometimes I thank god for NS too. Because of NS, the boys (men-to-be) will have an approximate 2 years to consider their future career/path to take up, which in my case, is my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two months back, after my graduation, my parents and I had an in depth discussion about my choice of degree. Setting local Us aside, I'm left with SIM, SMa, MDIS, Kaplan and PSB Academy. Then again, only SIM gave me the greatest confidence of all. They agreed to my decision. They gave the green light. Then the discussion was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, they brought up the subject again. The first question they were most concerned was if I'd been accepted by any of the local Us. Apparently I was not. Applications rejected. Appeals failed. Who to be blamed? The JC kids and the smart-asses. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Screw them because I wasted a total of $35 on application fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to ask if SIM was my ONLY alternative. My dad then continued asking why didn't I want to continue with horticulture. Yes, he knew if I were to further this line, it only takes me one and a half year to graduate with a honour. Unfortunately, I responded with a hint of discomposure, attempting to deliver the message across that horticulture would be the last thing I'll ever do again, so long as I'm alive. He received the message, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little background of my dad. &lt;/span&gt;He was a SP drop-out from Electrical Engineering course, because he sucked in English. His foundation of English Language is equivalent to a primary 2 kid. His mother tongue wasn't that strong either, with the exception of everyday's talk. But when it comes to dialects like Hokkien and Cantonese, you might need to write a script first before talking to him. Somewhere along his process of growing up, he fell in love with cooking and that's when he became a chef. My dad was once a chef in Rajah Inn before it was demolished years back in Clarke Quay area. From then on, all he knew was cooking, oh, and that tiny weeny part of electrical stuffs, if he ever remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little background of my mom.&lt;/span&gt; At her era, there wasn't any existence of JC or polytechnics. The furthest education you can ever get was secondary school. Not even the implementation of O level, just a certificate acknowledging your completion of studies. She topped in class and a few times in cohort throughout her years in that Bukit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; school, which was located at some ulu hill. My grandma sent her to a Chinese school because from what I know, it's costly for one to be enrolled in an English school. Hence my mom could hardly converse with anyone in proper English. As of today, from what I can recall, her English words are constantly used in repetition of, "Hello", "Excuse Me", "Okay", "Ice water please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to their incompetence in English, I am the one who has to suffer everytime letters are being retrieved from the mailbox. It's my duty and my responsibility to read the mails for them and explain to them the whole story. My dad has sharp eyes seeing digits, especially with a dollar sign. At any point of time I missed out saying the digit, he'll pinpoint at the number asking what is that about. Very typical uncle, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has their backgrounds got to do with my studies in any way? Well, I would say it caused a huge impact on me. Because they want their son to be successful. Because they were deprived from that opportunity to pursue what they wanted for any reasons that may be, thereby hoping I would be able to something that make them proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, "Banking?" and my mom goes, "Business?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told them I was very intrigued by the media industry and hoping to pursue Mass Communications but they were strongly against my decision. I know what they were thinking. They thought media industries have very few job openings. After a very long persuasion and pleading, they then agreed to my choice of study, reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of friends studying Business related courses now and I have to really agree with what one of my friends said to me, "There are tonnes of Business graduates on the streets. You have to ask yourself, what differs you from them? You're a Business graduate, so are they. If I'm the boss and you're coming for an interview, my first question would be what makes you so special and unique that I have to hire you and not him/her, assuming there's another candidate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback with such a scenario and I could hardly utter a single word. I'm not saying Business will bring you nowhere, neither am I saying it will guarantee and secure you a position. I'm trying to neutralize the whole situation by saying the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you want to excel, you must &lt;s&gt;be the&lt;/s&gt; put in your best in everything you do&lt;/span&gt;. That's my motto, in both studies and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right, I might &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(note the word)&lt;/span&gt; try to apply for University of Canberra and see if I'll be accepted in Media &amp;amp; Communication Studies. I'm living in pipe dream now but at least let me indulge myself in this short-lived happiness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm perfectly sober now. Time check, 6.09am. Good morning world, I'm hitting the sack now. Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1519263981431949536?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1519263981431949536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1519263981431949536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1519263981431949536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1519263981431949536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-there-dad-and-mom-at-times-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6757446530284238475</id><published>2010-07-05T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:01:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dancefloor monster on the loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla! I'm in an extreme good mood right now. I think this is the after-effects from parties and drinking. Heh. In case if you're wondering, I'm perfectly sober now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a myriad of events going on lately and I'm glad we all make it to the event turning it into a successful and definitely, a memorable one. With this, I clearly meant Xiang's 20th and Eunice's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGNSUG2FTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vTwaZ-JIpFc/s1600/37006_406295536346_613236346_5018265_7294316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGNSUG2FTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vTwaZ-JIpFc/s400/37006_406295536346_613236346_5018265_7294316_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490324766515926322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt blessed to have these people in my life. They've stood a portion in me and I would die without them, literally. They are the air I breathe and they are the ones whom I know they'll be there for me no matter what happens. I would love to see more of such gatherings in time to come, before my enlistment hopefully. Love you all, crescents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGQgGKjNpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8V20MZ7h4zc/s1600/SDC11197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGQgGKjNpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8V20MZ7h4zc/s400/SDC11197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490328301826422418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget these crazy people (Oh, I meant the girls) even after we've all graduated? It's really a flashback to see how we've all grown and who we are right now. Eunice has left to further her studies is Brisbane. It's such a nostalgia, feeling like there were tonnes of people who sent me (us) off for internship in Brisbane on 12 Sept 09, and back on 7 Feb 10, right now Eunice's gone again. Anyway, Eunice, if you're reading this, all the best in your studies and please don't forget to buy presents back for me when you come back for good! I'll be waiting for your return, botak. HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS/&lt;/span&gt; Don't you dare to buy anything from Target, Coles or Woolsworth. I know one okay! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGOYyIiOmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nnynsBLcEsU/s1600/30471_404319876394_747531394_4588289_1087294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGOYyIiOmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nnynsBLcEsU/s400/30471_404319876394_747531394_4588289_1087294_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490325977166920290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, meet my brothers. T and E. We'd always soared in the skies and did wonders that no one knew. Just one more and we'll form a Fantastic Four. Weary funnay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've made the impossible, possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-6757446530284238475?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6757446530284238475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6757446530284238475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6757446530284238475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6757446530284238475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/07/dancefloor-monster-on-loose-holla-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TDGNSUG2FTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vTwaZ-JIpFc/s72-c/37006_406295536346_613236346_5018265_7294316_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8255237488776168034</id><published>2010-06-19T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:34:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The month of June is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the ball rolling, I should first congratulate Xiang and Mathew for being 20y/o officially, kicking away the very nostalgic digit '1' right in front of your used-to-be age. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini celebration with Xiang over at Henderson Waves, it was indeed a great gathering for the fact that Dehao was actually present. Haha! We ordered two Ole Ole set boxes from KFC for delivery and to my uttermost amazement, the lady whom I spoke to insisted me giving a unit number when I told her not just once, but twice, that there was no unit number because THE WHOLE BUNCH OF US IS AT THE VOID DECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, we did enjoy ourselves with the card games, the random nonsensical talking and oh, the photo taking session. (Yeah Xiang, I'll upload it soon, trust me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy a week ago for the IT fair and now, I'm busy for nothing again. Heh. The 3 of us were calculating the commission we earned each day and surprisingly, each of us hit at least a $500? Oh boy, I can't wait to collect my pay next week because I NEED THE F RETAIL THERAPY! I've been eyeing on a denim shirt at Bugis and a pumps at 313 right after IT fair ended, I'm pretty efficient eh? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long list of stuffs to blog about but I'll leave it in the next entry. It's 1.32am now and I need to wake up at the unearthly hour of 4am for Kukup trip. Urgh, a very reluctant goodnight, to all you earthlings. Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could really use a wish right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8255237488776168034?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8255237488776168034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8255237488776168034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8255237488776168034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8255237488776168034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/06/month-of-june-is-wonderful-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8254753404198951380</id><published>2010-06-09T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:40:06.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What do you want to do when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TA6bUCwYBvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GJwyDQvRM8/s1600/sin-singapore-boat-quay-and-skyline-night-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TA6bUCwYBvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GJwyDQvRM8/s400/sin-singapore-boat-quay-and-skyline-night-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480488565195933426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people have been asking me the above-mentioned question. And what's the worst part of it? I'm clueless. At times when I'm cabbing home via the CTE route, I'll definitely steal the various glances at the skyline, the tall buildings, the extraordinary and magnificent look of the lightings. I've always told myself, someday in the future, I'll see myself working in one of these buildings. But then again, do I really want to work in there? What do I want to work as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aspirations have never stopped changing. When I was much younger, let's say 10-ish, my aspiration was to be a teacher. Then it moved on to doctor, businessman and it eventually evolved into lawyer. I know, part of me must be insane. Right now, I'm certain I do not and would not want to be any of the stated characters. I wouldn't know if this may change in time to come, but what I'm talking about is my thought at this juncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get involved in the media/communication line. No, absolutely not MediaCorp. I want to be a journalist, a scriptwriter or a column writer. I want to express my thoughts, my views and my perspectives in words to the people out there. I have my drawbacks and I hate to confess that my language isn't that strong. C6 for English would definitely get me nowhere I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back, classmates and I brought up the topic of our future career. Apparently, the topic of entrepreneurship popped up. I felt extremely delighted and relieved to have this topic discussed, because that's when I know I'm heading somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after reading so much of what has been written, you might have guessed if something's amiss. Indeed, I'm starting to worry about my future. I've wasted 4 years in my secondary school life without doing well for my Os and another 3 years in poly of studying what I wasn't interested in. I've then worked for so many different companies since Sec 4 till now, but none of them sparked my interest, let alone wanting to stay on (even if time permits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told and I know exactly securing a job in this line or that line can earn you up to this exquisite amount. But if I were to ask you to choose, would you rather work to earn that money without a bit of interest in it or to choose a job to your liking and earning what is offered? I'll choose the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8254753404198951380?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8254753404198951380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8254753404198951380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8254753404198951380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8254753404198951380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-want-to-do-when-you-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TA6bUCwYBvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GJwyDQvRM8/s72-c/sin-singapore-boat-quay-and-skyline-night-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4934494278810633029</id><published>2010-06-06T13:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:30:53.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I've been here before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I've run into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the things that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cus' this is Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a busy man for non-productivity matters. I'm constantly heading out for food, for fun, for laughter and for peace and joy with different cliques of people. Not to mention, without a job that in turn generating a pay into my account, I'm almost burning a very big hole in my pocket now. Apparently, that includes today. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'll be back again with IT fair from 10th to 13th. For those who're free, please do come down and feel the crowd (which I don't really recommend, but then again, come to see cheap deals). Previously with Aztech and now with Toshiba. The great thing? Yes, I'll be getting commissions. Woots! I need this money for shoes. Yes. Shoes. I've been wanting to get that sneakers for 836263849 times already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Xiang, no to worry, I'll definitely do a pre-celebration for you else we could actually hang out at Henderson waves on the 11th perhaps? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TAs_v8HrXqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-nBUY7y9-Nw/s1600/SDC11107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TAs_v8HrXqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-nBUY7y9-Nw/s400/SDC11107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479543464451071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a farewell celebration with Calvin, YQ and Daphne over at CQ and caught Shrek at Cathay on Fri. I supposed my livers were functioning at their peak to detoxify whatever I've consumed. Lol. Oh anyway, Shrek was kinda nice but the only drawback was that the show lasted for 75 minutes? Yeah, very abrupt I would say. And people, no point going for the 3D one. It makes no difference, so don't spend the unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing the motivation to write anymore longer, because my life revolves around almost the same thing. Then again, I really appreciate everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4934494278810633029?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4934494278810633029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4934494278810633029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4934494278810633029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4934494278810633029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/06/deja-vu-i-think-ive-been-here-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/TAs_v8HrXqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-nBUY7y9-Nw/s72-c/SDC11107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7070224925472702659</id><published>2010-05-26T00:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:41:41.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've graduated from&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a Diploma in Horticulture &amp;amp; Landscape Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_zPea0u2fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kf4Y4x07Evk/s1600/30933_397936236346_613236346_4792525_2217867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_zPea0u2fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kf4Y4x07Evk/s400/30933_397936236346_613236346_4792525_2217867_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475479368479201778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 25 May, marks the final day of my poly life. To some of you, graduation may be just a ceremony to attend and get over with. But to me, graduation is more than a ceremony. It's a milestone in my life. I felt different. Poly's graduation meant so much to me compared to my Os. Perhaps I'm moving on to the next phase of my life, the NS? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, the valedictorian's speech did somehow strike me. Indeed, 3 years have past in the blink of an eye. I could vividly remembered how the orientation started and the first crazy girl I knew back then was none other than XL. We met up during the first day of school, analysed the timetable together, figured out where the blocks were and went up to lab for our first practical, PAM with Dr Chitra. The first practical on how to use and differentiate the parts of a microscope was rather funny, come to the think of it. Moving on, the whole bunch of us gathered at some of the shelves in the library and we did a self-introduction. There were just too many chinese names and I often mixed them up. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS/ You know who you're! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after the break, we headed off to Botanical Garden for TXP. Yes, we all lost our way and couldn't navigate where the classroom was. It was also at that point of time, I became best friends with Nisa. I couldn't help but to disturb her all the times because she was just too funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and laughter filled the air I breathed, overwhelmed me like a torrent and blessed me in such a wonderful environment. Everything was progressing so amazingly til' I got stuck with Chemistry. It was then, my greatest nightmare. I was really afraid and scared. I remembered when the lecturer asked was there anyone who didn't take up Chemistry during secondary school, I presumed I was the only one who raised my hand. I struggled with equations, periodic table and calculations. I didn't understand the terms. I could hardly decipher the usage of the different apparatuses. I was at the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed MST paper and had to retake a sub-paper. Guess what? I scraped through the paper with a pass on the dot. That was just lucky to me and I know the exam would screw me up so badly. All in all, the final lucky incident came by on the Chemistry paper. Everything that I studied came out. It was only at that point of time, I felt relieved. I received my first result slip from NP and was both elated and surprised to see a '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;' graded in my Chemistry. Tell me how lucky can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by with the accumulation of projects and assignments. Somewhere along the way, I became really good with Daphne and Yi Ai. The 3 of us are just like bubble gum and we were always seen together. We gossiped, we laughed at others, we talked back/behind others, we did all the crazy stuffs I wouldn't have imagined we actually did it, we stole apparatuses from lab, we stole snacks and pens from the poor little co-op etc. I'll definitely miss all these little bits and pieces of things that churned out the word happiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really got a lot of people to thank in mind but if I were to continue typing, this will go endless I reckon. Haha. You know who you are, and I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's something I would want to confess and I'm very certain I didn't tell anyone about this at all. Back then, the thought of switching course did appear on my mind time after time. I was considering Chinese Studies to an extend I almost went down to the department and talk to the course manager. Not that I didn't like plant (Okay, somehow), but I know that wasn't my cup of tea, including the fact that there were design modules as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thank god I didn't make the decision for two apparent reasons. Firstly, I would have wasted a semester/year and what I've gone through would be in vain. Secondly, and also the most important reason, I would have missed out all the wonderful friends in my life. Thank you all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The student who finally graduated from LSCT, NP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7070224925472702659?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7070224925472702659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7070224925472702659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7070224925472702659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7070224925472702659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-graduated-from-ngee-ann-polytechnic.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_zPea0u2fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kf4Y4x07Evk/s72-c/30933_397936236346_613236346_4792525_2217867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7793574510683278771</id><published>2010-05-18T22:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:42:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 55th, Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good boy for the day, because it's Mom's 55th. I was supposed to be out with the crazy gang til' late night but here I am, back home before 9pm. There are a couple of things to be delighted about; Firstly, Mom just gotten her CPF and she transferred $300 over to my account for spendings! Secondly, we're gonna have a family outing this coming Sun, for a buffet over at Riverside and down to Helix bridge! Last but not least, it's gonna be a secret I'm not gonna tell. Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been splurging money any-ol'-how for no apparent reasons. Okay, partly because my necessities which to me, are mandatory items but to many, they're just miscellaneous items. Yes, a Manhattan's bag and a pair of leather shoes from Taka have burnt a hole in my pocket. How can I forget to mention the endless gourmet expenses? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back in school yesterday with XL to collect the graduation robes. It has really been a while since I last stepped back into school, for the fact that constructions were everywhere and even some stores have shifted. The graduation robe, also know as the penguin suit, didn't come cheap because it requires a $30 deposit and a non-refundable $8 rental fees. Sucks right? How can NP charge us, the students, a $8 to rent the graduation robe when it should be the school's responsibility to see us graduate? Forget it, because academic affairs makes no sense anyway. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa with classmates, night out with SQ, KB with gang and soon the girls for Dimsum. I'm gonna fill my scheduler with events before 29 Jul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall promise this post a pictorial entry and upload some of the random pictures in my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K93oJ_VBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7Ktj9OyJ5vk/s1600/SDC10869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K93oJ_VBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7Ktj9OyJ5vk/s320/SDC10869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472645260578346002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wait, I know it's bursting, but.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not just these&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K-XSrFXyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jij5CyMF72Y/s1600/SDC10870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K-XSrFXyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jij5CyMF72Y/s320/SDC10870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472645804567387938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another two bags full of my clothes as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K_q11e7WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hnnHb5op9DI/s1600/SDC10871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K_q11e7WI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hnnHb5op9DI/s320/SDC10871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472647239935389026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mess on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_LAGaGw6AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XEr0oiownIE/s1600/SDC10873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_LAGaGw6AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XEr0oiownIE/s320/SDC10873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472647713528014850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the junks in my bag&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS/ Okay, I know what you saw, but that's not what you think&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_LAbaxFjWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rNo7IOvrcoo/s1600/SDC10882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_LAbaxFjWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rNo7IOvrcoo/s320/SDC10882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472648074482781538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me how not to love my jail&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;(broke) iTouch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_LA2B6Z_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T7ltVYZczY4/s1600/SDC10896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_LA2B6Z_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T7ltVYZczY4/s320/SDC10896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472648531667451282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the birthday cake Mom bought from Sweet Ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may be cheap,&lt;br /&gt;It may not look appealing,&lt;br /&gt;But it tasted just as wonderful as any other cakes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes to Carrot, here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7793574510683278771?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7793574510683278771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7793574510683278771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7793574510683278771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7793574510683278771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-55th-mom-im-good-boy-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S_K93oJ_VBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7Ktj9OyJ5vk/s72-c/SDC10869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5037642931153211834</id><published>2010-05-13T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:39:17.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you don't understand my silence,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never understand my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Things would be in this current state right now partly because of you.&lt;/s&gt; I've decided to remain silent because I know in this way, it will benefit the both of us. I don't wish to speak anymore, let alone to apportion where does the fault lie. Behavioral self-blaming is not an act of heroism, it's an act of weakness, not to mention it is the most childish form of methods to regain the necessary attention to comfort and console. Shirking all the blame to the other party is absolutely not a wise and practical solution to turn things around, instead, it worsens the whole situation. So how? Well, the best remedy is to divert your attention to other things, to other stuffs, to other tasks that may reap you results and a sense of satisfaction upon completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is I'm almost halfway through my always-wanted-to-read-but-too-busy-to-read novel and I'm catching up with my dramas, of course, my all time favourite's Gossip Girl. Oh, I've also been heading out to meet the entire bunch of crazy guys but I totally dislike the fact that whenever the whole group of us walk together, it seems like we're going on a strike. No, we're not capable of something so heroic. Next, sex drugs. They call it poppers. I know I'll be receiving tons of messages from whatever way one knows I'll be reachable or contactable but I clearly know what I'm doing. Yes, I know, drugs. Illegal, brain damaging, addiction etc. I'm still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of May is coming to an end, and for that I thank god. Pay's in and my mind is totally refreshed and up for retail therapy. I want a getaway before I enlist. I want to do something exceptionally crazy and extraordinary to mark my youth this year. Oh, perhaps I've already done it. Who knows, hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not gonna take the lead no more, shall step down and see how the whole scene falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5037642931153211834?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5037642931153211834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5037642931153211834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5037642931153211834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5037642931153211834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-dont-understand-my-silence-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3673793595597048822</id><published>2010-05-05T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:19:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Screwed up body clock, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm (currently) jobless now. No, I should rephrase myself, I'm out-of-job voluntarily. It's a complicated issue and I don't wish to elaborate about anything at all here. But well, I don't feel empty and bored now. Instead, I'm rather glad cause I could utilize the free time doing what I want and clear my wardrobe - which I've been saying for the 12436829th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to enjoy life, learn how to grasp every little things that appear in front of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3673793595597048822?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3673793595597048822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3673793595597048822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3673793595597048822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3673793595597048822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/05/screwed-up-body-clock-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1292102598859017593</id><published>2010-04-24T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:54:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today, I received a letter which states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You are hereby required under Section 10 of Enlistment Act (Cap 93) to report for enlistment on 29 Jul 2010 at 11.45am to BMTC SCHOOL 3. You will be undergoing a 9-week Basic Military Training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. My life's ruined. Completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1292102598859017593?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1292102598859017593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1292102598859017593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1292102598859017593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1292102598859017593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-received-letter-which-states.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3392483553198391812</id><published>2010-04-18T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:57:18.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's a 9 to 6.30 talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta admit how contradicting humans can be at times, well, for me at least. When you've too much free time to spare, you get bored and you wish you'd a job or something to occupy yourself with. Then again when you're busy almost every other day, you can't wait for Fri to come. Yes, if you call it a sticky/shitty situation, I'm in it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially quitted my previous job (which come to the think of it, it's such a wrong move to make) and am now attached to UOB call centre till 12 July. Working in a bank is definitely a great exposure to me. At the same time it's challenging and competitive. The good thing is that my colleagues and I are really on par and there are some other interns from NYP as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm currently under training, or rather lecture I would call it. I've to mug on the different types of credit cards, CRM etc. What actually makes things worse is that the test is tmrw. No, I've yet to start on ANYTHING because my mind is all set ready for the Star Awards 2010 later at 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be broke soon, no, I didn't spend on clothings or whatsoever, blame all the food and snacks in town. I get so hungry easily for god knows why. On a side note, I'm boycotting Mac's cinnamon melts. Unless you're totally indulging in the sweetness, which accompanied by the risk and high chances of contracting diabetes, please do go ahead and try it out! Oh, do remember to order a cup of coke to complete your sweeeeeeeeetness! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to brunch now and start mugging. I REALLY NEED TO. F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3392483553198391812?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3392483553198391812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3392483553198391812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3392483553198391812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3392483553198391812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-9-to-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4781159031677953881</id><published>2010-04-14T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:00:03.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today's someone's birthday, 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's someone's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;The one who cracked me up all the times.&lt;br /&gt;The one whom I know would always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;The one whom I know would share gossips with me.&lt;br /&gt;The one whom I understand; and who understands our jokes.&lt;br /&gt;The one who participated in many starring awards with me.&lt;br /&gt;The one whom I know if I lose him as a friend, a part of me would be missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Bitch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&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/16959951-4781159031677953881?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4781159031677953881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4781159031677953881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4781159031677953881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4781159031677953881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-someones-birthday-19th.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8801503135106365835</id><published>2010-04-07T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:24:16.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Revamp, in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've revamped this entire space of mine which I call it not just a blog, but my haven of thoughts. I guess it's always good to have changes at times, especially when I'm trying new things out. Well, it's not as if I've not used a default template before, but just so that when I take a look back at this simple, yet elegant layout, I couldn't resist but to click the "Save template" option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so here I am, with this brand new default template. Very soon, I'll include all my gadgets back into this space because I know you guys (I don't wish to mention names but you know who you are) have been always linking to others' blog through this platform - like changing bus in the interchange. Meanwhile, please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; a while more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been going through my mind lately and I'm starting to worry about almost everything. Urgh, shalln't mention too much right now til' this blog is properly done up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn French. Anyone with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8801503135106365835?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8801503135106365835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8801503135106365835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8801503135106365835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8801503135106365835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/04/revamp-in-progress.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1022928745501722596</id><published>2010-03-31T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:39:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officially Missing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXr0pIRSg4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXr0pIRSg4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh can’t nobody do it like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Said every little thing you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hey baby say it stays on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I, I’m officially missing you&lt;/span&gt;&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/16959951-1022928745501722596?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1022928745501722596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1022928745501722596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1022928745501722596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1022928745501722596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/03/officially-missing-you-oh-cant-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6813091777948270291</id><published>2010-03-21T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:30:10.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna rush for work now but apparently the rain deters me from stepping out. Well, I know that's a very lousy excuse but I really need to go now. Urgh, I've yet to have my dinner and my stomach is roaring for food. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT fair's pay hasn't come in yet and very soon I'll be very, very broke, which I know would be a complete disaster. Lol. I'm still waiting to hear from Clique over at The Cathay, if it does want to employ me, I'll bid immediate farewell to the bar. Traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I've just received my final semester results and you'll never know how stunning it can be to see a GPA 4.0000 on your statement. Nah, don't even mention about cumulative, I feel so depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm halfway gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-6813091777948270291?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6813091777948270291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6813091777948270291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6813091777948270291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6813091777948270291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it-clap.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5368948940936931806</id><published>2010-03-15T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:13:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't need a parachute, baby if I got you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;D was awesome! It was definitely a blast to see everyone decked out in their best and I swear some looked exceptionally stunning. Then again, I'm still feeling a little disappointed with the venue. Urgh, $55 at Concorde. So not worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of pictures were taken and I guess I've not received all of them yet. These photos will surely mark the last lap of my poly life before I become a slave for the government. And oh, how can I not forget to express my surprise to see there are actually so many guys in my course (not full strength though)?! HEH! Urgh, too bad, I don't really know some of them in this picture. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 315px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/26325_108931532457064_1000002065292.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, right after D&amp;amp;D, the whole bunch of us (approxiamately 20 of us) head down to PH for Ladies' night. HEH. You'll never know how fantastic it can get dancing with your own classmates. Well, for me at least. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess lady luck's still smiling at me afterall. I'm glad to have received NTU's e-mail stating that they're still gonna give a last chance to others who have yet to submit their application and fees! HEH. Well, I believe both XL and I are waiting for the results excruciatingly. Okay, on the irony, I still hope for SMU of course. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Yes, IT fair. So the four of us were slogging our guts out in the IT fair selling routers, wireless extender and some random stuffs. It's never easy for a science student to memorise IT stuffs within a short period of one day. My first day of work was totally like shit, because thanks to all the engineering experts we've got, I was caught dumbfounded with all sorts of questions asked. What makes thing worse is the fact that we aren't getting any commission. NOT a single cent, except for the basic $7/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a reason why the four of us skipped work the last day, giving oblivious excuse such as to head back to school for a seminar regarding graduation. Haha! Tell me I'm smart please. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to Starbucks now, officially. I think half of my pocket money has been spent on the tell-myself-cannot-buy-but-still-got-tempted-to-buy hazelnut latte. F. At this rate I'm gonna get bankrupt soon. Oh, did I mention I bought a new hoodie shirt from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at Ion? Yeah, screw this. I need to hide this shirt in my wardrobe before my mom finds this shirt new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring and I can't get out of the house. I haven't seen that bitch yet and he promised to have korean cuisine tonight. Yes, he's the biggest bitch I've ever met. Lol. Time to spam more resumes later on! Aza-aza-fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for screwing up my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5368948940936931806?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5368948940936931806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5368948940936931806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5368948940936931806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5368948940936931806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-need-parachute-baby-if-i-got-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-262546949194471035</id><published>2010-03-05T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:44:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 1.23pm. Yes, I've got an interview for admin position later at MFA at 3pm. After which, I need to get back to work at 6.30pm. Tell me how annoying it can be to have approximately 2 hours (after my interview I reckon) without having a right place to go. I jolly well know I'll skip work if I were to head home which I can't, because I've skipped work for two days, giving a blatant excuse. Bah, just my luck to have had applied for that job! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next week's gonna be a fast week I hope cause looking at my schedule, other than Tues, the entire week is packed. I'm so looking forward to D&amp;amp;D but apparently my wardrobe didn't do me a great favour. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, if I'd said I've got tons of photos to upload in Fbook, I mean it. I believe my excuse of laziness in uploading the photos has passed its validity, because now I could shirk my responsibility to the amazing Fbook, which never fails to disappoint me with some simple uploader that requires my effort to upload the photos ONE BY ONE. I would definitely upload all the photos up providing everyone of you feel it is productive. TEEHEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side, I'm glad OIAP presentation is over! As what I've expected, I actually scraped through the entire presentation with (not to be mentioned here). Heh. Yeah, results' coming out on the 19 Mar. I'd better gotten an A for this else I'll be so dead. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about results, I've clean forgotten about submitting my application to NTU! Urgh. Well, I know it doesn't serve as a confirmation of placement but I'm just trying my luck. You know when the adults always buy lottery? Yes, it's the same concept - just that my 'lotteries' are of a higher value. Damn, application is now closed and I've got to wait for 2011's. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy Jackson, A serious man and Alice. I watched all three and out of which, I slept through almost three-quarter of the film in one of them. The answer is pretty obvious. XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-262546949194471035?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/262546949194471035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=262546949194471035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/262546949194471035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/262546949194471035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/03/yours-sincerely-time-check-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-491540165641936849</id><published>2010-02-27T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:35:12.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me why Gaga's songs are so addictive? I'm totally in love with her and I swear every outfit of hers looks BOOMZ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stop callin' stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I've gone past the stage of fearing to stutter during the interview session. Apparently, I didn't do as bad as I thought I would be and days after the interview, the guy called telling me I've gotten the job. Right now, I'm secured with this PT job (which I highly doubt it would sustain me for long, for the fact that I'll have to burn midnight oil) and I do hope the welfare is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 286px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/15698_357742485109_739210109_519545.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with classmates on Wed was awesome! The expected camwhoring sessions and long talks never failed to make me feel at home. Oh yeah, how can I not mention that I've got a temp job lobang all thanks to XL! IT fair from 11 Mar to 14 Mar, with $70 per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock's officially screwed up. Why am I always feeling so lethargic in the day time and energetic during the night time?! Tell me why please! Because I can't f go to sleep at night and I've to wake up in the afternoon! Then after my brunch, I feel tired again! URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the brighter side, my first two weeks of Mar would be packed with a series of events. But I really do hope 2 Mar would pass by faster because the extremely annoying OIAP presentation is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like it when it all falls apart. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-491540165641936849?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/491540165641936849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=491540165641936849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/491540165641936849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/491540165641936849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-left-my-head-and-my-heart-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2566428536133203780</id><published>2010-02-22T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:25:59.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need more epics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 356px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC10583.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY red packets' money didn't sustain me as long as I'd expected. Without money, without job, without school and when the rest are having exams, leaving me with a sudden long period of hours cause me to feel like a walking zombie. Aye, apparently I've got two things in mind now. First, to do something productive and thus time will pass faster. Second, to burn down SP, NYP and TP. I know the latter choice sounds more logical. Don't correct me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotten an e-mail from (somewhere) asking me to head down for an interview tomorrow at 6.30pm. Aww, thank god for this reply! Then again, interview doesn't equate to confirmation. I'll still have to job seek around again. But I still do hold a glimpse of hope that I'll pass the interview and I'll be able to start working immediately. Yes, I'm desperate for money, desperate to satisfy my list of purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's mail system has been screwing me up. Thanks to the words that have been passing around (which I hope it was a rumour actually) that I'll have to hand in my powerpoint slides by coming Wed. Yeah, the dateline didn't help at all, because I'm still not motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet up with the whole bunch of classmates whom I've yet to seen since I'd returned! I just missed the tempting offer (with gossips involved) on last Thurs over at YQ's house. Aww, I'm not gonna miss any of such good deals anymore! Heh. Oh, how can I forget my Char Kway Teow session with Calvin and Bec! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those people whose names are listed as below (in no particular order), please come to me and claim your lovely wonderful present* from Aussie:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chng Si Min&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Ow Tong Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Daphne Tan Ning Xiang&lt;br /&gt;Koh Yi Ai&lt;br /&gt;Chee Xianglin&lt;br /&gt;Ithiel Liang Yu Qian&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teoh Chao Yi&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Teo Hui Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Krystal Heng Li Qing&lt;br /&gt;Khairunnisa Bte Kamaruddin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Hui Kai&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Soh Ling Hui&lt;br /&gt;Chew Yen Ling&lt;br /&gt;Chen Li Bin&lt;br /&gt;Aishah Bte Mohd Kamil&lt;br /&gt;Loo Si Hui&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Fun Sai Chun&lt;br /&gt;Ho Weng Cheong&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Poh Jing Zhe&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Lai Zhen Xuan&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Peh Shi Jia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*present not collected within stipulated date will be discarded; you know i'm kidding. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a nap, XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2566428536133203780?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2566428536133203780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2566428536133203780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2566428536133203780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2566428536133203780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-more-epics-cny-red-packets-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6915058231977515733</id><published>2010-02-16T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:26:01.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life's in a havoc state right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels extremely awesome and therapeutic when I'm out with the crazy people from morning til' midnight. Aye, more and more sessions to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I've been clubbing on both Ladies' night and 3rd anniversary over at PH. Urgh, the kick was definitely there since I've last clubbed for 20823782374 days when I was still in S'pore. One thing I loved about clubbing's because you'll get to make new friends. Yeah, a couple of them for me! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up - Uni applications. Yeah, I was in school yesterday morning with Eunice to settle the omg-finally-settled U stuffs. The photocopying, the printing, the buying of semester results and the application fees apparently burnt a hole in my pocket. I've been spending money like water since I'm back I swear. This is so not good man. NUS and SMU settled, and now I'm left with NTU and SIM. Screw it. One of them better accept me else I'm so gonna burn all the Uni down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavier note, I'm sick. Yes. Sore throat, lost of voice, flu and cough. I'm left with fever, that's all. This feeling still didn't deter me from heading out though. Aye, but then again I feel so lonely BECAUSE ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HAVING EXAMS! Very soon I should try walking in the malls alone, perhaps I'll bump into familiar faces. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavi-EST note, I have 0% motivation to start on OIAP powerpoint slides. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know where I want to go now. No, I'm not staying at home. Heh.&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/16959951-6915058231977515733?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6915058231977515733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6915058231977515733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6915058231977515733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6915058231977515733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-lifes-in-havoc-state-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1738316142746552821</id><published>2010-02-09T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:50:10.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back home,&lt;br /&gt;Telok Blangah Crescent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a series of emotions right now, you name it, I have it. Everything feels so different right now, and I know its me, the Jasper who was not contactable for the past few months. Waking up on Mon morning feels like I've been dreaming about almost every incidents that happened in Aussie. This surreal dream gave me a sudden realisation that I'm back to where I've started. I'm back to this place where I'll need to think about what to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird because the first person I see is no long Derrick or Eunice. I feel weird because I'm lagging behind. I feel weird because I need to adapt back (very instantly) to what I used to do and eat in S'pore. I feel weird because people and things around me are changing, for good and for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking on the bright side, the meet-up with the whole bunch of Crescents on Sun night was absolutely breathtaking! We've got endless conversations going on and updates to catch. Just by talking to them and looking into their eyes gave me a sense of comfort. Yes, and this is how much the whole bunch means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in town both today and yesterday to shop for CNY stuffs. Gosh, the whole stretch of Orchard has become totally magnificent! 313 Somerset, TripleOne and even some little revamps everywhere, I was so taken aback. I'm so gonna check up all the stores one by one after CNY. Jasper can never be a town loser, that's for sure. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school tmrw, no, not for classes anymore but to hand up report and A3. I shall crash their lecture for one last time before I forget how it feels like to listen in class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got a few more bunches of people to meet up before they start to forget my presence! Lol. Aye, time to unpack the remaining stuffs that are still lying in my luggage. F that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom are back with their craps. I've been nagged at for the past hour. Go find a job, call Singtel soon, unpack your luggage, take out the dirty clothes, yada yada, blah blah blah. I need a break. No, I think I should always resort to shutting myself from them with music blasting in my ears. Yes, for your info, that works for me all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these unfortunate incidents (which I term it as), I'm glad I'm back. Coming back on the 7th was definitely a wise decision, at least part of me doesn't feel awkward anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish the dawn will never break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1738316142746552821?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1738316142746552821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1738316142746552821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1738316142746552821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1738316142746552821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-home-telok-blangah-crescent-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4180839866732085928</id><published>2010-02-04T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:01:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye, Bau Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 325px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/DSC04159.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the title itself has encapsulated both my voices and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;So these 5 months (well, 4 months and 3 weeks to be exact) have passed very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with attachment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with reports and A3.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with despatch, orchid house, potting, propagation and field work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the internal politics in work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with struggling to wake up at 5.55am/6am from Mon to Fri.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done sleeping in at 10pm just so I could wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with cooking, washing and buying groceries from Coles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the cancellation of 148 days (supposed 154 days) countdown chart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with withdrawing cash from NAB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with one-weekend-outing at Ballina.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the brunch over at Main St every Sun's afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the occassional dinners over at Fed Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with staying at home on Sun to wait for Dan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the last spring cleaning and shifting out of furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the house at Alstonville, which I've stayed for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the smell of rat piss that seemed to be the cause of the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the card games Leanne never fails to play with me everyday during lunches.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with putting up a smiley mask whenever Rodney tries to express his I-think-it-is-very-funny joke.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the 15 minutes smoko and 30 minutes lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the soil-filled fingernails and other inflictions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the endless prunings when I've returned from SL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the wait outside Caltex every morning at 7am for Matthew to pick us up for work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with all the shops and stores in Alstonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'm done with Bau Farm. Then again, a part of me would still miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of the wonderful colleagues I've ever met in my life. I'll be lying through my teeth if I'd say I don't miss the daily routine, because all of a sudden right now, I felt empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at SL, once again, and I'll be heading back home coming Sun. At this point of time, thoughts are running all over my head. What am I supposed to do on Mon (and the subsequent days) when all my friends are either studying or still having their attachment? What am I going to do when I wake up in the morning realising I'm back at my own room, my own house in Singapore? Yet again I know I've got tonnes of stuffs to settle. My uni. My driving. My SAT. My CNY to-be-done list. My OIAP presentation and I wanna go back to dance. Where am I supposed to slot all these into my schedule? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure is that I do miss everyone, very &lt;s&gt;badly&lt;/s&gt; terribly. It's time for a grand meet-up and hopefully, everything will be back to norm, back to the good ol' Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tear-jerking goodbyes, partly because I know I wouldn't see them anymore in my life. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 more days, back to the last flight home.&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/16959951-4180839866732085928?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4180839866732085928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4180839866732085928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4180839866732085928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4180839866732085928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-bau-farm-i-guess-title-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4386611252937515512</id><published>2010-01-31T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:42:47.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You made my day, D. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so D and I was on the phone just now and she really triggered my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, ask you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Uh what. Say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Are you really happy over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Erm. Quite, why leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Come clean with me. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Which part of my speech sounded like I'm lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Your hesitance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; LOL! Okay, I admit I'm not very happy because partly I can't get to see you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Don't kaysiao. I know you miss me. Got buy my present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; You talk to me until like that alrd I don't buy can meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Lol. So you're saying I'm blackmailing you luh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Then I ask you one more question can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; You're forever with questions. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; If I give you one more chance go back to Australia for attachment you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Can I ask you a question then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Uh what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; If I give you a bun, you eat already you kena food poisoning. After you recover, I give you one more. You dare to eat or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, I really miss you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;What's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; You cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad if you can't catch the joke. Lol. Urgh, I can't believe I've just typed all the shit. Speaking of unbelievable, it still somehow nudges me that I'm going back home this coming Sun. I'm still left with a fair bit of stuffs left unchecked. Soon enough I'll be messing up with my to-do list and screw things up. Well, hopefully I don't because I can't afford to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just bade farewell to a couple of people who were once an acquaintance but now friends. Time flies. A good four months have passed just like this. I was looking back at my archive and opened up the mail I've sent before I left - I was like, damn, did I really type all the stuffs?! Lol. And now, I'm coming back in less than a week. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report's done. A3's done. Evaluation's out. And there are two more working days to go. If you're talking about motivation, I'd tell you I've got none. Yeah babe, I'm being uberly realistic here but you can't blame me for one very simple reason - I'm not f paid. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a sunburnt. And my shoulders are killing me. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4386611252937515512?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4386611252937515512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4386611252937515512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4386611252937515512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4386611252937515512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-made-my-day-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7850557250313458470</id><published>2010-01-24T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:10:03.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun down, friday night, up on city lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;9 more working days + 1 public holiday + 3 more weekends&lt;br /&gt;= 13 more days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES. Stop hurrying me you homies cause I can't wait too! In another 13 days and I'm back for good! I can't wait to get all the juicy gossips from you guys because I know I missed out a lot! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side, attachment's ending soon (like finally) and I'm left with my last bit of report. But then again, it doesn't mark the end of this torture because A3's a bitch. Damn. I hope photoshop doesn't fail me else I'll be at my wits' end. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see what's gonna happen for the rest of my 13 days here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Jan (Mon): Cotton picking&lt;br /&gt;26 Jan (Tues): Aussie Day; A3.&lt;br /&gt;27 Jan (Wed): Cotton picking&lt;br /&gt;28 Jan (Thurs): Cotton picking&lt;br /&gt;29 Jan (Fri): Cotton picking; Farewell dinner; Report &amp;amp; A3 due.&lt;br /&gt;30 Jan (Sat): Byron&lt;br /&gt;31 Jan (Sun): Byron; Church.&lt;br /&gt;1 Feb (Mon): Cotton picking&lt;br /&gt;2 Feb (Tues): Cotton picking&lt;br /&gt;3 Feb (Wed): Last day of cotton picking&lt;br /&gt;4 Feb (Thurs): Clean up the apartment; Shift out all furnitures&lt;br /&gt;5 Feb (Fri): Down to Brisbane&lt;br /&gt;6 Feb (Sat): Wet &amp;amp; Wild; South Bank.&lt;br /&gt;7 Feb (Sun): The King's return. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that's the tentative schedule but I'm definitely certain there will be last minute plan that has to be inserted somewhere, especially during the last week I assume. For good or for worse, I don't really care anymore because the only day I'm looking forward to is on the 7th. Heh, I may sound a little averse typing all these cause I'm so sick of Aussie already, really. ): Rah-roma-gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS/&lt;/span&gt; Gossip Girl's episode 13 will be released on the 8th of March. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS/&lt;/span&gt; I'm addicted to Keri Hilson's I Like. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPPS/&lt;/span&gt; I don't see the point of having full attendance somehow, and I'm still planning on a day to pon. Bah, should be some time after evaluation definitely. HEHHEH.&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/16959951-7850557250313458470?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7850557250313458470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7850557250313458470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7850557250313458470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7850557250313458470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun-down-friday-night-up-on-city-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5460925508055879600</id><published>2010-01-20T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:06:40.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;若要人不知，除非己莫为。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;有时候做人 ，应该懂得如何安分守己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5460925508055879600?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5460925508055879600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5460925508055879600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5460925508055879600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5460925508055879600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2020055428783013960</id><published>2010-01-15T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:33:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're my empire state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14 more working days + 1 public holiday + 7 more weekends = 22 more days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed it when the three of us just talk practically everything under the sun, apart from the stuffs in shithole. Yes, especially the part about Singapore's food, the different places and the good old memories from secondary school. Speaking of which, I really do miss Henderson. I miss classes we've had in theatrette. All these talks just excite me one way or another. Damn, I hope time will pass doubly fast from now onwards. I miss grands. I miss dad and mom. I miss my sis. I miss the whole lot bunch of "I'm gonna pick you up from airport" friends. I miss clique. I miss all the random supper sessions. I miss the days I can town for 5 days per week. I miss idling at home with air-con blasting in my room. Last but not least, I miss all the hokkiens songs my dad never fails to play on sundays' morning, which serves as an alarm for me and my mom's standard line, "Boy, 这件衣服干净还是肮脏的？！要不要洗？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, without them, I really don't think I'll make it through these whole 5 months (Oh well, not exactly 5 months so to speak). Every little things they did just make me feel at home. No doubt, I've been through a couple of ups-and-downs lately and thank you all who had shown me your utmost concern, especially you bitch! Haha. Yeah, things are all good now and I'm still surviving well, don't worry. Heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I've finally received a proper update from school besides all the spam mails. Damn, I hate this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S1Bf9VUR5vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PI-3_5tuM_E/s1600-h/presentation+OIAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S1Bf9VUR5vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PI-3_5tuM_E/s400/presentation+OIAP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426943058280310514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when my presentation date is later than the rest. I don't like it when I've got 30 minutes because I know 15 minutes would suffice. Lastly, who the f is Dr. Ong?&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/16959951-2020055428783013960?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2020055428783013960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2020055428783013960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2020055428783013960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2020055428783013960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-my-empire-state-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/S1Bf9VUR5vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PI-3_5tuM_E/s72-c/presentation+OIAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4438729105658849695</id><published>2010-01-12T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:01:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST QING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not 12am yet but you know, I still need to work tomorrow, so I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; anymore and I want to be the very very very first one! Heh. Actually, I've recorded a video for you with my wishes and all but I feel so stupid so I've deleted it. HAHAHA. I'm just talking crap out of the 2 minutes and I sounded like some chipmunk. It's alright, because somehow or rather, I've transformed all the talking into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I've said in Fbook, I can't believe you're turning 20 this year! Which thus, on the other hand, reminds me that I'm 20 this year too. I'm feeling regretful, for I have not cherished my past years well doing anything out productive. Oh well, not to mention that I've gotten to know a couple of new friends too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. For this, you can't deny. I can still remember the faces I've seen, the tears I've shed and the hugs I've received when I first departed from Singapore. With another 3 more weeks, I'll be back home. Back to my home, my haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're talking about experiencing the different lifestyle and culture in Aussie, I'll tell you I had experienced enough. It's time for me to get back, fulfilling my "To-be-done-in-2010" list and my plans with the whole bunch of crazy people. And everytime the thought of flying back on 7 Feb just gives me adrenaline rush. Yes, for the final time of this unofficial announcement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I AM FLYING BACK TO SINGAPORE ON THE 7TH FEB 2010,&lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE 12TH FEB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight timing has not been confirmed but the date of flight is, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I could get the rest of the CNY stuffs back in Singapore, just in case my luggage tripped over the weightage limit. Darn, I feel so embarrassed to have had wrapped all the presents in grey plastic bags. LOL. Then again, its the 'content' that counts, not the 'surface'. Never judge a book by its cover eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing the end of Jan soon and I'm still stuck in the middle of report. I should've continued today but somehow I lost the mood to type out all the stupid junks. Yes, I'm getting worried because I've not even started on my A3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, it's time for me to move on to the next phase of my life. What's on my head right now other than taking up a degree course, it's still this. I've just read a few other blogs (which of course, I'm not revealing) and they really caught me in a real life situation. They have taken up something they really like, but somewhere along the way, they lost interest. And they drop out. So now, they're changing something for the better and hope the passion for it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to this, it makes me spend the extra time and effort into thinking about my future studies. I'm determined to take up on something I'm really interested in and achieve something out of it. Thinking back, I've been making a couple of mistakes and no doubt, choosing this course is one of them. Thankfully, I'm able to stick with horticulture for an entire of 6 semester, a good 3 years. And after when I return, I want nothing to do with this line anymore. It's just not what I want or what I'm good in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU's business and SIM's communication studies. My final decisions and my ultimate choices. I'm going full force and making the extra mile for whatever it takes to offer me a position in one of these. In a sober state, as I always am, I'm sure this is what I want and what I desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS/&lt;/span&gt; The comment box has been removed due to some upgrade services which Haloscan wants to me take up. I've declined and thus I'm searching for an alternate comment box. I've refused to install a tagboard because this means anyone could comment without me validating, which includes spams and insults. Meanwhile, no one is able to comment until further notices.&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/16959951-4438729105658849695?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4438729105658849695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4438729105658849695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4438729105658849695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4438729105658849695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-20th-birthday-my-dearest-qing-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5456593250998687998</id><published>2010-01-10T10:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:13:14.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Let's clear the air, once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys will be reading this, so go ahead. Because the pure intention of this entry is to let you guys know how I felt personally. I'll tell you how I feel now - I feel like shit. And why shit? Because I've been a lone ranger since Fraser. Oh, why so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know how much effort, time and energy I took to walk the whole damn compound just to look for you guys? Do you know I've been hugged and kissed by some gay faggots? Do you know I've accidentally stepped on someone else's vomit and I needed to clean it up? Do you know my god-damn phone is in the room but I can't get hold of it? WHY? BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE THE FUCKING KEYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking and walking and walking like an idiot. And where were you guys? Has it ever occurred to you both that I may be searching frantically for you all? You guys just didn't even bother to come look for me. But looking on the bright side, you both still made in time to wish me happy new year. Yes, for that, I thank you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may think I'm super petty or whatever. Go ahead and say what you want. Because it weren't you in my circumstance. Try being alone with all the strangers and you can't find your friends for an approximate hour. How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, you guys went for jogging, without informing me. So yeah, I'm now the super-anti-social-and-refuse-to-mix-with-you-all lad? Tell you guys what. I was about to ask you guys for dinner but where did you all go? Oh, I've no idea, because no one bothers to inform me. Is it very difficult to knock on my door or to exert that little force up your throat just to inform me about anything? You can't blame me for cooking dinner for myself, cause it was dinner time and you both went missing, naturally, I would think you all had gone for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how choked up I feel? Do you know how miserable I feel? Do you really think I'd like to be in such a mess, living with two of my friends whom I jolly well knew yet refused to talk to? I know you guys would think it's my fault of not being able to click. Well, teach me how then. Teach me how to click when I don't even know what you guys are talking about, teach me how to click when you both are talking to yourselves, teach me how to click when no one bothers to tell me anything at all. Teach me how, I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you girl, I really thought we could be best friends, but I doubt so now. Yes, I can tell you everything here because I've got nothing to hide. You want to know the conversation between me and Libin last night? Sure, here goes. I've told her exactly what I've written as above and she wants me to pretend that I didn't tell her anything at all - You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she said both of us are her closest friends, and she didn't want to see us in such a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how heartwrenching this feels? We've come so far together, struggling through all the mess we've been through and the stupid jokes we'd shared. They're like dust in the wind, I couldn't see, couldn't feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've booked my flight earlier back solely because I want to go back earlier, and you guys can enjoy the rest of your time yourselves. I know it's hard for you guys as well to have had face me and struggling to initiate a proper conversation with me. And that's why I guess my departure would do good for you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I want to apologize. I want to apologize for being such an asshole and being not able to talk to you guys properly. I'm running out of stuffs to say and running out of energy to even speak. I'm really sorry for what had happened. Things didn't mean to turn out this way, it just got uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spare yourself 5 minutes - Put yourself in my shoes. Recall what I've been through and how lonely I've felt. Perhaps in this way, you'll know it well, you'll know why I've become like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know what things are going on in the virtual world but you guys can just say whatever you want, I'm really tired of these pretentious acts. Then again, can you guys promise me one thing? Just one little thing.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me we'll stand by each other for the rest of these 27 days. Just these 27 days.&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/16959951-5456593250998687998?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5456593250998687998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5456593250998687998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5456593250998687998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5456593250998687998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-clear-air-once-and-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5267874846764692276</id><published>2010-01-09T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:32:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS GENUINELY HAPPY FOR THE DAY BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I) I've got a pair of listening ears, thanks biatch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(II) I'm halfway through my final report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(III) I'm coming back home on the 7th Feb (Sun) instead of 12th! (:&lt;/span&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;STAY TUNE!&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/16959951-5267874846764692276?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5267874846764692276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5267874846764692276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5267874846764692276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5267874846764692276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-genuinely-happy-for-day-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7806747382148413015</id><published>2010-01-06T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:00:22.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this, is my laptop wallpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 312px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC11899.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause I want to be smiling whenever I see it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16959951-7806747382148413015?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7806747382148413015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7806747382148413015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7806747382148413015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7806747382148413015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-this-is-my-laptop-wallpaper.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6530661203559959990</id><published>2010-01-05T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:21:26.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're sorry not because you did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're sorry because I found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010 everyone. Sad to say, this year didn't kick off well for me. I've suppressed a lot within, I need someone whom I could talk to but there's no one around. I felt so choked up, and attachment made it worse. I have no idea how long more can I hold on. I felt and still feel like a total stranger here. Perhaps this is another reason why I've lost the motivation to draft my list of resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to keep myself happy, at least, is to recall my reminiscent past with those crazy bunch of people who never fail to brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had done enough pretending. I had done enough trying to be like a clown. But then again, can I not? You'll never know how hard is it to live with people you hardly know without common topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, stay strong. You're not living with crescents, clique or your close classmates. There's absolutely no way you can try to blend in to them. Just another 37 more days and you'll be fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; I really miss all of you guys so damn much.&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/16959951-6530661203559959990?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6530661203559959990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6530661203559959990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6530661203559959990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6530661203559959990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-sorry-not-because-you-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2388502817939271777</id><published>2009-12-25T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:26:39.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And during this festive season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with my final report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ate dinner with the house of strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I followed my classmates to feed the goats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My classmate got chided and we were all in a very awkward situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I helped out with the dinner just so the princes and princesses get to eat the food on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept the leftover food in the fridge after everyone leaves the dining table after eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rushed for shower just so that the princes and princesses have enough time to shower and I'm not in their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stuck in my room for more than 12 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like a chambermaid because I have to do things last after the rest, it is a form of respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see all of my close friends away from MSN one by one, leaving the not-closed-ones whom I can't initiate a conversation with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is perhaps a new and unique way of celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to everyone out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2388502817939271777?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2388502817939271777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2388502817939271777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2388502817939271777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2388502817939271777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-during-this-festive-season-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2738843769737184525</id><published>2009-12-12T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:58:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Red light's an indication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 258px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/Mixed_Messages_by_TakeMeToAnotherPl.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to stop and know where you're.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 3rd monthiversary homies&lt;/strong&gt;, with a reluctant smile plastered across my face. Just 2 more months to go, hang on tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in Alstonville. No, not at that loser town at least for now. Jenny brought us back to SL, knowing that we've been suffering in that shithole for quite a while. She was indeed very thoughtful and motherly, for the fact that she'd allowed the three of us to get half-day off on Fri and to walk around the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking into the city, I felt terribly lost. The whole scene seemed so strange to me, like I've forgotten how I used to town before. That acquaintance with the city life begun to overwhelm me with a series of emotions, which I have no idea which word would do the best expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going back to shithole in Jan's a biggest turn-off. Apparently, I'm in my best rejection with the plan of working until 10 Feb. For all I care, I'm gonna fight my way to end my misery latest on 5 Feb. If there's one thing I've learnt from this attachment thus far, it has to be how not to run a nursery without proper management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, after a long hesistant thought, I've decided to save at least AUD500 back to S'pore and spend. Stuffs here aren't really worth the money I'm paying for, and that include the food as well I guess. Burberry failed to excite me. The new series was all in navy blue and the design didn't appeal much to me. Damn! If I can't find the right one here, I'll get it in S'pore. Rah-roma-gaga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas bells are ringing, indicating the festive season is round the corner. Believe it or not, there may be a possibility I'll get started with my final (yes, no longer interim) report on/before Christmas. Gawd, I can't believe there's an A3 poster to be done. Photoshop, I don't think I'm ready for you. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a random basis, I'm stuck to two mandarin songs right now - 知道by郭静 and 难得by黄丽玲 (A-lin). Totally magnificent. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 more days to the last plane ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2738843769737184525?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2738843769737184525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2738843769737184525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2738843769737184525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2738843769737184525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-lights-indication-to-stop-and-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7835888068470984638</id><published>2009-12-09T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:23:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, you seemed familiar, have I met you somewhere before? The entrance of Boiler room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, the encounter of us in my dream wasn't a coincidence, was it? What about the way up from the escalator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, remember the days with braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, why do I keep thinking of you, again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, you've taken a part of me. I felt breathless. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stranger, I think I'm missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye stranger, I think fate is playing with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7835888068470984638?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7835888068470984638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7835888068470984638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7835888068470984638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7835888068470984638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-stranger-hello-stranger-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2061917592090697888</id><published>2009-11-28T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:31:34.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;With friends like these, who needs unicorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 335px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/16155_192285124456_554129456_289324.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this picture brightens up my mood? It's just so sweet for them to leave a vacant space in between just for me! Haha, although it looks a little off but this is what keeps me going. I miss these girls so damn much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been always wanting to blog, or rather to post this picture up, but I'm not just racing against the limited internet usage, but the hell load of things to be done. Speaking of which, I'm not even halfway through my interim report II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread work as usual, especially when that midget gets in my way. I need time to pass faster. I need a liberty from this shithole. 75 more days. I just can't stop counting down. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've been dreaming about the airport, my home, my friends, town and even my local coffeeshop constantly in my dreams for the past few days! This just shows I'm starting to miss home though, but not to the extend of getting homesick still. Aye, pretty soon I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;香怡，之晴，欣宜，维庆，一旦我下飞机我们马上约在咖啡店好吗？&lt;br /&gt;我真的很想念你们。)':&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2061917592090697888?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2061917592090697888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2061917592090697888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2061917592090697888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2061917592090697888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-friends-like-this-who-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-241096577041427846</id><published>2009-11-17T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:10:08.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm dedicating this entry just for you, arsehole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been so peaceful on Thurs, Fri and Mon till you came back today. I can list 1001 reasons why I loathe, hate, despise, and dislike you but I reckon a few would suffice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You're just a fucking trainee, who owns a status just like us, thus you DO NOT have the rights or authority to boss us around. It doesn't matter if you're working in this shithole longer than us, cause I don't give a fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The golf cart in this shithole doesn't belong to anyone's. In other words, it can be used by ANYONE. And when I mentioned 'anyone', I do not mean YOU alone. Get it, you dumb blonde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Having said what was already mentioned in #01, you're supposed to help us out with the shit we're doing. Instead of getting your arse over, you're always seen on the golf cart doing god-knows-what. I'm here to serve my attachment programme, not to clean your fucking shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your tone is fucking annoying. And the sight of you conveying whatever shitty messages out just shortened my life by a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My height serves as a perfect benchmark for short guys. This is to say, any guys who are shorter than me are considered as a midget. Unfortunately, you are one. Oh, I've forgotten, even the Caucasian girls are taller than me so I can roughly guess there's something wrong with your genes. Well, I don't blame you entirely if these 'mutated' genes caused the bossiness in you. The bottomline is very simple - I despise midget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps you've gotten your punishment already - since you were suspended from your driving license for 3 years. Oh, did I mention drunk driving? Tsk tsk, when you drink, don't drive alright, midget? It is definitely not worthy to pay the hefty fine of AUD1000 when your pay can hardly allow you to survive for the month. What's more, it's not nice to let your family know about such an incident. Oh wait, I'm sorry, I meant your father. Cause I've clean forgotten your parents were divorced and you're living with your father, on occassions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I've got to face you for 85 more days approximately. This is a punishment for me as well, for I'd listed so many unsightly facts about you. This calls us quit. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-241096577041427846?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/241096577041427846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=241096577041427846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/241096577041427846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/241096577041427846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-dedicating-this-entry-just-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2216165460477939343</id><published>2009-11-15T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:56:16.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 2ND MONTHIVERSARY HOMIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, 88 more days to gooooooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration over at Italian restaurant was awesome! Finally I get a breakfree from chips (or fries)! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起，最近很忙，所以没有办法update。完蛋，在这样下去跟这些红毛人沟通，我的华语肯定退步的。):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, let's make a quick 3 updates (cause I'm running on limited wireless, f this shit):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been buying a lot and a lot and a lot of stuffs for myself when I should use the money to spend on pressies! URGH! This is uberly sinful. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Besides cooking, eating, washing clothes, surfing net, showering, working and sleeping, my favourite pastime now is to watch all sorts of movies and drama series to kill time! HEH. Can't wait for Gossip Girl's S3E10 now! Damn. Oh anyway, to all Singaporeans out there, please catch New Moon and 2010! &lt;u&gt;PLEASE DO NOT WATCH 500 DAYS OF SUMMER&lt;/u&gt;. I'm warning you all, please trust me. That is the suckiest movie on my DO-NOT-WATCH-LIST. Don't waste your money on that, super not worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just applied for SMU online and will need to sit for SAT test when I'm back! Damn, why can't I seem to get away with the mugging and memorising? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' then, XOXO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2216165460477939343?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2216165460477939343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2216165460477939343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2216165460477939343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2216165460477939343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-belated-2nd-monthiversary-homies.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5884607183919365651</id><published>2009-10-17T06:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:52:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;War with machines, work with barbarians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooooood morning fellow readers! Oh well, I know I haven't been updating frequently partly because I'm lazy and also, busy. Heh. It rhymes eh? Alright, time has passed really very speedily for me because I can still remember what I ate for Mon. Haha! Yes, it shows otherwise I know but I've got poor attention span right now. (Pun totally intended)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I've been to Byron Bay last Sat and it was totally amazing! The beaches are totally fantastic and you can clearly see the offshore towers and cliffs! The lighthouse, the waves, the night life, the bars, the crowds, totally unbelievable! The shops there are more of the beach wear and so you will never miss out Ripcurl, Billabong and stuffs like that. (&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; In case if you're wondering, nope, the beach is not a nude beach, unfortunately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because losers like us didn't have a car, so travelling would be a hassle. And let me share with you guys, the bus fare here is totally ripped off! Depending on where you're travelling to, the most expensive fare I've paid for is&lt;strong&gt; AUD12 (SGD15)&lt;/strong&gt;! No, it isn't a to-and-fro ticket. It's a bloody one way ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the absence of pictures because right now, I've not been taking much of the photos - Yes, I'm totally indulged in enjoying and refused to share with you guys! TEEHEE. Urgh, will do so in &lt;s&gt;the next&lt;/s&gt; future entries alright? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my list right now, I've got 29 gifts to buy back and I've only shopped for 3! No, I've not been buying stuffs for myself because I'm to be blamed. I'm to be blamed for being too skinny that all their shorts/pants/jeans I'm interested in buying DO NOT HAVE SIZE 28/29! Nb! I just realised all their lower-bodied apparrels start wth size 30. This is infuriating! Can't they bring in more stocks just to cater to tourists, and particularly asians like me?! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys who're concerned or still concerned, I've totally (yes, note the word) adapted to their lifestyle right now. Cooking, washing clothes, tidying up and navigating (in my own area) aren't a problem to be now but I'm sick with the repititive routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me what do I miss most now, it would be the Singapore food. The veggies here are of limitations. Broccoli is now part of my life and even tomatoes, the veggie that I didn't like have now been included in my consumption. This is like a game of survival, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else. Oh yar! There are plenty of cheap stuffs here depending on what categories we're talking about. Electronics here are cheap, like iPod, handphones, cameras etc. And of course, most definitely, alcohol. I swear the alcohol here are cheaper than what you can get in S'pore, even if you were to count in duty-free products. I've tried a number of them and they tasted really awesome! The vodka series, VB, Bundaberg, Toohey etc. Hope I won't be like anyone of them. (You know, the beer belly kind. Eew!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my whole damn Clique so much right now that I think of the whole bunch everytime on Fri nights! Urgh. You buggers must be enjoying so much right now I bet! Haha. Of course my cannot-live-without Crescents, hope you all are doing good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xiang, if you're seeing this, make the stage shine on 6 Nov! It's really a pity I can't make it but I know the whole production would be a doped one. I'll catch you on YouTube and hopefully, they can zoom in right to your face for once more. HAHAHA! I'm kidding. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned the time in Alstonville now is 3 hours faster than of S'pore due to daylight saving? Yes, it sucks totally. This made chatting on MSN more of a challenge for me now because whenever I'm online, most of you guys are either at work or offline. And when you guys are back, I'm asleep. Yup, I can confirm it's a survival game now - how to be alone and independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Catch me on Twitter! 118 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5884607183919365651?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5884607183919365651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5884607183919365651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5884607183919365651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5884607183919365651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/10/war-with-machines-work-with-barbarians.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-927326929143924541</id><published>2009-10-01T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:53:54.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;134 MORE DAYS TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH HUIYANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad we can't celebrate together but I know somehow you'll be very entertained. Haha! Enjoy this special day to the fullest and don't miss me too much! Cheers! (;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be heading towards to Sydney sometime soon I guess! I'm getting a little bored with Alstonville, it's just plain, dead. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;500 days of summer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in Ballina and will be going for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;this weekend! Hehheh. The good thing about watching movies in Aussie is, THERE IS NO SEAT ALLOCATION, in other words, it's all &lt;u&gt;FREE SEATING&lt;/u&gt;! Hahaha. I term it as, "You come in first, you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;heng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You come in late, you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk about work because it sucks. The same ol' routine is turning me into a robot. The only 3 periods I'm always looking forward to are break time, lunch time and after work. I can't believe I need to endure this shit for another 134 more days. The worse part of attachment, which is also the main reason why I'm blogging, is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO SUBMIT INTERIM REPORT 1 BY TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spell shit and fuck. How to type out a report when I'm basically doing the same thing all the times? This is just nonsense. Urgh. Time to recall my bombard technique used last semester into this report. Good luck Jasper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from report, I've got new cuts/blisters/wounds/scars all over my hands. They looked so ruggard now that I can't recognised them as my hands anymore. Fuck work. Fuck attachment. Fuck this internship. Lastly, fuck you retards for shirking the responsibilites of YOURS to US by making us to finish up all these shitload work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment didn't do me good. It made me hate plants even more. Especially the thorny Cordyline, to hell you go. Eunice and I have decided to destroy/break/damage/spoil something before we leave this place. I was thinking of the orchid ceramic vases. No, no, or should I just destroy their precious irrigation system pipes? Oh well, I'll decide that in time to come. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing a proper update this weekend to let you guys know the cheap stuffs here which are damn worthy! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy who can't wait to return back to S'pore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-927326929143924541?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/927326929143924541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=927326929143924541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/927326929143924541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/927326929143924541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/10/134-more-days-to-go-will-be-heading.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5667651914741957729</id><published>2009-09-22T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:29:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NewUrbanMale, I'll rip you down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey fellow readers, if you guys want any Havaianas or in the event that you know you'll be going to get, you may PM me via MSN or leave me a mail! Because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1) AUSSIE SELLS IT AT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SGD20 - SGD40&lt;/span&gt; ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;#2) They've got newer and cooler designs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woah, NUM surely have earned a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just bought one pair and will be getting another, soon! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jasper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5667651914741957729?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5667651914741957729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5667651914741957729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5667651914741957729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5667651914741957729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/09/newurbanmale-ill-rip-you-down-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1414295536261400305</id><published>2009-09-19T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:37:01.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cause with you I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship wasn't bad afterall because time passes very fast. It's 9.51pm here and the town is dead. I need my nightlife but apparently those lazy asses (No, I'm not trying to play racism here) are all snoring away already. Fk. So here I am, trying to seek my utmost entertainment from YouTube til' I get tired and probably, fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you people in S'pore now because I know tomorrow's a PUBLIC HOLIDAY! Urgh! How I wish the president of Aussie will convert into a Malay tomorrow and announce a holiday. I dread waking up at 6am to shower. 12 Feb, please come quick. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results' out on Fri and I was just.so.disappointed. That fking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a blemish in the slip and I swear I'll never do anything related to PMgt anymore. But again, I was pretty elated cause Mrs Ng gave me an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Econs! WOOHOO! HortE and WISP were a surprise too! Hehheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, classmates, I'm unable to get you guys on MSN partly because of the clash in timing and I guess all of us are busy with internship. Update me again on MSN soon when you catch me and let me know wat you guys get for PMgt in particular! HAHAHA! Whoever scored higher must give a treat alright! Oh, this applies to Daphne, YiAi, Chao, Sofia and XL! HEHHEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT PROOF HERE. NO WORRIES. I ONLY GOT &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383525478096478050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SrYf5jE0n2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/wKjRY8SpCII/s400/3.1+results.jpg" /&gt;(Click, go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what? First time ever in my life, I spent majority of my cash on shopping, no. Food, partly. Groceries, YES. Vegetables, instant noodles, junkies, juices, dairy products etc. URGH! $300+ is gone I swear. Time to save up and cut down on eating out! Did I mention I had Fisherman/Seafood basket for 3 times in a row? Crap, the sight of french fries just irked me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with Clique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Crescents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss supper with that bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss dinner with classmates and the stupid photo session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss KB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;145 days feel hard to come by. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1414295536261400305?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1414295536261400305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1414295536261400305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1414295536261400305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1414295536261400305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-with-you-i-can-fly-internship.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SrYf5jE0n2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/wKjRY8SpCII/s72-c/3.1+results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-499833938426491663</id><published>2009-09-13T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:34:57.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brisbane Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, a big thank you to everyone who were present at the airport yesterday. I was indeed touched and appreciative with all the concern and encouragement. You know, I really hate airport woes. I was at the verge of breaking down when I saw my Dad teared, for the second time in my whole life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who've had MSN-ed me, thanks a lot, just to update you guys that I'm doing really good over here. The weather is really chilly and it's about 12 degrees celcius in the morning and it can hit as low as 8 to 10 in the night. I regretted not packing in my lip balm because my lips tend to dry and crack very easily after exposing to the environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time here is 2 hours' faster than S'pore, and the worse part is, the sky is pitch black when it's 7pm in Brissy, equivalent to 5pm in S'pore. The three of us are in a mess right now, because we can't tune our body clock into Brissy's adjustments, poor nocturnal creatures, we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every blog entries of mine from now onwards because I might not be updating as often as I wish I could. I'm currently staying over at Jenny's (Bau Farm assistant) workplace for two days and they've got unlimited wireless internet here. On Tues when I'm heading over to Alstonville where I'll be permanently staying til' I return back to S'pore, I'll be having a problem with their internet access for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people/workers here are really welcoming and they were friendly too! The only bad thing was that I've to stay with FOUR DOGS for today and tomorrow. Oh well, I bet Derrick and Eunice are dog-lovers but not for me I'm sure. There were two dogs that looked stern and I thought they might charge at me anytime! Goodness! And they came into my room to sniff my luggages! F! They're giving me this oppressiveness which I shouldn't even be encountering in the first place! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side, I'm really blessed with all the red packets, and thanks so much uncles and aunties for converting them into Aussie dollars! They'll be able to survive me for another 2 months or so. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The itinerary after we arrived at Brisbane was fairly anticipated. We first reached the workplace to settle down and Jenny brought us around to their supermarkets and shops to get our necessities. I was really intrigued by their 'Asian/Chinese Street' where there were many HK stores and shops, IN BRISSY! Can you believe it?! And I had to converse with the lady in Cantonese when we were ordering our breakfast! Jenny was really nice as she treated us breakfast and cooked for us dinner - which is only for today I'm sure. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone said, the things here aren't cheap. For every item that we bought, it's approximately $1 to $2 more expensive compared to S'pore. So people, please feel blessed and fortunate! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to move over to Alstonville partly because I really want to unpack my luggage and settle down, completely. I need to chuck my underwear and clothings somewhere before they start to emit the foul smell from the drawer which I've just placed them in next to my bed. Urgh. I feel so disastrous at the moment for I have no idea how to wash my clothes (besides the use of washing machine)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to how work's gonna be like and most of all, GOLD COAST! Hehheh. Hope weather would be better because I'm starting to feel uncomfortable with their chilling temperature all the times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS/&lt;/strong&gt; Sis, if you happen to see this, please tell Dad and Mom I'm doing good. The people here are very friendly and they made us feel at home. I'll find a chance to webcam with you soon after I settle down over at Alstonville. Also, tell them that my handphone is not in use at the moment so they wouldn't be able to reach me. I'll call back home maybe a day or two after I get to the other side. Tell them I miss them too! And you, please study hard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah, I know what you guys are requesting. I'll upload the whole lot of pictures when I'm free the next time in Fbook alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, take care! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 422px;" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC13023.jpg" width="310" border="3" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the four dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-499833938426491663?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/499833938426491663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=499833938426491663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/499833938426491663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/499833938426491663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/09/brisbane-day-1-first-and-foremost-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5164777592703706025</id><published>2009-09-07T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:41:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A solemn night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was packing my luggage a while ago and I was overwhelmed by a list of emotions. The list of emotions everyone of us has experienced and been through, because every t-shirt of mine tells a story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at two particular t-shirts for moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a red one and an orange one. Both of them reminded me of how youthful and vibrant I once was, during that period of four years plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost, teared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5164777592703706025?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5164777592703706025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5164777592703706025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5164777592703706025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5164777592703706025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/09/solemn-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1497229052351963710</id><published>2009-09-05T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:26:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Havoc night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday at town and it was just so, boring. The only pick-up from this movie was perhaps that gorgeous cheerleader Hayden. Other than that, it was just so-not-worth-it. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner over at Astons for the second consecutive time and hell yeah, we waited for one hour plus for both the queue and food to be served. Nice friday night it has to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bugis and meet up with Bernard, Eric and Tomo. Bernard drove us to eBar and opened up a bottle of Chivas. I swear I didn't like their too friendly patrons as well as staff, because I was forced to play 5-10 for like umpteen times of round and out of which, I lost the majority. We managed to drink only half the bottle and left the rest with the staff. Oh well, after all it was a treat cause Eric paid for it. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3am, we went over to Maxwell for supper and sadly, the four of us didn't manage to finish up two pathetic bowls of porridge. Thanks to the alcohol with the burning sensation. Once we headed into Bernard's car after supper, the three of us were practically knocked out except for Bernard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was the most ridiculous thing he did and we've done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to book a room in Hotel 81 for 2 hours at the price of $50. When the four of us went into the room, there wasn't any further conversation that took place and we were all drowned in slumberland. Thank goodness we all woke up in time else there'll be penalty charges. Oh, did I mention the rich kid paid for all the charges that night? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most wasted night I've had. Woke up at 7.30am and Bernard drove us back home. Slept at 8am and time now is 3.22pm. Great, I feel fking disorientated now. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1497229052351963710?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1497229052351963710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1497229052351963710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1497229052351963710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1497229052351963710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/09/havoc-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-9032571365122206944</id><published>2009-09-02T22:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:30:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A series of very fortunate, blessed events. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, &lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Dad!&lt;/strong&gt; You've been the most awesome Dad around, who didn't fail to call me up telling me that you would pack back dinner for me or even to cook at home! Gosh, I think it's really time to learn independent. No more relying on anyone else, which includes Dad. Anyway, Happy Birthday. No, no more I love you this time round. I'm a grown up boy already. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahhhh, where do I start now? Yes, I'm really lost. This is why daily blogging is good because you won't lost track. Oh well, let's begin with a toast! I'm officially done with exams, tests, mugging, memorising and all the shit-load work. HortE and TFM papers marked my last papers in my whole 3 years in NP. Cool to say I've attempted with great confidence, but this goes to show that everyone has done the same thing, therefore I believe there'll be a drastic moderation done. Damn! No please, for this time! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, how could I forgot to mention the few crazy us actually watched Final Destination 4 right before TFM paper?! Truth to speak, we did. And so the funniest part wasn't about the show, it was everyone of us frantically took out the notes to start recapping right after the show. Talking about the show, I was quite disappointed with the script. The way those people died wasn't as interesting as the one in FD3. Then again, applause for the heroic acts. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TFM paper, we headed down to JustAcia over at Dhoby Exchange where they served free flow of ice cream and beverages. That day was fantastic, because we were no longer tied down by anything, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada Yada, and so time flies. Qing was back from Viet and we caught up with a good supper and a long good chat. Very soon, I'll be away for the whole of 5 months. Damn, I'll definitely miss Singapore, what's more, its cheap local food. Bet I wouldn't find Nasi Lemak and Duck Rice in Aussie. URGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whomever it may concern, I've finally confirmed my flight details. Please spread around alright! Else the usual MSN conversations won't stop. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;FLIGHT DETAILS (QANTAS AIRWAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPARTURE (From Singapore to Brisbane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depart:&lt;/strong&gt; 12 Sept 2009 (Sat), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;0925PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrival:&lt;/strong&gt; 13 Sept 2009 (Sun), &lt;em&gt;0650AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARRIVAL (From Brisbane to Singapore)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depart:&lt;/strong&gt; 12 Feb 2010 (Fri), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;0140PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrival:&lt;/strong&gt; 12 Feb 2010 (Fri), &lt;em&gt;0730PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I've been to TP two days back to run and also to meet up with Qing. Very sadly, my timing came up with 13 minutes plus and I thought it was way too depressing for me. But oh well, perhaps it was that run that actually motivated me and partly also from the encouragements I've received from the dearest ones, I've made through NAPFA test with a silver award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/napfaaaa.png" width="433" height="251" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't just the end of the story yet. I calculated for umpteen times and I knew my score was in the benchmark for the gold award. That was when I referred to the score chart and started to pinpoint out my weakness and inability as to why I couldn't withstand that pain or struggle a little more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At least a C grade performance&lt;/span&gt; in all 6 test items and a total of 21 or more points"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word -&lt;strong&gt; Depressing&lt;/strong&gt;. It was an unexpected surprise for me to learn that what used to be my forte in NAPFA came out the way I least expected it to be and vice versa. SBJ, 2.4, why? And can someone tell me how on earth did I stretch my hand to score 48 for S&amp;amp;R?! This has to be an illusion I thought. Within the few minutes after the S&amp;amp;R station, I kept affirming myself that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I. GOT. 48. FOR. MY. SIT. AND. REACH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我.到.底.是.怎.么.推.到.这.么.远.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes things worse was there was only 4 participants in today's NAPFA, inclusive of me. And so you know, with these finger-can-count number of people AND two testers, it'll be a task for you to start thinking of a way to cheat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes things worse (X100) was one of the participants decided to back out due to the failed score in Pull-Up, and thus I was running with the other 2, who were TRACK &amp;amp; FIELD ATHLETES. Nabeh, tell me how you want me to take pace?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were weals and woes afterall. But glad to declare that I've cleared my NAPFA and what's left now for me is to wait for my departure date. Weewhoo, classmates, have fun with NAPFA. "Start training ugh everyone, don't last minute like me hor!" *evil grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada, OH! I've bought a 16GB iPod Touch for a freaking $498. Uhhuh, I know what you guys are thinking now. I won't tell you it's from my study grant. TEEHEE. That Tap Tap Revenge is making me hooked onto it for hours! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS/&lt;/strong&gt; I'm literally bedridden now and I need a good massage. Aching everywhere isn't a good thing. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS/&lt;/strong&gt; I'm doing out a to-do and to-eat list before I leave Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPPS/&lt;/strong&gt; I'm re-organizing my desktop and laptop. Oh, should I delete all the school stuffs? I reckon I don't need them anymore though. Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPPPS/&lt;/strong&gt; I need to start packing my luggage. Fk.&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/16959951-9032571365122206944?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/9032571365122206944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=9032571365122206944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/9032571365122206944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/9032571365122206944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/09/series-of-very-fortunate-blessed-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7866974677283652352</id><published>2009-08-24T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:07:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOT M.I.C!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I AM A PURE SINGAPOREAN. And now tell me which part of my face looks like I'm from CHINA?! Tmd. I am English educated and YES, I took exams Cambridge, not Republic of China. It's really annoying that I kept hearing, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"你是新加坡人吗？我以为你是中国人"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time and I'll make sure I'll choke the cheena people with all the &lt;em&gt;chiminology &lt;/em&gt;English. Urgh. 去你妈的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Move on. Woke up at 9.30am today and started mugging all the way till 7pm, with intervals in between of course. Being alone can be fabulous at times, cause at least I don't get distracted so easily. Oh, did I mention that I switched off my laptop as well? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less I'm done with HortE and I'm gonna knock that paper down, and not scraping through. Bah, I'm gonna take a quick nap. Those wordy sentences are a hypnosis. Yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7866974677283652352?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7866974677283652352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7866974677283652352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7866974677283652352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7866974677283652352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8293038712271579517</id><published>2009-08-21T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:24:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zero Gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sofia for your encouragement! It was really consoling and I've learnt to take it on my stride! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I continue typing, let me assure you guys that I'm not feeling crestfallen neither am I feeling emo. Next week will mark my last week in NP and I'm really waiting for that excruciatingly. Particularly in this semester, I've learnt a lot and grown a lot, mentally. I've learnt how to make use of opportunities and create opportunities and also to cherish the close ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I've been really dragged down by this semester. I've thought a lot recently when I'm alone, during the night when everyone's asleep. "Why am I pressuring myself so much? Why am I always doing and running that extra mile when I know I'll reap the same results when I don't?", "Is this all worth it?", I really have no idea. A quick glance through my 'Semester 3.1' folder in my laptop has conveyed the whole story to me. I realised I've put in all my time and effort in some of the modules, while I've handed in other slipshod assignments. In the end, the results were more or less the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd enough of this competition. I don't really like the feeling of pressurising and the must-win attitude. It's really a challenge to survive in a class full of strong competitors and when everyone's ahead of you, asking you about things which you've not done or started. And for this last time, the last exams I'm gonna take in NP, I'll just do my best. No more hardcore memorising with the repititive pacing back and forth, no more caffeine intake and no more hair pulling, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“尽力就好，不要逼自己。”&lt;/span&gt;, thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment, I feel a lot lighter. It's like the burden which you've been carrying all along disappears all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a lot more to blog about but I'll do all these in point forms instead (Yes, I'm getting lazy with long sentences!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had TFM practical in NSRCC doing some spot turfing task out at the open field, under the blazing sun. Yes, I've having a burnt now on my face and hands. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunched with the bunch of coolest classmates after TFM prac and was really happy with the lunch, the talk and everything. You know, when things don't involve school work, you'll see the different side of people. Haha! I just learnt it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did a medical check-up some days ago and I feel so violated. Doctors were touching all over my body and I flashed in front of them. LOL! Oh well, it's a procedure so I can't blame anyone though. I always dread medical check-up partly because I'm afraid the doctor would tell me something I didn't want to know and also it's really a waste of time waiting and waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, it didn't take me long to complete the entire procedure. Looking on the bright side, I'm glad everything's fine. All the tests came out negative, except for the fact that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc:&lt;/strong&gt; Jasper, I noticed that your backbone is slightly slanted. This isn't a serious matter so you don't have to feel worry. However, I need you to take note about the daily activities you're doing to prevent your backbone to be slanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have any CCA in school or do you participate in any muscle-straining activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm, I dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I need you to stop dancing for a certain period and try to do more stretching. This will help you to get your backbone straight faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can't dance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Continued)&lt;/span&gt; Proceeded off to blood test and the nurse PLUG.IN.THE.SYRINGE.RIGHT.IN.FRONT.OF.ME.INTO.MY.VEIN. I practically witnessed the whole process and the way he tried to suck my blood out (Okay, I know it sounds wrong) fervently for the blood test. And guess what? My blood wasn't red in colour, its, V.I.O.L.E.T. Damn! It was a huge scare I thought. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a bottle of Heaven&amp;amp;Earth green tea and I won a $50 prize. I didn't know it initially until Xiang told me the '50' stipulated underneath the bottle cap denotes $50! Woah. Guess lady luck is smiling at me, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was supper-ing with Wq and I paid a $5 note for $3.50. When the lady came back with my change, she gave me $6.50. I was totally taken back and so I checked with Wq,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; 你刚才给她多少钱？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wq: &lt;/strong&gt;$10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; 真的吗？她找你多少钱？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wq:&lt;/strong&gt; $4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; 我给她$5, 她找我 $3.50 leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wq:&lt;/strong&gt; Woah! 你最近有很多横财，你要blog leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL! Hannoh! 她请我吃还倒贴我钱leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Aussie application has been settled (I hope so) until the lady gives me a call again. Talking about this, if anyone of your relatives or friends work in Aussie Embassy, I'm sorry but we cannot be friends. I swear those staff working there are an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my (or rather, our) fault for giving the insufficient documents or wrong set of order or whatever shit which you required to approve our F visa. If you need someone to vent your frustration on or blame someone, please do it to NP admin office, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me the F-up face like I've raped your daughter and burned down your house because I didn't. I'm seriously pissed off with your attitude and the way you handle your customers. And if you wish to inform me about any changes or updates, please speak willingly. If not, just grab a dick and choke on it; because your voice sounded worse than the squeak of a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have no idea if you have the intention but to me, I feel that you're looking down on me, or rather the less well-off people as a whole. Thank god you've noticed my change in tone and talked some sense in me, else the next moment would be us sitting down together and talking to the police. Yes, I admit I have the urge to give you one tight slap; partly because you asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're disgracing your own race as well as mine. Time to learn some basic manners and etiquette before you start to serve your customers WITH A GENUINE SMILE, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want another revamp to this blog and perhaps the change in server. Definitely, not now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you for the phone chat and thank you for listening. You never fail to brighten me up! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Gaga VS Madonna VS Pitbull - You Know I Want Love Celebration,&lt;/em&gt; WOAHHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8293038712271579517?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8293038712271579517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8293038712271579517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8293038712271579517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8293038712271579517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/08/zero-gravity-thanks-sofia-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2428866302638139493</id><published>2009-08-13T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:14:31.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F Fed-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/frustrated.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEH. I'm not gonna care who the fuck is gonna read this, but I'm just gonna vent my frustration here. I'm seriously, extremely, tremendously, officially fed-up. I can list 1001 reasons why do I feel so and I'm certainly this list will never go exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#01&lt;/span&gt; FUCK FYP PRESENTATION.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm done my best and I don't give a care if I get a C or a D. I just don't wanna fail and repeat this fuck-up piece of shit. Yes you're a doctor, but that doesn't mean I have to/I will/I must be a doctor as well. And now I've to finish up the shitty final report where the mere mention would just ruffle my feathers. I admit I have no idea what you're saying, neither am I interested in what's going on. Once the final report is in the pigeon hole and I'm gonna bid an eternal farewell to this sickening shit with my middle finger. Good riddance. Fuck FYP and screw GPA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#02&lt;/span&gt; FUCK NP ADMIN OFFICE.&lt;/strong&gt; All of a sudden, I feel like a total loser who'd applied for OIAP, thanks to the initial overwhelming excitement of the mention, "AUSSIE". I ALWAYS thought school would take care of all the admin work and application of all the necessities, but who knows, it was all so damn fucking last minute for me (and my classmates as well) to learn that we've to do it ALL OUR OWN. Air ticket, visa application, check-up, forms after forms. Why couldn't the office inform us IN ADVANCED when he/she already knew that we'd to do it all on our own?! Why must it all come at once when exam period is nearing? If we needed to do all of these on our own, then what has the office been doing for the past few months?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, other than informing your students who have yet to pay the outstanding school fees, I think the office should start improving on its system and do something more constructive. Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#03&lt;/span&gt; FUCK PMGT&lt;/strong&gt;, from the start to the end. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*(). Figure it out yourself. Shitty project 2, made everyone chui and go gaga for nothing. Nb. And thank you PMgt, who'd made me landed into this state, wandering around like a lost soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I HAVE NOT LEARNT PID QUIZ FOR TOMORROW AND I NEED TO GO DOWN TO THE FUCKING AUSTRALIA EMBASSY TO SETTLE MY VISA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I really bring all these upon myself. I should've just leave my itchy hands alone. URGH. Time to screw myself. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go count how many FUCK I've typed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the last time, Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2428866302638139493?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2428866302638139493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2428866302638139493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2428866302638139493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2428866302638139493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-fed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7234445309068128631</id><published>2009-08-10T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:38:50.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 44th, Singapore (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit I'm trying to be patriotic, because all these while, I hadn't been a great fan of Singapore. Oh well, I'm not saying I dislike my own country. The habit is just, not part of me, thats all. Alright, moving on, I witnessed the fireworks at the outskirt of Esplanade, nearer to Marina. Damn, I swear the crowd was packed and everyone was busy holding up their cameras when the fireworks go, let alone all the sounds and noises of different pitches and frequencies made by my kind, the act-patriotic-only groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been eating and eating and eating the entire day which made me so bloated now. Damn! I think I really need to sleep early rather than Youtubing. F. I need a healthy lifestyle. Someone lead me along please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? Why didn't you tell me personally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I have to hear this from someone else's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought you said we were best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I treated you as one, but did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really upset, not with you, but with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm disappointed, not with you, but with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm really a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because all along, the 'best friends' you've mentioned was just a form of cliche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cliche that would set everything on track, and put everything at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me beg you, for the first and last time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you drop this pretence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had enough, lets not be best friends anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of all these shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a human, I have feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7234445309068128631?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7234445309068128631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7234445309068128631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7234445309068128631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7234445309068128631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-singapore-yes-i-admit-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1223732002391248488</id><published>2009-08-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:31:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sugar, we're going DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 274px" border="0" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/smiley.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the smiley has spoken all my hearfelt thoughts. Well, I've purposely chosen this picture from google because of the smile. Yes, it's not yet to the peak of a total laidback smile but I'm undergoing such incoming happiness now, after the long-term emotional and stress torment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LPM test was really great I would say. Things that I mugged on and memorized came out, but there were some of the exceptional questions which I didn't expect, or rather didn't even think Kan would set such questions, came out. At least I scraped my way through, who cares? I'm hoping for a 45/50, with my fingers crossing tight. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMgt test was &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*(). The symbols speak a thousand words. I. Totally. Screwed. Up. The. Entire. Test. Paper. And. I'm. So. Gonna. Flunk. What made things worse is that this is actually a direct 30% into the final assessment grade. Confirm &lt;em&gt;chui&lt;/em&gt; until &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*(). Oh, Dhanen, please don't post up the marks in MeL nor give us back the papers. I really dread this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PID test was a sure pass paper. Eh, first time I've ever felt MCQs were easy! Uhhuh. I'm rather confident in getting a pass with 25/50, which constitutes a 7.5% into the total assessment grade. So if nothing goes wrong and my calculations were right, an &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; for PID shouldn't be a problem! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best gift I've received today was the LD3 presentation actually did captivate one of the external judges! You know, after all the comments and the Q&amp;amp;A session, I felt rather down with my inability to answer the dumb-f questions and the 10 minutes limitation really pushed me too hard, given the number of slides and the information I wanted to present. Duh, whatever, I'm really really (x1,000,000) it's over! No more late lessons on Fri morning, no more waiting like an idiot for Freddie to crit with him, no more talking and analysing, it's ALL OVER! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, FYP will be the greatest headache I'll be having. Besides that, the pasting and labeling of weeds will kill my brain. URGH! I can't wait to travel to Brisbane, I want to get a new life. I want to get my air ticket asap! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, go and watch &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt; people! (&lt;strong&gt;PS/&lt;/strong&gt; Don't think it's just cartoon cartoon, this film has indeed moved me to tears. (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1223732002391248488?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1223732002391248488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1223732002391248488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1223732002391248488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1223732002391248488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar-were-going-down-perhaps-smiley.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8717534624108680888</id><published>2009-08-02T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:53:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1000th ENTRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah woah woah! Little did I expect after so long, this will be my 1000th entry! Gosh, I would say time flies in a wink. Oh well, I'm sorry for being hiatus since the last entry cause as usual, I'm totally tied down by datelines and all the nonsense reports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 399px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/FILE146.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, I've a list of people to thank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people who remembered 27th July,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you people who gave me your well-wishing through SMS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you people who were reminded by Fbook (Yes, I know you cheaters! Haha) and gave me your wishing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you people who'd phoned me up and wished me verbally, Yes, especially you KK! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you people, for all the presents,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sis for the nice little cookie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you people for everything little things you guys have done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I've got three special groups of people to thank,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Clique,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sm, May, Hy, Sq and Shawn (Eh! I put your name in alright!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the wonderful NYNY dinner and the candy floss war. Of course, I do really like the wallet a lot! Recalling the MSN conference we had, I just couldn't stop smiling. "Where got people ask what present I want one!", Haha! You guys just made me felt so loved. Really thanks a lot! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Crescent,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xiang, Wq, Xy and QING! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAH NB! Thanks for the super nice surprise uh! Haha. You buggers acutally cahooted with my sis and gave me the sudden attack while I was still mugging. Then again, it was really a sweet one. Love the cake, love the way you guys actually planned this and everything! The ones whom I grew up with, the one whom I cherished the most, you guys are the little pieces which made me today. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Classmates,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daphne, Yi Ai, Sofia, Chao Yi, YQ and Krystal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you all for the treat @ Beauty World, I mean the DimSum treat to be exact! Haha. Damn, the taste of the Xiao Long Bao feels so nostalgic! When are we going back there again?! Lol! Especially Sofia and Chao Yi, thanks a lot for the &lt;em&gt;super-unglam-yet-so-memorable&lt;/em&gt; photo frame! Yes, I'll definitely remember my days in HLM! Haha. Not forgetting to meet up more often before I leave for the good 5 months plus alright! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really wish I won't abandon this space right now but I think I'll be. LPM on Tues, PMgt on Wed and PID quiz and test on Fri, &lt;em&gt;where got time to mug leh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, strive on, just another 3 weeks to go and you'll be freed. Yes, I'm going to put in my fullest effort and energy in this final semester of study. I'm going to ace this semester, watch me. (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8717534624108680888?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8717534624108680888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8717534624108680888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8717534624108680888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8717534624108680888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/08/1000th-entry-woah-woah-woah-little-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4117193851877430454</id><published>2009-07-19T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:52:11.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll google your Yahoo and youtube myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random facts and I'm tucking in for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush rush rush projects! July's coming to an end and I'm calling for a celebration!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green apple juice with lemon is really awakening. Woah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm dying my hair black after a long hesitation. I need to be a good boy before birthday comes. Urgh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had prawning with clique last night at HaiBin. Awesome treat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just had an advanced birthday dinner with Xy @ Xinwang TW Cafe. Thank you very the much! And oh, thanks Jiahao! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just burnt a hole in my pocket with the unnecessary expenses. Money come rolling in please! ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My command of English is getting from bad to worse, all thanks to the bestest classmates who kept translating words anyhow-ly. Now, I'm really stuck with LPM report partly because I lost the ability of phrasing my sentences in proper English and I've the urge to type everything in Chinese. Everyone! Communicate with me in English from now on! Hahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4117193851877430454?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4117193851877430454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4117193851877430454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4117193851877430454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4117193851877430454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-google-your-yahoo-and-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5351416639251877137</id><published>2009-07-16T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:01:54.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道你还是爱着我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;虽然分开的理由我们都已接受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你知道我会有多难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;所以即使到最后还微笑着要我加油&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道你还放不下我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;才会在离开时闭着眼没有回头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;答应你我会好好过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不让这些眼泪白流&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5351416639251877137?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5351416639251877137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5351416639251877137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5351416639251877137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5351416639251877137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8212051240806304937</id><published>2009-07-13T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:11:38.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;July sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mallick's Tomato Report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LPM Report (30-page)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYP Report + PPT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PMgt Report (10-page)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WISP Assignment 3 (Personal Reflection)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Econs NUM Report (1000 words)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TFM 20 Weeds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang has found a buyer for the long-put-to-collect-dust guitar at my house which turned out to be her classmate. So yeah, another $75 in my pocket. Teehee. Also, I'm really really really really really glad that next week would be the end of FYP measurements taking and I can finally take a short breather. This week would be a light-packed week I reckon as there's no school on Wed and Thurs! Speaking of which, I might most probably be crashing NYP on Thurs to look for SQ and that bitch. Haha! (Oh well, I have no idea if he sees this but, yar bitch, hello! Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most all of, I can't wait for Fri to prawn with Clique! TEEHEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8212051240806304937?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8212051240806304937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8212051240806304937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8212051240806304937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8212051240806304937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8263392177035636036</id><published>2009-07-09T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:58:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My life is now totally screwed up with your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must you appear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8263392177035636036?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8263392177035636036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8263392177035636036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8263392177035636036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8263392177035636036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-is-now-totally-screwed-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5375185919856175097</id><published>2009-07-05T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:41:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, life has been really exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, to me, is extremely fulfilling whenever there's a hangout with clique to end off the mundane weekdays. Speaking of which, the whole bunch of us gathered over at Hy's house, no, I meant mansion to chill out and catch up. What really caught my attention was the extended balcony with such a lovely concept design AND A JACUZZI! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, if I were to do the same thing, I believe some HDB personnel will come and issue me a fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be updating more to this entry at a later point of time because I'm gonna be a good Sunday kid today over at HOG. Haha! Yes, let's welcome me as a visitor. Oh, very randomly, I passed TXP quiz with a mere score of 25/50. And I think next week will be a doom week for me, I really don't wish to see HortE paper. URGH! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5375185919856175097?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5375185919856175097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5375185919856175097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5375185919856175097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5375185919856175097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-life-has-been-really-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4859949418234608768</id><published>2009-06-28T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:06:08.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bon voyage Qing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Qing will be leaving for Vietnam tomorrow afternoon. More or less, I foresee these two months would be torturous for me without her presence. Oh well, like I've said to her, without her presence, I might be able to put in more time and effort in studies! Haha. Yes, I would regard her as a partial distraction. Lol. But the sad thing is she won't be able to make it on my birthday, urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's okay, it's alright, because I will survive through until she comes back. On the other hand, I do feel excited for her comeback because first of all, I'll get my present (and don't you dare to forget!) and also, it declares the end of semester! Woah, life can be very exciting isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to send her off, my bloody timetable just wouldn't cooperate, doubly urgh. Oh well, 2 months will pass by at the snap of fingers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得要好好的照顾你自己，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;饿的时候记得吃，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;渴的时候记得喝，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;累得时候记得睡，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;脏的时候记得冲，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;精神的时候记得做PROJECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;哈哈！一路顺风！我会想你的！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;保持联络。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们８月２７日见！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best wishes, yo! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4859949418234608768?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4859949418234608768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4859949418234608768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4859949418234608768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4859949418234608768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/06/bon-voyage-qing-and-so-qing-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1785869520733400245</id><published>2009-06-23T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:18:09.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我很累&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我不想开学&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我不想读书&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我不想考试&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我不想做功课&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我不想回学校&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;因为我真的很累&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)':&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1785869520733400245?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1785869520733400245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1785869520733400245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey fellow readers, guess I won't be able to update this space as often as I wish to, so do catch my short updates through Twitter! Yes, I'll be updating Twitter very often, erm, like every half an hour? Haha! Yes. I'm kinda addicted to it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I haven't really activated my phone via SMS to twitter, but soon, I will. Yes, favourite this link up cause you might want to catch all my latest newssssssss and oh well, my dirty little secrets! HEH! Nah, kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/modernstatement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3233529421953774167?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3233529421953774167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3233529421953774167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3233529421953774167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3233529421953774167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter-twitter-hey-fellow-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4133758702270063893</id><published>2009-06-18T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:58:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life would suck with&lt;s&gt;out&lt;/s&gt; you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I've got a total of 10 projects on hand and they're really killing me, both physically and mentally. Besides, there's this FYP which requires my constant attention just to ensure those sickening plants grow well and survive under the changing weathers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That totally explained why I've been lagging in the recent updates and I'm totally apologetic if I've not/late in replied/replying your sms/return your call/message on MSN. This intense period is soon to push me off cliff. Let's not talk about term break, because it's not considered a break for me. I would term it as an off-peak period for projects completion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been sleeping well and I've been looking at my scheduler time after time. The moment I recognize my handwriting in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; (which denotes urgent), the more I feel like screwing myself. I understand everyone's going through the same phase as I'm now but hey, 10 projects aren't a kid thang. I've barely completed one-third of them and I'm still working on them so long time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be greatly appreciated if anyone would be understanding enough but if you really can't, just fuck off, and I mean it. Don't pass cynical remarks like you know what I've been through because apparently you're NOT. So yeah, fuck off. I don't deserve all these shit from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, if there's this urge for you to badmouth else you'll feel as though someone's ripping you apart, then feel free to spread whatever rumours you can fabricate and whatever nonsense that sounded logical enough to push me down the pit, simply because &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE NO TIME TO GIVE A FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come so far together and there isn't a word of encouragement nor a tinge of comfort you've given me. I'm utterly disappointed. No, not in you, in myself, for I'd trusted you and confided so many things in you. If this is how you treat me as your friend, let me tell you one thing - I'm all ready to call this friendship off, not because I deserve this from you, it's because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you simply don't understand the definition of friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said my piece, and let me just re-emphasize one thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I wanted this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4133758702270063893?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4133758702270063893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4133758702270063893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4133758702270063893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4133758702270063893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-would-suck-with-out-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2200857958732773787</id><published>2009-06-10T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:59:14.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello readers, I'm back, for good I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to share my very shitty experience with you all. I have not been sleeping good for the past two weeks, partly due to MST and also my short-term memory has relapsed again. Everytime I finished mugging one lecture and proceed on to the subsequent, I'll tend to forget some of the stuffs in the previous lecture. Tell me how sickening this can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the alarm that goes off at 6am in the morning. I hate hearing the same alarm ringtone that made me feel so reluctant to get off from my bed. I hate taking the morning bus rides where the air-cons are blasting like nobody's business. I hate sitting at Atrium looking at those notes like an idiot. But oh well, I'm glad it's all over, as for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to be very frank, I screwed up HortE and PID. Whatever it is, I'm all ready to accept whatever marks that are going to be back after term break. I reaped what I sown, isn't it? TXP and PID were never my forte I would say. I think other than me, no one else would fail even for a retest (I'm referring to semester 1.1). Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting academic issues aside, I think I've somehow lost touch with the outside world, so let me just highlight on some stuffs here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 20TH BIRTHDAY KOH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh uh koh, don't be sad to have your birthday falls on HortE paper alright! Scar-ly Mallick know your birthday then give you A leh? Haha! Anyway, look forward to tomorrow's dinner and all the best in your studies! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LEOW XIANGYI. YES YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very randomly, I'm very glad to see your new lift is finally in operation and somehow the absence of the barriers made me feel a little, weird though. HAHA! It has been almost 1 month plus since I last saw you, you know! Anyway, see you tomorrow too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read the following nonsensical/illogical/stupid/whatever word you want to insert here story, proudly scripted by Daphne, Yi Ai, Chao Yi, Sofia and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Once upon a time, there was a princess who fell asleep, she was in the toilet when she fell asleep. Someone walk into the toilet suddenly. Then she screamed 'Ah!!!'. Then she shouted 'Help!!!'. Then a blackie prince appear, the blackie asked her, "You've got a sanitary pad? I need Laurier one, I want night, got wing one" She said, "No. I've got carefree one... with 4 stroke engine" Blackie ask why with the engine? Engine to keep the blood within the pad so won't flow out. So can I have a extra large one? Suddenly, blackie said he wanted a 16 stroke engine one, because he wants to keep the blood for remembrance. And also, can pray to SSSSSS that I have at home. Princess then suggested him to get a 24 stroke engine ones which can be run by solar panel, save environment! =) Then princess went to ask her father, the King of suppliers contact so can get the best and more useful -stroke- engine.. =D But the father said, I only left with 100 stroke engine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Extracted entirely from handwritten essay with no amendments made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, apparently, the five of us were laughing like mad at this screwed up story. I still remembered vividly how I once played this 'essay game' with Hy, Sm and some others when we were still in sec 4. Chances of completing the essay are that we would definitely end up with a sicko/perverted/sexual essay. Come to the think of it, it can be rather nostalgic though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss clubbing and chilling out. Yes, I miss my clique damn fugging much. It seemed like school is tearing me apart. Four-letter word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My June and July's schedule are almost packed. Packed, with no freedom, with no chances of turning in for the night early, with no escape from the damn modules and with more pimple outbreak and deeper eyebags. Four-letter word, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality whispered into my ear, telling me that I've got 10 assignments to hand in when term break ends. Year 3 is really a &lt;s&gt;four-letter word&lt;/s&gt; fucked up year and how I hope graduation day is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS/&lt;/strong&gt; I know it's getting wordy and I think I'll end here. No pictures cause I haven't been bringing my camera along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROJECTSTUTORIALREPORTSCANKISSMYARSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2200857958732773787?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2200857958732773787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2200857958732773787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2200857958732773787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2200857958732773787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-readers-im-back-for-good-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6009566859982055330</id><published>2009-06-07T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:29:02.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JASPER, I BEG YOU TO STUDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE LA PLEASE, STUDY PLEASE! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally chui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-6009566859982055330?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6009566859982055330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6009566859982055330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6009566859982055330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6009566859982055330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/06/jasper-i-beg-you-to-study-please-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2674013854032561727</id><published>2009-06-01T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:45:23.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Intense period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Econs presentation on NewUrbanMale was awesome. I managed to present with the flow of slides but I bombarded my way through the Q&amp;amp;A session. Thanks to Derrick with his zomg english which made all his sentences sounded so coherent even it isn't so. Lol! No, I'm not saying his answers didn't make sense, just that I feel like an idiot compared to him (Which is a good thing I would say!) However, Mrs Ng really made my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Ng:&lt;/strong&gt; Jasper, can I talk to you outside for a while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasper:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes Mrs Ng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Ng:&lt;/strong&gt; Can I have a copy of your presentation today in softcopy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasper:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, the softcopy isn't with me but I can send it to you if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Here comes the climax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Jasper, I would say your group presentation today is the best and I will use your presentation as a benchmark for either A or A+"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;HAPPY LIKE SIAOOOOOOOOOOO UGH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be even more elated, I'm really surprised to see all my seeds for FYP have germinated and they grew really well! Babies, don't fail me in time to come please. I really can't afford to re-grow everything again. Double pwned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is often shortlived. I agree. Because next Mon would be MST week and I haven't really started on anything yet. Jasper, time to kick some arse and score well for MST. I'm in deep shit for HortE for the fact that with the exception of machines (which I don't really give a damn), I know nothing else. Darn. To make things worse, I didn't print out the notes. URGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS/&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I'll be going for a short hiatus and probably be back by the end of next week of maybe earlier. Check back this space soon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2674013854032561727?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2674013854032561727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2674013854032561727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2674013854032561727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2674013854032561727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/06/intense-period-todays-econs.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-571736440241971935</id><published>2009-05-30T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:12:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;黄丽玲 - P.S.我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lJRQlJutRC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lJRQlJutRC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想要成为你的眼&lt;br /&gt;把最美的风景输进你的心中&lt;br /&gt;我想要成为你的手&lt;br /&gt;好让我从现在到以后&lt;br /&gt;占有你温柔一刻不放过&lt;br /&gt;恨不得把明天没收&lt;br /&gt;让你永远不会变动&lt;br /&gt;专注的爱着我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱你没有保留&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱你就到最后&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有些人值得等候&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有些悲伤值得忍受&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱你不许冲动&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;生命尽头反正以成空&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;需要你记得我们那么爱过&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要听你熟记笑容&lt;br /&gt;怕未来快乐变得贵重&lt;br /&gt;要是少了我你有多寂寞&lt;br /&gt;恨不得把明天没收&lt;br /&gt;让你永远不会变动&lt;br /&gt;专注的爱着我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱你没有保留&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱你就到最后&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有些人值得等候&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有些悲伤值得忍受&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱你不许冲动&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;生命尽头反正以成空&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;需要你记得我们那么爱过&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太阳不会放弃天空&lt;br /&gt;哪怕你不在属于我&lt;br /&gt;我会在不同的窗口给你拥抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忘不掉你第一次吻我 &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/16959951-571736440241971935?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/571736440241971935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=571736440241971935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/571736440241971935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/571736440241971935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1826396427640473396</id><published>2009-05-25T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:13:50.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Losing my grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DATELINES MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, set that aside, I just got back my Econs quiz and glad to say I scored full marks. Seeing Econs project is on the progress also made me feel sort of, relieved, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a MSN conference with clique now to discuss Dajie's birthday. I swear this conversation is giving me stomach cramps - especially with the presence of Shawn. May, are you excited? Because I'm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. Back to mugging. Welcome eyebags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1826396427640473396?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1826396427640473396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1826396427640473396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1826396427640473396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1826396427640473396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/losing-my-grip-datelines-make-me-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4704142325701397642</id><published>2009-05-24T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:54:01.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGS REPLIED EARTHLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for the uber late replies, was really busy earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta mug for practical already. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4704142325701397642?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4704142325701397642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4704142325701397642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4704142325701397642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4704142325701397642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/tags-replied-earthlings-sorry-for-uber.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3020720555149812452</id><published>2009-05-24T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:53:17.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So Jasper, what assignments do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You may skip this entry because what I'm going to type serves as a reminder to myself. Oh well, if you ain't my classmates I meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1) WISP Heroes Online Assignment (by 24/05)&lt;br /&gt;2) WISP Morning Insight - Gay issues in Singapore (by 29/05)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Econs Project - NewUrbanMale (by 01/06)&lt;br /&gt;4) LD3 Presentation (by 29/05)&lt;br /&gt;5) LWS6 Practical Exam + Oral Exam (on 27/05)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6) Mug for PID Quiz 3 - Plant list #41-#70 (by 29/05)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Mug for LPMgt MST - Lecture 1-3 (by 09/06)&lt;br /&gt;8) TMgt Project - 20 Weeds (by July)&lt;br /&gt;9) PMgt Project - Microsoft Project (by July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this, I still have the weekly HortE tutorial and the torturous&lt;em&gt; what-shall-we-do-next&lt;/em&gt; FYP nightmare. 我很忙，而且我忙得很不开心。):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3020720555149812452?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3020720555149812452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3020720555149812452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3020720555149812452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3020720555149812452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-jasper-what-assignments-do-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5540348240000397890</id><published>2009-05-21T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:58:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AUNTY LUCY UP ON NEWSPAPER!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 440px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12369.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always been an entertainer to my two dearest classmates, but I think ever since my fever recovered, Aunty Lucy would be someone there to entertain me, even for just that 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to catch Paris &amp;amp; Milan on Channel 8 at 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不可以啦~！很 embarrassing leh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5540348240000397890?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5540348240000397890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5540348240000397890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5540348240000397890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5540348240000397890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunty-lucy-up-on-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-2161154030723089587</id><published>2009-05-18T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:40:00.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 54th, Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know some of you guys must have gone, '&lt;strong&gt;Woah!&lt;/strong&gt;' seeing the number. Let me tell you a little secret, I didn't know my Mom's 54 today until she said so. Well, my family had a mini celebration because she had work til' 8.30pm just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 314px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12355.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pardon for all the &lt;u&gt;unglam/chui/cmi&lt;/u&gt; features.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you won't have the habit of looking good at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, not for &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just gave me a little angbao which I thought was really sweet. Anyway, to be a big spoiler, I can't imagine I have school from tomorrow at 9am to 7pm without an interval break. Not at all. One lecture from 9am to 11am, one tutorial from 11pm to 12pm, one practical discussion from 12pm to 3pm, another lecture from 3pm to 5pm and a seminar talk from 5pm to 7pm. Holy &lt;em&gt;whatever-you-insert-here&lt;/em&gt;, I think I'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. I've asked Dad to packet home for me by then. That's why I said Tuesday blues. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-2161154030723089587?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2161154030723089587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=2161154030723089587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2161154030723089587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/2161154030723089587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-54th-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3176149552719621338</id><published>2009-05-14T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:53:39.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;38.8 degree celcius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Go sleep early!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never in my life have I felt so threatened by my Dad's speech, but this time round, I do feel the tinge of seriousness in his speech. Believe it or not, I have been sleeping at 10pm sharp for the past two days. No, my fever hasn't recover, and that splitting headache is really killing me. The moment I tried to lift my head from my pillow, that immediate ache just overwhelmed me which caused me to be bedridden, and that feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for your concern and I'm really trying my very best to get well soon. I feel really bad to have left FYP alone to Eunice to juggle all alone. But given my situation, I might probably pass out in the shadehouse for god knows why. Worse, I have not touched on Econs yet and the quiz is on Mon. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that goes in my mouth now tastes awfully plain and I really really really to the power of 100 detest porridge. No more porridge for now, please. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've undergone the worst period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, I beg you to get well soon. It's really the wrong time to fall sick now. There's a lot of stuffs pending for you to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, heal me please. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3176149552719621338?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3176149552719621338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3176149552719621338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3176149552719621338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3176149552719621338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/38.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-8936853527416636529</id><published>2009-05-13T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:17:06.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我生病了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这几晚都没有好好的睡觉，我都在熬夜。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;也许是因为水喝的不够多，终于熬出病来了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;发烧的感觉真的很痛苦，时冷时热。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;现在的时间是凌晨3:11分。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;啊，算了，我想我现在肯定是在语无伦次。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;明天早上9点的课，可是我一点都睡不着。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;为什么人家生病时总是没有胃口，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;但我生病时就是那么他妈的饿！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-8936853527416636529?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8936853527416636529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=8936853527416636529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8936853527416636529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/8936853527416636529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/311-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3332009939121172723</id><published>2009-05-10T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:01:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Take a breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. It's weekends finally and I managed to catch a breather. Not forgetting, blessed to all the wonderful mothers out there, Happy Mothers' Day. Sigh, I was supposed to be at my cousin's house this morning for Mothers' Day celebration but I have to forgo this for my assignments. Tons of assignments, it's like a compilation of work from Yr1 to Yr3. I'm not being exaggerating, it's true. Just alone FYP made me feel suffocated. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've practically no time for anything, let alone shopping and watching movies. Sometimes, I've to dine and work at the same time, tell me how pathetic can I be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, some random pictures to end off again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 332px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12258.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 355px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12259.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my long sought-after camera bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 452px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12261.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYP is really a loser&lt;/strong&gt;, and I do mean it with a capital L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3332009939121172723?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3332009939121172723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3332009939121172723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3332009939121172723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3332009939121172723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-breather-yes-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5582508491019679487</id><published>2009-05-05T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:20:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jasper, your temperature is 36.2 degree celcius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! I think it's my first time ever have I gotten such a low temperature, for the fact that my temperature always fall in the range between 36.5 to 37.2. But it's a relief that everyone is safe and sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if other polytechnics are the same, but apparently NP is kicking a big arse about swine flu. "You must take temperature before coming to the first lesson of the day", "Please take your temperature twice, one for A.M. and one P.M."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing tutorial so I won't be talking much. Here goes some random pictures to end off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 465px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/017.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CePAS, damn those old faces. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 344px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/019.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid in MegaBites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 342px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/030-1.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some random speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 328px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/028.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Leslie has given me an effing sick website which is still etched to my mind now. Tan loves the, "&lt;em&gt;You spin my head right round right round..&lt;/em&gt;", HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5582508491019679487?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5582508491019679487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5582508491019679487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5582508491019679487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5582508491019679487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/jasper-your-temperature-is-36.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3389612426531472383</id><published>2009-05-04T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:17:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Models-wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 330px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/011.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays don't seem to blue for me, however, Tuesdays do. Econs quiz is coming up and I think its time to kick some arse to start mugging. I need to start doing research for WISP too. Damn, the blood-flowing period is on its way, damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I bent my EZ-link card and it looks a little distorted now. Thank goodness I'm receiving my CePAS tomorrow! Oh well, it's just a newer version of current EZ-link but the layout seemed cooler though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow too, I've handed in project introduction and literature review to Chitra. Yes, that denotes the next phase of FYP horror. Damn, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3389612426531472383?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3389612426531472383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3389612426531472383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3389612426531472383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3389612426531472383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/models-wannabe-mondays-dont-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6730794530873885339</id><published>2009-05-03T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:33:33.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;为什么人总是这么的自私?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of taking initiatives doing this and that.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of constantly reminding people about this and that.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of giving while those arseholes just take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of hearing, "So how?" which seemed like I'm supposed to think of an idea.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of planning and organizing.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of being blamed for NOT doing something as though I'm the only visible human on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of begging people for a favour when they knew they have the capability to uphold the task.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of calling and messaging as though I'm the survivor on earth who has a handphone.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of contributing ideas while those arseholes give me the fucked-up-idk-look.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of selfish arseholes who just sit on the fence and waiting to be fed.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of taking that extra mile to start messaging people to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of all these dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't owe you arseholes a living. Stop being a parasite. Start living for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我累了.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS/&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I'm not.&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/16959951-6730794530873885339?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6730794530873885339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6730794530873885339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6730794530873885339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6730794530873885339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6612482995750569238</id><published>2009-04-30T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:45:15.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, you heard me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 306px;" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12190.jpg" border="3" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school once again. I don't call this a truant because I highly doubt people like me would attend school for just an hour of landscape design tutorial which is worse than bible study. I'm making sense here, didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not utilising my time constructively on FYP simply because I'm losing interest in whatever I'm doing. Damn, I know this shouldn't be the way but I just can't help it. I'm calling a breakfree tonight, to St James. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-6612482995750569238?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6612482995750569238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6612482995750569238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6612482995750569238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6612482995750569238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-you-heard-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1910612543775322876</id><published>2009-04-26T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:01:01.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You make me feel like a kid in a candy store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, to start off, I must admit that the title of this entry is true, and the '&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;' represents Imeem. I was listening to a particular song on Imeem this afternoon while doing literature review for FYP - Oh yes, I dread opening WMP because it lags so much - and when the song ended, it auto suggested another song which really waxed my ears and led me to hum along. Then after the song ended, the repeated action took place again and I was really amazed with all the playing tunes. So in all, I've downloaded all the songs at once and I'm calling a revival to my iPod. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and the current track playing is also one of the songs I've discovered coincidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS/&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea why it only allows a 30 seconds playback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 292px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/3038_83007496346_613236346_2297137_.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 338px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/3038_83007501346_613236346_2297138_.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, without Shawn and Stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening as it always is, I celebrated SM's 19th with clique over at Manhattan's and I personally think the food is on par with the rest of the restaurants but the prawns tasted palatable! Headed off to B&amp;amp;J at Cathay and ended our night over at Rebel. Yay, Sugar is a renowed track now and hopefully it'll start spreading around to all other clubs. Sugar ftw baybeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just watched Star Awards'09 at Qing's place and some of the results were astonishing I would say. Someone once told me this phrase and I absolutely think it fits in such circumstance, "&lt;em&gt;Always expect the unexpected&lt;/em&gt;". Enough said, I'm getting lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Mon tomorrow and I wonder how many hours, minutes and seconds more do I need to survive through the entire week. I feel so pointless going to school other than Econs lecture tomorrow. Gees, Econs actually intrigued my mind. Well, I'm off for my opportunity cost! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-1910612543775322876?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1910612543775322876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1910612543775322876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1910612543775322876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1910612543775322876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-make-me-feel-like-kid-in-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-1649904433785834901</id><published>2009-04-23T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:09:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naughty kids are we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; Teacher, so do we need to bring any materials for tomorrow's practical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm, no need. We'll be going through some admin issues and all.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daphne:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, then 要不要 pon? 明天听他讲废话 leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasper:&lt;/span&gt; Pon la!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So one by one started conversing on the same issue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"明天 pon uh!"&lt;br /&gt;"我明天不要来．"&lt;br /&gt;"我不想来."&lt;br /&gt;"我不想浪费时间．"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conclusion: I'm not going school tomorrow. Self declare holiday!&lt;/u&gt;&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/16959951-1649904433785834901?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1649904433785834901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=1649904433785834901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1649904433785834901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/1649904433785834901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/naughty-kids-are-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-9155114298116966389</id><published>2009-04-22T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:20:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First week of school was hell burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 229px;" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/fyp.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only first week of school and I've started FYP.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[To be continued...]&lt;/span&gt;&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/16959951-9155114298116966389?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/9155114298116966389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=9155114298116966389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/9155114298116966389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/9155114298116966389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-week-of-school-was-hell-burning.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7837135685598651066</id><published>2009-04-20T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:09:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL'S IN TOMORROW! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 435px;" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12125-1.jpg" border="3" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, I was on Fbook and apparently, almost everyone's tagline for profile was school this and school that. Yes, it's a total turn-off for me I would say because I didn't have enough enjoyment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's at 10am for me tomorrow and I swear my body clock is in a mess. Worse, I just drank a can of red bull which kept me so awake now. Fk, I need to stop this shit and be a good boy, for an early night. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Business &amp;amp; The Economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World Issues: A Singapore Perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landscaping Workskills 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landscaping Workskills 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landscape Studio III - Individual Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leisure &amp;amp; Park Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turf Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Project Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horticultural Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plant Identification II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Final Year Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of eleven modules and none seemed really interesting to me. To hell with year 3, I wonder if I would still struggle with the intense period, and err, PlantID, GRR! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up routine officially starts from tonight, goodnight world. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7837135685598651066?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7837135685598651066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7837135685598651066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7837135685598651066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7837135685598651066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/schools-in-tomorrow-as-usual-i-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4470376914342402410</id><published>2009-04-18T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:05:26.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2D1N chalet, short yet sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't had fun during the chalet last night. The few of us stayed in the chalet all the while and we ordered food via delivery. Sarpino's pizza and some chinese catering, but damn, we had an abundant of leftover. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a specific note, I don't really call that a chalet (because I always associate chalet with BBQ) however, it was more of a get-together thang. Oh well, who cares, so long we all had fun, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we checked out this morning, we headed off to the nearby foodcourt for breakfast and off to e!Hub for some arcade games. After which, we went down to the JL sales over at expo, which of course, I grabbed a few cheap deals! Dairy products, clothes, shoes, bags, socks, undergarments etc etc etc! Then again, tomorrow would be the last day. Oh yeah, I got myself a NewUrbanMale tee, two renoma briefs and two renoma singlets! Eh, don't play play alright, NewUrbanMale tees going at $25 for 2 (only at specific timing), tell me which arsehole wouldn't get it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 304px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12062.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WQ's 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 299px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12089.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 300px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12114.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The photographer goes, "3.. 2.. 1.. CHEERS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 295px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC12115.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rap is rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Modern dance is poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hip hop, is storytelling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4470376914342402410?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4470376914342402410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4470376914342402410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4470376914342402410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4470376914342402410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/2d1n-chalet-short-yet-sweet-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-9169371648826372544</id><published>2009-04-17T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:38:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Such a pity though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the ball rolling, I'm heading off to a 2D1N chalet over at Pasir Ris tomorrow (Fyi, it's a free chalet by the way!) and have my fun til' I drop before the Monday blues come back again. Oh boy, I can't believe I spent my 7 weeks' of holidays just like that. Damn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks, there are just too many happenings for me to jot down. TPDE dance concert, KTV, WQ's 18th celebration etc. Perhaps the absence of these details here is the main reason why I'm hogging on Fbook all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen when school starts on Monday. Well, I'm not in the mood for studying of course but then again, I can't wait to meet up with my classmates! I bet there'll be lots and endless of updates to be heard and oh, I kinda miss school food too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' then we shall meet again.&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/16959951-9169371648826372544?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/9169371648826372544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=9169371648826372544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/9169371648826372544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/9169371648826372544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/such-pity-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-6221177022059215306</id><published>2009-04-14T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:39:24.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18th, WQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 291px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/wqjas.jpg" width="565" height="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Thank you for your companion all these while and you've really been a special friend to me. What's more, we've got many common topics to talk about and I really enjoyed all your ridiculous, nonsensical, illogical comments/trashes/whatever it may be. These little things really brightened my life. Always remember, you're a part of crescent, not apart. On this special day, break your own boundaries and set yourself free. Enjoy every seconds because when the clock strikes twelve, you'll officially be termed a birthday loser, by me. Haha, I'm just kidding. So last but not least, Happy 18th! (:" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-6221177022059215306?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6221177022059215306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=6221177022059215306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6221177022059215306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/6221177022059215306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/18th-wq.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-7830877091624328152</id><published>2009-04-09T22:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:49:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love Confusion"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat DeLuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Don't know how we got this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So attached now and this gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Like a thief you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I fallen in love so unfairly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Boy I hate that my)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; World revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (And I hate my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause it hurts without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, why am I so lost in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don't even know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, I don't know why I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause I'm hating that I love you this much boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You gave me goosebumps, every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My heart skips a beat when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Who told you, you could be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm mad at you for this nice surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Boy I hate that my)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; World revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (And I hate my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause it hurts without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, why am I so lost in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don't even know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, I don't know why I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause I'm hating that I love you this much boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You see I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then I hate you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I hate to, cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I need you, then I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I don't know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I think I hate you, yes I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wait, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm really so confused,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love you, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, why am I so lost in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don't even know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, I don't know why I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause I'm hating that I love you this much boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, why am I so lost in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don't even know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, I don't know why I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause I'm hating that I love you this much boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, why am I so lost in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don't even know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why, I don't know why I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause I'm hating that I love you this much boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (I'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (I'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (I'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (I'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (I'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (I'm confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone choreo this song please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-7830877091624328152?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7830877091624328152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=7830877091624328152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7830877091624328152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/7830877091624328152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-confusion-by-kat-deluna-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-4319775273160607200</id><published>2009-04-08T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:44:36.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 379px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC11731.jpg" width="260" height="310" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, Sail away from the safe harbor. &lt;strong&gt;Catch the trade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Mark Twain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-4319775273160607200?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4319775273160607200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=4319775273160607200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4319775273160607200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/4319775273160607200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/twenty-years-from-now-you-will-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3081285799481146159</id><published>2009-04-01T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:01:58.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Super outdated pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 293px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC11822.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture for Xinyi's 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 456px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11844.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 293px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11829.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 300px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11866.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 306px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11895.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 308px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11902.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 325px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11864.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 292px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg118/modernstatement/SDC11907.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Daphne &amp;amp; Libin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 422px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/bhgygf.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;chui&lt;/em&gt; shot I've mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 362px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC11927.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis got this ice cream back for FOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 298px" border="3" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww14/thatspoiltbrat/SDC11929.jpg" width="310" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm prone to injuries, just face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3081285799481146159?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3081285799481146159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3081285799481146159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3081285799481146159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3081285799481146159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-outdated-pictures-picture-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-3011311845207277194</id><published>2009-03-30T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:03:00.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All at one shot, off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, pictures will be up in the next entry because I have no idea why, Photobucket seemed to have failed me time after time, just before when I'd decided to post up the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I've been occupying my free time with erm, quite a number of events I supposed. Met up with Daphne in Cine, headed off to BBQ Chicken for lunch partly because Libin was working there as well. She was indeed a joker, who doesn't know how to differentiate broccoli and cauliflower. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up again with Daphne and YQ for dinner at Botak Jones @ Youth Park, which was really a fine gathering. We kept each other updated and listened to how the turf grass boy, YQ, performed in work. Well, he's really tanned now. We then proceeded over to skate park for some funky shoots, which turned out, uberly &lt;em&gt;chui&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to TP a few days back, wanted to get TPDE dance tickets but somewhere along the way, something screwed up and we turned to a friend's aid. In other words, that was considerably a futile trip though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blogshop photoshoot yesterday over at Esplanade and finally everything is on track. The thought of collating the pictures and photoshopping can be a mental disruption to me. Uh, since I've got nothing to do these few days, might as well kill time with it. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was on standby mode, sitting next to both my desktop and laptop at 7.50am, 9.50am and 11.50am respectively because I've the duty to choose IS modules for myself, Daphne, Libin, Eunice and Yi Ai. As expected, all the NP people are &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; to the core (Okay, if you were to include me inside). Right after I've chosen and seen my finalized timetable, all the slots were taken off! That is why good internet connection and fastest fingers play a vital role in such circumstance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in quite a dilemma actually, to either choose &lt;em&gt;Business &amp;amp; The Economy&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Insight to Tourism Industry&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, it was after a long hesitation then I'd decided to choose BAE, for I know this will benefit me in the future. World's perspective is a darned module I would say. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS MY WHOLE GANG OF CLIQUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May, Simin, Shuqin, Stanley, Huiyang, Shawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh nooooooo, when can we have another round of steamboat? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. I know everyone's getting busy with school, work and attachment. Hence there isn't really a solid day off for us to gather. But, got chance one okay! Those days are just too reminiscing. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another round of applause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-3011311845207277194?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3011311845207277194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=3011311845207277194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3011311845207277194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/3011311845207277194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-at-one-shot-off-once-again-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5034373932307760285</id><published>2009-03-29T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:50:09.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Earth hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why am I feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5034373932307760285?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5034373932307760285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5034373932307760285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5034373932307760285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5034373932307760285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-why-am-i-feeling-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959951.post-5886171788476215160</id><published>2009-03-25T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:43:03.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I (We) just celebrated a 19th birthday for my (our) BFF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I'm really feeling lethargic now, more details and photos will be uploaded by tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotten my timetable for semester 3.1 and I've only thought of a word to conclude it all - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Majority of my lessons end at or after 5pm, tell me how pathetic I can be. Worse, some of my lecturers have yet to be confirmed, as well as the location of classrooms. Duh, tragic always followed as semester passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh at those people who take Math, but now I do believe in karma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HORTICULTURAL ENGINEERING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This practical-oriented module introduces students to structural materials, horticultural machinery and tools, and irrigation management. The module combines design knowledge and technical training in the various light construction works most often used in hardscape implementation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[To be continued...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959951-5886171788476215160?l=modernstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5886171788476215160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959951&amp;postID=5886171788476215160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5886171788476215160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959951/posts/default/5886171788476215160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modernstatement.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-we-just-celebrated-19th-birthday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Modern Statement.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369057964565168410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bR0SYNlY_jo/SYBqdlf23wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2N-dT6qscnM/S220/SDC10503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
