<?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-17180970</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:03:14.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Chubs Like You and I</title><subtitle type='html'>A extremely chubby young thing that has been thoroughly ravaged by the harsh reality of our world. I ride a white horse! seriously. it can take my weight!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-7172255618233111399</id><published>2007-04-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:26:36.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>cheers to chubbyboy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have shifted to &lt;a href="http://www.happychef.wordpress.com"&gt;happychef&lt;/a&gt;... update links please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-7172255618233111399?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7172255618233111399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=7172255618233111399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/7172255618233111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/7172255618233111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-668913370999696600</id><published>2007-03-10T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:31:34.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>I just realised that the last time i posted was in febuary! OMG... how time flies. We have now entered the season of lent, and guess what? suprise suprise, i am aout 3 months away from the sunny island that i call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and the rest of the "SIA" gang have been struggling to come to a consensus regarding which flight to take back, tentatively, it's the 1830hrs flight on 9 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so what's been happening? Spent my first chinese new year away from home. First out of a series of 4 i hope, 3 undergraduate years and 1 post graduate. I have never known that we could get so much food just for a simple steamboat. OMG, the amount of chinese mushrooms, lettuces, pork and seafood was just monumental, even chieh and i couldn't finish the food, and that speaks alot of the sheer amount of the food available. Kudos to everyone at home! thank you for all the red packets and well wishes, on a side note, could you all please convert the money inside the lovely red packets to POUNDS please, it makes life easier wahaha... just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUTS out to my dearest Nehru-nians, sigh, we are all scattered across different timezones, but at least we still got our little email group thingy up and working. SHERYL MEL AND PRIS!!! what have all of you been up to?? Pris i know better, how about the two of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYDIA... the one that i miss most when i am away is FINALLY in the US! getting some white meat... i am gonna miss her so much... talking to you over msn just doesn't seem to cut it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the absolute horror of my beloved MOTHER... i drove in the UNITED KINGDOM MUAHAHA... drove a Peugot 206 Manual Sports edition, how cool is that. Drove to Cardiff, Stonehenge and Exmoor National Park before heading back to London, about 500 miles in total over the course of two days, For the record, top speed we reached? 180KMPH weehee... i won't comment on that though, except for th fact that the five minutes that we were on that speed, the petrol tank seemed to developed a leak or something. BUT: side notes to the rash headed kids who think you can speed on the roads: please know that speeding kills. ours was a controled experiment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos to all of these would come later, when i finally get my lazy ass off the bed to upload the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, CONGRATULATIONS to all the superteens who got the O and A level results, well done to all of you... especially to the gang from OASIS and the peeps from school trainings! it's only the start to a great path... keep treading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been experiencing a period with alot of gas inside my tummy recently, guess im eating too much garlic and onions. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING on... im in a dilemna right now, so could i ask each and everyone's help right now... please vote... perhaps on my tagboard or something, what i should invest over the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A brand new MAC with Leopard OS or...&lt;br /&gt;2) A new Digital SLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both have its own advantages and disadvantages, please let me know of your views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough for now, better get back to the world of growth theory, beta and gamma functions and Double Log equations. damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bys priority: regress life work play wage pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEA work hard!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-668913370999696600?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/668913370999696600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=668913370999696600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/668913370999696600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/668913370999696600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-3541938531582415538</id><published>2007-02-06T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:55:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate for My British Chilled Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's awfully sweet how everyone supports each other so much here. feeling ill and no mummy? your friends will cook porridge for you and bring it to your room. not feeling hungry/feeling lazy to have dinner? someone will ta bao food for you. feeling homesick and having a 20th birthday? a XXX toy customized to your personal fantasies delivered straight to your room"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Your most welcome dear girl... most welcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Such is the lifestyle of an overseas student. Abit sad, but you have to lose something to gain something ya? Don't know why i have been so emo lately... maybe its time to change my playlist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-3541938531582415538?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3541938531582415538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=3541938531582415538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/3541938531582415538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/3541938531582415538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/hot-chocolate-for-my-british-chilled.html' title='Hot Chocolate for My British Chilled Soul'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-3285950670537765758</id><published>2007-02-04T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:24:03.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG.... this sets me god know how many years!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this was a time when you actually had to rewind and play the damned tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uuDi5zJQ0U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uuDi5zJQ0U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when white guys could rap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-3285950670537765758?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3285950670537765758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=3285950670537765758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/3285950670537765758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/3285950670537765758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-117045594110782017</id><published>2007-02-03T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:39:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYS Pain in the Ass: Regress Parking Wardens Farktards BBCs</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT... the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST! LAW ENFORCEMENT SHOULD NOT BE CARRIED OUT BY ABSOLUTE IDIOTS WHO HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORD AND ARE IN IT FOR FUCKING PROFIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First people on my list to kill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTHER F*CKING PARKING ATTENDANTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against the job, the job is simple, just make sure that people don't park their vehicles illegally. BUT the following behavior just don't cut it man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging around for fucking 3 hours in the same car park just to book a car the minute its coupon expires - dun u dare say you MFIs don't do such stuff.. i have witnessed it both in SINGAPORE and LONDON -  SCREW U _!_&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPRAYING yes spraying a yellow line under a car to book the blardy vehicle. I CAN'T believe that shit!!! SOME IDIOT sprayed a yellow line under a car so that he could book it and clock his commission... blardy bastards i tell u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booking someone whom just asked u for directions to the nearest parking toll meter... blardy backstabber... she just turned around to put coins in and you are already booking her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booking AMBULANCE and emergency vehicles! WTF? you book an ambulance so that you can get a measely commission...  where are your morals and conscience?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOOKING YOUR FUTURE QUEEN???? a.k.a. the lovely and absolutely gorgeous kate middleton muahaha..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as we all say... first world country... third world system!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOOH.... most exciting thing that happened... or rather... the most teasing, was the Play Cinderalla put up by UCL Union's LGBT society, absolutely fantastic... lovely 4 quid worth of entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mel: you blardy pig,.. only care about the cookies... how about benedict??? i bet you just left him to rot... muahhaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-117045594110782017?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/117045594110782017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=117045594110782017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/117045594110782017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/117045594110782017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/bys-pain-in-ass-regress-parking.html' title='BYS Pain in the Ass: Regress Parking Wardens Farktards BBCs'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-117024396065513289</id><published>2007-01-31T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:46:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Familiar ...</title><content type='html'>YES! we managed to pull of Michelle's 20th Birthday celebration Suprise without much of a hitch, that was beside the initial shock we had when she told us she wanted dinner with us so that she could eat what was remaining of the chocolate fondue wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy that we did it so nicely!!! everything went on as planned! hehehe... the planning and deliberation did pay off... and the fantastic acting too by Jialing and Chong Lin!! Michelle din even suspect a thing!!! wakaka... and to the guys who were over so early to blow up the ballons and Antonio wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos would come later, but they will be rated M18, so no underaged viewers please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yafen and I were both super pleased to see Michelle enjoying herself, albeit a little too much on the drinking bit... wahahaha... 10 minutes into her birthday, and she got really pissed drunk haha. The entire event has actually led me to think of home and how far we have all come since last september. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i miss family! Daddy Mummy and Flea... then theres Jules KNNBCCB LAU JP. hahaha and loads others... MEL TOO!!! haha although she DID try to make us appear suppossedly attached hahaha... and of course... the people who stood by me through years of shit and lame ass growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIS, MEL and SHERYL!!!!! hahaha i still of the days when we were back at OBS... haha seems like so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... time will tell... time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-117024396065513289?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/117024396065513289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=117024396065513289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/117024396065513289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/117024396065513289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-familiar.html' title='Something Familiar ...'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116930635213743394</id><published>2007-01-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:19:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Kicks Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8BDRHMz2YA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8BDRHMz2YA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="275" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Defying GRAVITY!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116930635213743394?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116930635213743394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116930635213743394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116930635213743394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116930635213743394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/wicked-kicks-ass.html' title='Wicked Kicks Ass'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116916524986203358</id><published>2007-01-19T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:07:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;GLINDA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why couldn't you have stayed calm, for once! Instead of flying off the handle -- !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happyI hope you're happy nowI hope you're happy how you've  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hurt your cause foreverI hope you think you're clever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I hope you're happyI hope you're happy tooI hope you're proud how you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wouldGrovel in submissionTo feed your own ambition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA &amp; ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So though I can't imagine howI hope you're happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elphie, listen to me. Just say you're sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still be with The WizardWhat you've worked and waited forYou can have all you ever wanted - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I knowBut I don't want it - No!I can't want it anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has changed within meSomething is not the sameI'm through with playing by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rules of someone else's gameToo late for second-guessingToo late to go back to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's time to trust my instincts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Close my eyesAnd leap... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try defying gravity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I'll try defying gravity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you can't pull me down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't I make you understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're having delusions of grandeur?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm through accepting limits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cuz someone says they're so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some things I cannot change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But till I try I'll never know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too long I've been afraid of Losing love I guess I've lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well if that's loveIt comes at much too high a cost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy defying gravityKiss me goodbye,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I'm defying gravityAnd you can't pull me down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinda, come with me. Think of what we could do - together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlimited Together we're unlimited Together we'll be the greatest team There's ever been - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glinda!Dreams the way we planned 'em&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If we work in tandem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA &amp; ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no fight we cannot win&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just you and I, defying gravityWith you and I defying gravity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They'll never bring us down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, are you coming?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GLINDA decides to stay behind.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDAI &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hope you're happyI hope your happy now that your choosing this -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You too--I hope it brings you bliss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA &amp;amp; ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really hope you get it And you don't live to regret it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you're happy in the endI hope you're happy my friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So if you care to find me Look to the Western sky!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As someone told me latelyEveryone deserves the chance to fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if I'm flying solo At least I'm flying free To those who ground me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take a message back from me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how I am defying gravityI'm flying high, defying gravity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And soon I'll match them in renown And nobody in all of Oz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No Wizard that there is or wasIs ever gonna bring me down!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLINDA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you're happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITIZENS OF OZ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at herShe's wickedGet her!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bring me down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITIZENS OF OZ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one mourns the wickedSo we got to bring her -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITIZENS OF OZ--Down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wicked go kick some ass... 1st post in months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116916524986203358?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116916524986203358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116916524986203358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116916524986203358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116916524986203358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116363670028052172</id><published>2006-11-16T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:25:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Change for Singapore!</title><content type='html'>As seen on &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/061116/1/44ujoi.html"&gt;yahoo news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.yimg.com/xp/afp/20061116/08/2449068248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sg.yimg.com/xp/afp/20061116/08/2449068248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caption: Bush Arrives in Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha Singapore is SOOOOOO Cold? Someone is not doing his job!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="file://sg.yimg.com/xp/afp/20061116/08/2449068248.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116363670028052172?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116363670028052172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116363670028052172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116363670028052172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116363670028052172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/climate-change-for-singapore.html' title='Climate Change for Singapore!'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116346048270541723</id><published>2006-11-14T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T07:28:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Just Have Too Much Free Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urIZ0bqo7dU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urIZ0bqo7dU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116346048270541723?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116346048270541723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116346048270541723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116346048270541723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116346048270541723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-people-just-have-too-much-free.html' title='Some People Just Have Too Much Free Time'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116224063709416771</id><published>2006-10-31T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:37:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!Xobile</title><content type='html'>Who could have guessed that a single name could bring about hours and hours of enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the recent spate of events going on both in Singapore and in Lonon, my itchy mouth and fingers strain towards the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to turn the attention, though not neccessary in any case, to the recent "insensitive remarks" made by a RJC student about the state of the "uneducated"and the subsequent apologies made by her and her "elite" father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fuss just because some idiot had the guts (balls) to point out what many people thought of as obvious but without the brains to do so tactfully. Sigh, blame the scholarship board for giving such a person the humanities scholarship, then again, it's not the first time that they made such a mistake :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would qualify the statement i made above. Personally, I disagree with what i have read about the post. I do believe that there is always something one can contribute to society regardless of educational level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeky as I may sound, i guess one of the reaons for the high levels of productivity in today's workforce of Singapore is the strong traditional work ethics each of us would have. This is indeed passed down by the stereotypical older and "less educated" generation. Who is anyone to discount the contributions made by the generations before us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, these values have slowly and surely been eroded with the passage of time, and maybe due to the fact that we are proud to be a melting pot for cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard someone saying that "it is we, those who have benifitted most from the system that attack the system"how true the statement is. I think it does remind me of what mummy and daddy keep reiterating when i was much younger, that the person who you love most is the one who will hurt you most. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On such a topic of Eliticism, i think that i would call for such young brats to be thought the values and that they live them. One of the things i read from western literature is having "the attitude of gratitude", looks like we lost some of our bearings while we were busy trying to chase out misty dreams that western pop culture offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, spelling and counting are all skills. If you spend enough time on it, you would be able to master it without much problems. Attitudes however, are what makes or breaks you. Attitudes form habits and habits form character. Looks like RJC has a long way to go, considering the reputation and sheer numbers of its errant and insensitive students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this insensitiveness extends far from our shores, throughout the last few weeks, the newspapers and tabloids have been carrying headlines and stories that blast out the debates on the islamic head scarf and veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i have read, the politicians here want to do away with the scarf as they deem it as "a form of exclusion", it's really quite scary to note the number of politicians pushing for it, and the sheer number of people polled who agree with them 95% said that the headdress should go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it IS their religion! it's not as if they are wearing it for comfort or for the fact that they want to conceal their identities, but hey! who am i to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin wants a Aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Kiat wants a Capsule&lt;br /&gt;Ivan just wants to kick ass&lt;br /&gt;hahaha what a way to complement our efforts in studying maths in the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116224063709416771?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116224063709416771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116224063709416771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116224063709416771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116224063709416771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/xobile.html' title='!Xobile'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116180273465965479</id><published>2006-10-26T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T07:30:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited Update!!!</title><content type='html'>Cheers to everyone for the well wishes and concern, paricularly to my family, daddy mummy and Flea, and also to everyone is my extended family for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends too, sorry i havent been able to update, have been really bz but i do want to reply some of your posts first before posting my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nydia: HEHE i havent had the time to write the email yet, but yes, will do it real soon&lt;br /&gt;Jules: No i am not coming back with mel during the dec break&lt;br /&gt;Carm: This isn't the only way to know what i'm up too, you don't come online often enough :D&lt;br /&gt;Flea: WASSUP with the animated photo of me??? mel had to call me from surrey to burst out laughing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... now, turning to the tourist side of me, may i present a short, photo log of what i have seen/experience so far earlier photos can be seen &lt;a href="http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/akiko_ayumu/album?.dir=/81b1re2&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=phVQQoFB31yFWf2g"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, PORTEBELLO MARKET. Dudes if you do want antique stuff, do makesure that you head down to this cosy little place for a little bargain and treasure hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1598.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1608.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next would be the infamous London eye which i paid 10 pounds for the view is spectacular, but for those of you waiting to sit on the sore along the river thames, it would be good that you have an ADULT oyster to enjoy the lovely discount&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1644.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1635.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these sight seeing, it was time to do SOME SHOPPING!!!! yeah, so off we went to Bicester Village, just off the little town of Oxford, the latter of which, i think is over rated. To say the least, i'm pretty glad that i'm in london. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there you go. Warehouse price i may add.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the intellectual forefront, the catholic society here does organise pretty decent talks. Have attended 3 so far aptly named:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. When Christianity and Islam Clash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Shakespeare and the Church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. The History of the Papacy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit: Here is a photo of how a talk organised by the cathsoc looks like, we all seem pretty intelligent eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/16102006059.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pretty cool stuff going on there. It's a good way to end a monday i guess. I am currently uploading the pictures from my Phone, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/16102006059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i will add edits once its done. so that's it for now :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116180273465965479?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116180273465965479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116180273465965479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116180273465965479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116180273465965479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-awaited-update.html' title='Long Awaited Update!!!'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116065215968596597</id><published>2006-10-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:22:39.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem that we all have</title><content type='html'>Nothing much in particular really, just some random rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an essay taht was written some time ago so i really don't know its relevance to today's society. It was titled: Individualism and Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off as saying that how " individualism" has now been polarised as opposed to socialism and blah blah... an interesting take on the essay however is that it DOES argue that every single innovation that has ever graced our earth HAS been in deed come from individualism, and i kind of agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any single person, would most probably set his mind and effort into creating something that HE really needs, he really doesn't have to care about what other's need. he has to essentially satisfy his own ned first. That is the fundamental assumption of Grandpa's Smith's Wealth of Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the clock back to the 21st century, could this form of individualism promote the evolution of society as it has done in the past? or has the fear that terrorism brings suppressed this value of individualism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer of the essay, Hayek, also states that we are progressively, becomming social animals, making decisions which are based on the progress of the entire community, which he does argue, is detrimental to the progress of our society. Confusing? hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could we apply individualism to the current situation of terror? maybe?maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days pass here, it has really dawned onto me, the value and importance of the government in maintaining cultural and racial harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i am not a man in white, neither am i saying things as such because i am fearful of the repurcussions. Yes, sometimes i do feel that some policies are worth laughing at, a la " &lt;em&gt;talking cock in parliament&lt;/em&gt;", but SOME policies DO MAKE alot of sense and you will kind of miss it when you are not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the HDB's stand of racial quota's for example. before i left, i sincerely and really thought that of as absolute trash. but fwoa! after reading a moderate number of books and passing through several areas here, i seriously think that it was a hell of a good idea!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot imagine life now without it. it would be a serious degression back into the states of Kampung life! as an economist, i daresay that this attempt at creating a psuedo homogeneous heartland, would be key in maintaining a keen level of investment in our little island state, not only because of the fact that it promotes racial harmony ( no racial riots bla bla), but it does allow our foreign friends a wide choice of where to locate their factories!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imainge this, say we go back to raffles era where chinese occupy chinatown and the malays Kampung Glam ( is this right?)  and the indians... well i'm not sure, so i won't assume. And then, due to the great work of EDB STB, blah blah, we attract Saudi Arabia to set up a big ass oil firm here, maybe regional hub or something, and it so happens that Kampung Glam is the best place to be in, maybe because of the good infrastructure and so on, due to the fact that maybe the people there are more hardworking, more cohesive, you know, the intangible characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a cycle Innovate ( building up), reaping rewards, reinvestment and re-innovating - malcom gladwell-- the area just keep getting better and better, and soon, because of the disparity between areas, conflicts will arise, infrastructure and social structure breaks down and no one wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... ranting, as i said. all this rant while i'm waiting for my lecture to start and posting this in the wonderful wilkins library. i should post pictures of the lirbary soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116065215968596597?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116065215968596597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116065215968596597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116065215968596597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116065215968596597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/problem-that-we-all-have.html' title='The problem that we all have'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-116040888180364778</id><published>2006-10-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:48:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was taken from Yahoo! Singapore, if you want the report in its entirety, its &lt;a href="http://http://sg.news.yahoo.com/061009/5/singapore234608.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damned funny, I'm not laughing at the issue, its a serious issue, but i'm laughing at the way that it is reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was being done in digital format through peer-to-peer file sharing programmes and networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After extensive probes, the police ascertained the identities of the suspects, as well as their modus operandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preliminary investigations revealed that the suspects installed file sharing programmes in their computers and used them to search for copyrighted songs in digital formats via the file sharing networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once identified, these songs were downloaded from the computers of other online users who were also connected to the same file sharing network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspects need not pay for the song downloads&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-116040888180364778?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116040888180364778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=116040888180364778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116040888180364778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/116040888180364778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-was-taken-from-yahoo-singapore-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115957880579888334</id><published>2006-09-30T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T09:14:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>WTF.... check this out. Ladies, you are in for a great laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzO1mCAVyMw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzO1mCAVyMw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115957880579888334?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115957880579888334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115957880579888334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115957880579888334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115957880579888334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115925655771655248</id><published>2006-09-26T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:42:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Trade</title><content type='html'>I was at the Refectory, oh yes, they have such high class names for everything simple around here,basically it means a cookhouse (yes gents, a cookhouse, you know what that is don't you)  and i was just contemplating on how much emphasis the people here are putting on fair trade. For those of you who are still stuck in the world of "globalisation doesn't bother me", you can find out what fair trade is about &lt;a href="http://www.fairtrade.org.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, all that the organisation aims to do is to give a "fairer" portion of profits to the producers of the raw material, usually from a third world country. This money, apparently, goes to admirable things such as education, irrigation, blah blah, life improvements and the sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as a cynic myself, i was just curious about how much of the money is really going to the producers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it does cost money to run an organisation, not to mention one that monitors where and who the products come from. On top of that, they would have to also monitor the flow of finances, and i do mean dollars and sense, so you mean all these people doing these things are noble and that they do it out of their own sweet and good willed hearts? unlikely man. Even St Peter says that man must first satisfy his own earthly needs before he can be of service to God, so who's paying these people and where do they get the money from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the money, if any, and in whatever amount, goes back to the producers via a middle man. There goes another cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying its bad, i am just saying, is it efficient to run an programme in this manner, of course, it would be better to have such a programme running than none at all. so its a choice between two devils perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for a morning' s worth of rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115925655771655248?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115925655771655248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115925655771655248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115925655771655248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115925655771655248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/fair-trade.html' title='Fair Trade'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115920123759699323</id><published>2006-09-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:24:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Heart.</title><content type='html'>Ok... its one of my few challenges that i have made for myself to be accomplished by the end of my 3 years at UCL, that is to raise 1 million dollars for UNICEF, so pls have a heart, and click on the Donate button to the right of the post entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each click is 2USD and u would need a paypal account for it, signing up is free so pls give generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webmasters who are interested in helping me in this cause, pls contact &lt;a href="mailto:pzhiwen@hotmail.com"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115920123759699323?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115920123759699323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115920123759699323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115920123759699323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115920123759699323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-heart.html' title='Have A Heart.'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115910065341271714</id><published>2006-09-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:24:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON!</title><content type='html'>Greetings from London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on the 19th of Sept and have spent the last few days really trying to make sense of the stuff that are zooming past me every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the nitty gritty things like settling my own meals to the bitch of having to queue up for OMG 6 hours just to enrol in my school. Seriously, as Anthony aptly put it just 4 days before i flew, "are we flying to a third world country?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, the very anal gripes include the fact that this country doesn't believe in air conditioning! WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing: WTH issit with immigration staff. I thought the Singapore immigration officers were grumpy. fwoa. and having the cheek to put up the sign that reads : Our staff deserve a safe and secure working enviroment. DUDE! safe and secure working environment doesn't mean that your job is safe and secure, carry on this way and i bet you will lose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than these naggy gripes, everything else have been a blast!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115910065341271714?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115910065341271714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115910065341271714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115910065341271714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115910065341271714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/london.html' title='LONDON!'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115746913662766898</id><published>2006-09-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:12:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>Sorry pals, i am not in love, its the title of the song that has been stuck in my head for the entire day, its by Nat King Cole for the uninitiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of things that i have discovered in the course of these few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Butt watching can be real fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Widgets are cool, even if its for PCs and Laptops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I can go broke very fast... ( hint.. so pls click &lt;a href="http://www.emailcashpro.com/?r=pzhiwen"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and help save me from poverty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Oyster Ommelette, also know as Au Jian is actually an overpriced dish because the ingredients are so blardy cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) That i should come up with a list that shows the ppl i miss when i leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 13 more days. F lah.. less than 2 weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115746913662766898?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115746913662766898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115746913662766898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115746913662766898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115746913662766898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115695474970808153</id><published>2006-08-31T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:19:09.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that some people have really too much free time</title><content type='html'>Got this off &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/article.php?sid=2032"&gt;TalkingCock.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Teachers Day is 1 Sep. In their honour, we’re proud to bring you a list of TOP THINGS TEACHERS WISH THEY COULD TELL THEIR STUDENTS BUT CAN’T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Actually, you’ll never need to know most of what I’m asked to teach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish they didn’t make you come to school either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait till you see what I’ve written about YOU on MY blog – www.siginnah.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t take this the wrong way, but where your father and mother brother and sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really wish you were as smart as you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know, it’s true. You really don’t have to go to study hard and go to university. I did, and look at the crappy job I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please don’t breed. Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jack Neo was wrong: you damn stupid (and you damn stupid too!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115695474970808153?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115695474970808153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115695474970808153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115695474970808153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115695474970808153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/proof-that-some-people-have-really-too.html' title='Proof that some people have really too much free time'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115690609907759553</id><published>2006-08-30T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:48:19.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things DO Happen in the Morning</title><content type='html'>How i wish i had the New Nokia N93 so that i can blog about things as i see them, but hey, its a want not a need, so i will do things the traditional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was dragging my feet back to the Tanjong Pagar Station from doing my visa, i suddenly realised that i was not only going uphill, but also against the entire horde of people. I won't consider it an epiphany but i guess it could be said that the situation did manifest itself as a representation of my life. Almost always uphill and against conventions. Misunderstood and Misrepresented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Building did seem really attractive. For 5 seconds, it would really feel good to step into that building and have the concierge greet you by name, though you would have to sacrifice 20 years of life and sell your soul to the devil just to get a place in there. Oh come on, you have got to realise what companies have their offices in there man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of things, went to Burger King to get a drink while i was waiting for borders to open( who waits for borders to open?, queue NHH blushful thanks). As usual, the liat towers BK branch was the Oasis of coolness in the humid shit weather we have in singapore, and i was greeted by what i thought was a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK Lady: "2 KOSONGS to go!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to myself: WTF... they sell pratas now here??? i mean come on, burger king does have an ad campaign now that says "you can have it as you like".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... my mind went into a spin, only to realise that she DID mean "2 Croissant Meals to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these happened before 10 in the morning, I have the day cut out for me man. C yer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115690609907759553?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115690609907759553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115690609907759553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115690609907759553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115690609907759553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-things-do-happen-in-morning.html' title='Funny Things DO Happen in the Morning'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115679271995721194</id><published>2006-08-29T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:18:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Melly</title><content type='html'>Its 315am and im posting this long awaited update of my blog 40 km away from my house and on a mac book. It does somehow reflect how i am going to feel in about 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in about 2 hours time, Melissa Chew will be flying off to the UK to do her studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a eulogy of sorts, but its a tribute to someone who has stood by me through the years, through so many heartbreaks and obstacles. For all the laughter, tears and shit that we shared... thank you mel, nothing can really express the depth of my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in two weeks mel... then we can go visit your theme park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115679271995721194?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115679271995721194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115679271995721194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115679271995721194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115679271995721194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/smelly-melly.html' title='Smelly Melly'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115570095516468859</id><published>2006-08-16T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:02:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Flea</title><content type='html'>Haha... its a wonderful poem of sorts... though i disagree with the stupid part... cos you are the top International Student there, so yeah... hahah "stupid" is a pet name lah... not having its meaning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has the most chisled face to draw.&lt;br /&gt;But he has a good brain to brawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him to say i’m stupid is quite a compliment,&lt;br /&gt;since i’m no stupider than stupid, that’s pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to be twenty years living with him,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering in between.&lt;br /&gt;But oceans separate our once in-the-way company.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i miss you, don’t you think now that’s funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the night talks on the ladder?&lt;br /&gt;The shaking of bed on top.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we moved house?&lt;br /&gt;You wanted your room to be all blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the staples you/I placed in front of our door?&lt;br /&gt;So that I couldn’t cross or crawl.&lt;br /&gt;Did you remember about statue of St. Joseph?&lt;br /&gt;About pushing the responsibility of his ‘almost’ fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times you forced me to play paper soccer?&lt;br /&gt;With that many games, a love of it I’ve fostered.&lt;br /&gt;Those games of Magic the Gathering,&lt;br /&gt;and those lame chess games - tragic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember daddy made us catapults?&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up mimiking a war while mummy’s cooking.&lt;br /&gt;And you think veggies’ a cult.&lt;br /&gt;Until you figured it out through army when everyone’s looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels and stuff we had,&lt;br /&gt;a share big and fat.&lt;br /&gt;And they thought we can’t get along,&lt;br /&gt;Well, they’re as far off as Geelong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you had fun yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;And turning 21 the day after today.&lt;br /&gt;A big change I guess?&lt;br /&gt;I hope there’s stuff too juicy to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all,&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could be there.&lt;br /&gt;To at least shower some love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;My dearest brother,&lt;br /&gt;My idol, most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;My mentor, some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;My arse, alittle bit most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i believe this beats the BRANDED presents you received&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a mil man... love yer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115570095516468859?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115570095516468859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115570095516468859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115570095516468859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115570095516468859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-flea.html' title='Thank You Flea'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115505716478382135</id><published>2006-08-09T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:12:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 41st</title><content type='html'>with 9 years shy of being half a century old, Singapore has definitely come a long way from the 3rd world country it once was. Having said so, how much have actually changed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to write on loads of things, but i guess risking my 34K/year allowance wasn't worth, so here is one of the proposed titles i had in mind,i leave your imagination to do the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)OIC Meetings: Huh? Do what shit sia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSPC was a realy blast, i did feel very proud of my friends who recieved the scholarships, not like the 7 of us who were sitting right and the back, and i had to sit under the set of 4 FREAKING spot lights, and i couldn't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore... for a relatively young country, you do certainly produce people who indeed treat the world as your playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big is your classroom dude?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115505716478382135?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115505716478382135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115505716478382135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115505716478382135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115505716478382135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-41st.html' title='Happy 41st'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115485111205087897</id><published>2006-08-06T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:58:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go BEANY GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seEGwx2txuc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seEGwx2txuc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115485111205087897?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115485111205087897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115485111205087897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115485111205087897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115485111205087897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-beany-go.html' title='Go BEANY GO'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115451134294793183</id><published>2006-08-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:35:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationalistic Feelings</title><content type='html'>With all the hype about National Day coming up, i guess i need to immerse myself into the mood too right? Afterall... it's THE last time that NDP would be held at the National Stadium, so there's alot of hoo has about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, the sort of national pride within me took me back in time to the time when i was still in the army. Hmm.. i think every male would agree me that you sort of get really 'inspired' to defend your nation during national service. For me, the peak of that feeling was at Commissioning Parade, oh... those of you who still remembered the Oomph when we recited the SAF Pledge ending with "WITH OUR LIVES!" Fwoa... it was tremendously patriotic and you get the feeling that you could just rush up north and Bayonet every single MF you see. haha... maybe, you needn't rush up in that directions, there are already some idiots here that i wish that i had poked haha... not maliciously, but you know, some idiots do get on your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was re-watching Black Hawk Down,yes they do use it to teach us certain things in OCS. Am just wondering, wars these days have evolved so darn much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of education of each soldier plays a really important role in the wars of today. I don't know if its true but the current wars that are being fought are between parties that have a huge disparity between the level of education of the people. Look at Dubya(that's Bush's nick btw) and  the Taliban. USA vs Iraq, Israel vs Lebanon. Between the two parties, there is a huge difference in ideals and morals, most prominently, religion and how they view the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... does education play such a wide sweeping role? Let's say we put two countries of about the same average education standards side by side hmm lets say, UK Vs France... both are age old countries and besides proficiency in the english language, both enjoy similiar standards of living and education. Hmm... between senior commanders, yes there will be war of words blah blah blah... the list goes on and on, but between ground troops? There is recorded history that during the Christmas of WWII, british and german troops at the frontline observed a ceasefire, and most interestingly, they posed for photos together, had a football game, and sang carols! So, why do people fight? because of what they believe in? then in that case, what determines what beliefs they hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present, where the world has strunk and by and large, many hold the same belief and economic systems have seem to be given more importance than local government. Where we are sublimally programmed by the TV programs that we watch, the media we come into contact to. When these troops meet each other at the front line, would they abandon their weapons, walk over and refuse to fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ideals would clash, but if the individual values life, peace and prosperity, he can choose not to fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will our wars be fought in the future? Philosophically, there can exist a reality where armies and violence do not have a part of, how far are we from that? or is that reality merely a wishful thinking on my part?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115451134294793183?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115451134294793183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115451134294793183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115451134294793183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115451134294793183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/nationalistic-feelings.html' title='Nationalistic Feelings'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115441430424413342</id><published>2006-08-01T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:38:24.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Random Post</title><content type='html'>I really wonder to write these days. Simple because my days have been so preoccupied with the same things over and over again tat i am really fearful hat my blog would soon become a repetition of the same ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what i'm up to is the search of free stuff that would interest me! hee... yes,i do go to borders to order books that many haven't heard before, but hey! Limewire does wonders too. You know, its amazing to see how fads change in the course of your life. First there was MIRC , then Napter, then the people is US, yes the land where they de-stabilize certain countries just to play the good guys later, sued it and made it a pay per download service, then there was Morpheus, and hee... we are back to Limewire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on the way back from Suntec City yesterday with a couple of teachers to be and well, for some reason, we stumbled onto the topic of the great founding fathers of our country. yes.. you know, Singaporeans really like having a go at them. Most common of all are jibes at how everything in Singapore is inherently linked back to the "royal" family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentaly, i stumbled onto a blog last night, blog's title is &lt;a href="http://rockson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Talk Rock&lt;/a&gt;, i was going to cut and paste an entire chunk of it here, but a closer and more discerning read made me change my mind! haha... you will understand when you read it. I must clearly state that i don't condone such views, its just an interesting read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings me back to one point. That people who complain are those who can get out of the situation that they are in but choose not to. Note: this was written by someone not in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the point is that most Singaporeans are not daring enough to take that step to do something about the lifes that they lead, hence they take up the role of being volunteer commentators on the issues that they see as worth bitching about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine was telling me how inefficient she thinks our host country is going to be. That they take so long just to deal with a single mail and stuff like that, hmm are we too pampered in Singapore my dear girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flea has been rather tired lately, God Knows what that girl has been up to, but hey, being one of the top International Students there? haha... come on girl... don't just be the top international student, be the top! haha.. then you can come back to be my osim chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Kudos to Pris, haha you are just plain unlucky... come on, who appears out of no where yeah? bad hardo! yes, HARO!!! not hairdo... those of you who do not know what HARDO is, go and check it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering, to myself of course, whether or not it is absolutely neccessary for someone to actually learn the syntax of the english language. The 8 parts of speeech blah blah blah. Hey come on, i have only heard of Modalities this year! who teaches the language like that these days anyway? BUT! i guess its one of the most effective way to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for Jars of Clay have been sunddenly rekindled with the Song "Waiting for the World to Fall" from the Chronicle of Narnia. Cool Shit i Tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115441430424413342?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115441430424413342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115441430424413342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115441430424413342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115441430424413342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-random-post.html' title='Just a Random Post'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115418722697709866</id><published>2006-07-29T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:38:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War in the Middle East</title><content type='html'>Go America wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuj9BrCIyvw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuj9BrCIyvw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115418722697709866?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115418722697709866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115418722697709866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115418722697709866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115418722697709866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/war-in-middle-east.html' title='The War in the Middle East'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115399943577533343</id><published>2006-07-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:23:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore's Dr Love gets the egg and the sperm in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Singapore's very own self-styled sex guru, Dr Wei Siang Yu, also known as Dr Love, is at it again.&lt;br /&gt;The man who launched Singapore's first sex-edutainment show on TV and runs a Love Boat for singles on the high seas has just launched an egg and perm "detox programme" for couples and singles, which he claims is a world first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called BabySmart, the programme employs a "multi-disciplinary approach" to enhance the egg and sperm quality of clients even before conception takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do this, Dr Wei has teamed up other doctors, nutritionists and a range of lifestyle companies including a gym, a mattress manufacturer and a milk formula company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem we have is much more important than just having a baby," said Dr Wei. "It is all about the whole conception process — it is also the ingredients of a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argues that the average lifestyle of most adults is not conducive to producing babies, citing studies which show that stress and diet can affect egg and sperm quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BabySmart is targeted at those aged between 28 and 40, especially couples who are making plans to have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customised programme is expected to cost a few thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Wei is investing $2 million in a BabySmart medical centre located at Orchard Road, where 15 consultation rooms will house doctors, dieticians and an embryologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the works are a range of BabySmart products such as beverages and cosmetics that are baby-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a 33-year-old single woman for example. When they buy mineral water or makeup, they will buy a BabySmart one - if they are concerned about their egg quality," said Dr Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when BabySmart's all up and running, Dr Wei plans to set up a "clothing-optional fertility resort" in Thailand or Vietnam, where couples will get the most conducive environment and lifestyle for conception. - /il&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth? this people do anything for money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115399943577533343?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115399943577533343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115399943577533343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115399943577533343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115399943577533343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapores-dr-love-gets-egg-and-sperm.html' title='Singapore&apos;s Dr Love gets the egg and the sperm in the mood'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115397178906088338</id><published>2006-07-27T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:43:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Beautiful - I wish</title><content type='html'>I hate the feeling of not being in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who bug me with trivial things that neither of us have to answer to, bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who complain are the people who are capable of changing the situation they are in but choose not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have i repeated that sentence already? You can't deal with it,you fall behind in life. Keep moving FORWARD and stop keeping still and let others rush by you. You only stop in life to admire the beauty of it! not to soak up in the misery that it brings! Your happiness is first and foremost, sought after by yourself! if you choose not to do so, don't blame others for passing you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we all posses the resources that we need,and we have the ability to get what we don't already have,  to do what we want, in whatever aspect of life. So with regards to the first point, quit whining and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything occurs for a reason, either God wants you to learn from it, or he has already planned a route for you to undergo, test the water, push yourself to the limits and come out stronger. Don't look at the world with a tinted lenses that say the world is fucked up. When you set your heart and mind on something, the whole world conspires to help you succeed, its only a matter of you own blardy commitment to your own cause&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115397178906088338?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115397178906088338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115397178906088338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115397178906088338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115397178906088338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/everything-is-beautiful-i-wish.html' title='Everything Is Beautiful - I wish'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115388316181871702</id><published>2006-07-26T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:06:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:20-29</title><content type='html'>4:20 &lt;br /&gt;Observe the opportunity, and beware of evil; and be not ashamed when it concerneth thy soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:21 &lt;br /&gt;For there is a shame that bringeth sin; and there is a shame which is glory and grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:22 &lt;br /&gt;Accept no person against thy soul, and let not the reverence of any man cause thee to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:23 &lt;br /&gt;And refrain not to speak, when there is occasion to do good, and hide not thy wisdom in her beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:24 &lt;br /&gt;For by speech wisdom shall be known: and learning by the word of the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:25 &lt;br /&gt;In no wise speak against the truth; but be abashed of the error of thine ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:26 &lt;br /&gt;Be not ashamed to confess thy sins; and force not the course of the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:27 &lt;br /&gt;Make not thyself an underling to a foolish man; neither accept the person of the mighty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:28 &lt;br /&gt;Strive for the truth unto death, and the Lord shall fight for thee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:29 &lt;br /&gt;Be not hasty in thy tongue, and in thy deeds slack and remiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 &lt;br /&gt;Be not as a lion in thy house, nor frantick among thy servants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:31 &lt;br /&gt;Let not thine hand be stretched out to receive, and shut when thou shouldest repay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115388316181871702?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115388316181871702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115388316181871702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115388316181871702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115388316181871702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/420-29.html' title='4:20-29'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115349341785669112</id><published>2006-07-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:50:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus</title><content type='html'>It has suddenly dawned upon me that i have so little time before i leave for studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session today focused so much on having a propoer farewell. Closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its about time that i start this chapter in my life. Hmm.. the question is, how many people do i have to do closure with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, send me suggestions, names of long lost friends, adversaries, families etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115349341785669112?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115349341785669112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115349341785669112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115349341785669112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115349341785669112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-minus.html' title='T minus'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115329411248812739</id><published>2006-07-19T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:28:32.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to blog about the camp in Indonesia but i'm afraid that i will not be doing so because of the simple fact that everything has been going on so fast that I would rather keep the memory of the camp in my heart. Selfish as it may seem, but it has been a oasis of peace for me in Lembang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-departure course so far has been quite taxing. It's as if we are all on cource. Got book in and book out timings :P . Sometimes in a course, like in OCS or in BMT, you will really wonder whether or not the people truly deserve to be there. this is especially so in PSC's PDC. hmm... it has certainly set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another landmark event that has come to pass is the MOE OBS camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a time to get to know the rest. Franky, it was the first time in half a year that i have enjoyed the outdoor so much. Honestly, it is very hard to adapt back to situation zero for so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them, i feel that i have been working at a level that forces me to think about factors on so deep a level that i tend to ignore the primal problems that we face day to day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its back to basics. I really enjoyed the company of everyone involved. From the distant smiles to the "Bert Bert" haha. although it was kinda spooky for them to suddenly call my name when i'm not looking on P. Ubin, Speaking of which, i have missed P.Ubin for too long, always passing the opportunity to visit her and going for her bigger sister, Tekong, haha... lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of Fighting spirit has certainly been reinforced over the four days that the camp was spread over. Though the activities seem normal ( come on, i'm almost 21, been to the army, what obstacles haven't i done? okok... maybe the last obstacle) haha... i guess that the journey together is what actually counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said in my final reflection that i don't know whether or not i was suppressing my feelings or not, but now that i am in the comfort of home, and having the time to reflect, i guess that i can say that my feelings were real in the camp, even the antagonistic feeling that i had for one MF. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehru. "We Ish Steady Bomp Bi Bi" took us blardy 5 mins to come up with that :P cheers guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/2996843410094287659iGubob_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/2996843410094287659iGubob_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115329411248812739?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115329411248812739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115329411248812739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115329411248812739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115329411248812739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115271508355853001</id><published>2006-07-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:38:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch of NOMIP - my shot at podcasting</title><content type='html'>I tried this after I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;Mr Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://miyagi.sg"&gt;Mr Miyagi&lt;/a&gt;. Thought that it was a good idea for me to do it, since this would be the last national day before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio file for &lt;a href="http://chubbyboy.podomatic.com/enclosure/2006-07-12T07_25_29-07_00.mp3"&gt;NOMIP - I am Singaporean&lt;/a&gt; (MP3 File 2.50MB, Time: 00:02:43)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suscribe &lt;a href="http://chubbyboy.podomatic.com/rss2.xml"&gt;to the podcast here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115271508355853001?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115271508355853001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115271508355853001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115271508355853001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115271508355853001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/launch-of-nomip-my-shot-at-podcasting.html' title='Launch of NOMIP - my shot at podcasting'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115211932408802126</id><published>2006-07-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:08:44.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts the Most</title><content type='html'>I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me &lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out &lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry &lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me &lt;br /&gt;There are days &lt;br /&gt;Every now and again i pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most, was being so close &lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say &lt;br /&gt;And watchin you walk away &lt;br /&gt;Never knowing, what could have been &lt;br /&gt;And not seein that lovin you &lt;br /&gt;Is what i was tryin to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go &lt;br /&gt;But i'm doin it &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone &lt;br /&gt;Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret &lt;br /&gt;But i know if i could do it over &lt;br /&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that i saved in my heart that i left unspoken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most, is being so close &lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say &lt;br /&gt;And watchin you walk away &lt;br /&gt;Never knowing, what could have been &lt;br /&gt;And not seein that lovin you &lt;br /&gt;Is what i was tryin to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most, was being so close &lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say &lt;br /&gt;And watchin you walk away &lt;br /&gt;And never knowing, what could have been &lt;br /&gt;And not seein that lovin you &lt;br /&gt;Is what i was tryin to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not seein that lovin you &lt;br /&gt;that’s what I was tryin to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115211932408802126?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115211932408802126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115211932408802126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115211932408802126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115211932408802126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-hurts-most.html' title='What Hurts the Most'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115194139674708988</id><published>2006-07-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:43:16.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I told You Lately...</title><content type='html'>how sad i have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been an emotional week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have left a chapter in my life and am in the midst of crossing over to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superteen Indonesia kicked ass. Special thanks must go out to all the Paks, Ibus, Ceweks and Cowoks! you rock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel that my life has suddenly been taken out of a harry potter movie. damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super man is gay and he's abit confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) why does he have to fly with his hands forward?&lt;br /&gt;2) why does he always leave the window/door open after he exits? why can't he just close them, and not just fly away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about ST Indo later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115194139674708988?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115194139674708988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115194139674708988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115194139674708988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115194139674708988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-i-told-you-lately.html' title='Have I told You Lately...'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-115063748604048635</id><published>2006-06-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:40:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Igniting that Spark</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a happy father's day to all the daddies out there, always remember that whatever shit you are going through, someone is going through worst... hahaha.. and that at the end of the day.. its all going to be worth it when St Peter lets you through the gates of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, wassup with appointing native speakers of the english language to teach english at our schools? Ang Mohs can speak better english than our local teachers? are we all damned to speaking bad english? damned. better pray that i won't flunk my UET module in NIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was super wild. We started off with 101 students, and the numbers kept decreasing till about 97. Hah! seriously dudes, at such a point in time, you would really have to take a step back and wonder what the hell are some parents thinking. I mean imagine some mother fucka asking US, yes US to go to house and invite her son to come back to the camp. its your son bitch, get your life straight first. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad time for me to be honest. It would be the last camp that i would be doing in Singapore before i leave. it was a good closure in a sense. there were definitely good people to work with. Resources like Sam, Haziq, Sheryl, Jon, Joanne, Alec were a pretty fresh bunch to work with. the seniors , Gillian, Carm and Jess were an added suprise. Of course, there was Ernie, Ken my fellow child prodigy, Gabe and YH. haha... What made it special was that this time for camp, i sought of kept an intentional distance between myself and the campers, and spent more time with the resources. was that wrong? hmm... i really don't know, and i felt that it was time to really groom new resources to take the front, so thats my reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention must go to Dr(soon to be) Sam Yeo, whom i enjoyed thoroughly teasing and making fun of. Haha.. she has a super duper cute pet name from her boyfriend HAHAHAHA....and it is not very often that u get a resource that is about your age, so yeah, as i said sam, it is a good thing that i have met you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq and Jonathan too, were a crazy pair. Imagine you walking into a room and hear shouts and gasps from the two of them ( those kind you associate with blue films), you would get very very terrified. and now we all know what happened to Haziq on the 4th day! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something terrible about myself too! That i find it extremely hard to remove my stereotypes once they have been formed! It's an extremely dangerous thing! imagine me being a teacher and the first thing that i do in my class is to stereotype every single one of them in my class. How shitty can that be? I guess i need to work on that, especially on that thorny issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a parting shot, i would have this in my memory forever man, good people, good job, changing lives. Thanks guys, you made it special for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP1096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP1096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-115063748604048635?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115063748604048635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=115063748604048635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115063748604048635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/115063748604048635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/igniting-that-spark.html' title='Igniting that Spark'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114916020927629816</id><published>2006-06-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:10:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fame and Fortune My Ass</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I think it has come to the time of the month where my hormones start to mellow and i go into a pseudo PMS state. HAHA... no... i did not have a castration, i guess its the time again where everything builds up within me and i decide to spill it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to You're the Inspiration By Chicago, its a song that really reminds me of who we should really strive to be. An inspiration to all, or, as the Hitachi advertisement constantly remind us all, to "Inspire the Next".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to believe that our forms of lives are geared towards that goal, that is to inspire the next generation to fulfil their potential or even to attain a sort of Nirvana, to achieve the ultimate state of goodness and wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does the pursuit of fame and fortune come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we dissect the very drive for the two, we find that there are a whole array of reasons. But how many of us who are caught up in this rat race are actually doing it for the right reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tithing -  how many of us actually do it? I choose not to because i give the reason that i give back to God and society in kind instead of money, at least i do believe that my everyday actions do impact people positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I recall something that my 3 Sgts were telling me when i was still in the army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, you all Christians must give 10% of your pay to your church,  that's why now on the roads you see all the big cars with Amitabha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me think... what was the underlying meaning of what they were trying to say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does riches go with being devout? Or is the relationship inverse? Or does being devout divorce you from the pursuit of riches? If so, then why all the public display of worhsip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we all about? What do we all want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114916020927629816?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114916020927629816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114916020927629816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114916020927629816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114916020927629816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-fame-and-fortune-my-ass.html' title='For Fame and Fortune My Ass'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114907660579156165</id><published>2006-05-31T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:56:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally got off my lazy ass to redo the format of my blog. It has now 3 Columns so that i can put more Stuff! Do check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114907660579156165?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114907660579156165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114907660579156165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114907660579156165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114907660579156165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!!'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114862269574324752</id><published>2006-05-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:51:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful in My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Looks like the previous post could not be read. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... was telling NHH that i was really high and very unsure this few days. Maybe its the impending departure that is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here's the lyrics to a song that I would never dare tell the person that I would like to dedicate it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua Kadison Beautiful In My Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy world&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I tried to find&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;You're my Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;You're my rainbow skies&lt;br /&gt;And my only prayer is that you realize&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will turn&lt;br /&gt;And the seasons will change&lt;br /&gt;And all the lessons we will learn&lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful and strange&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our fill of tears&lt;br /&gt;Our share of sighs&lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is that you realize&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the passing years will show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;From a lifetime of smiles&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace&lt;br /&gt;For one long last while&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about&lt;br /&gt;How time really flies&lt;br /&gt;We won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;'Cause true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the passing years will show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The passing years will show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114862269574324752?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114862269574324752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114862269574324752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114862269574324752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114862269574324752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html' title='Beautiful in My Eyes'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114847973304146274</id><published>2006-05-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:36:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>I am really quite high right now... so i am going to do the unthinkable. Post in CHINESE!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身为一个华人。我觉得很遗憾，因为进年来我没有用心地去修读我的母语。最参的是，以现在的世界潮流看，我发现到华文已经变成了一个很宝贵的语文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从经济上看待，中国人口上一亿，你们可以想象如果能在中国发展的话，成就的机会会有多高 吗 ？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我能够发明一样十分特出的产品,我的收入会有多...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有,所谓的 "修身,齐家,治国, 平天下" 我们应该从自己而开始发挥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告辞.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114847973304146274?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114847973304146274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114847973304146274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114847973304146274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114847973304146274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114836999539281179</id><published>2006-05-23T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:40:45.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Cartoons were real?</title><content type='html'>Simpsons!!! OMG... what if they came to life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmTIjdK41GE" width="250" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114836999539281179?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114836999539281179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114836999539281179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114836999539281179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114836999539281179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-if-cartoons-were-real.html' title='What if Cartoons were real?'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114822213809629379</id><published>2006-05-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:35:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Days Ahead</title><content type='html'>I can't let out too much... but the next few months or so are going to be super exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Achiever's Congress was a Bang. Met with seriously good people. Glad to have shared the experience with Ernie, Ken, Gabe, Hong, Carm, Mel, Aunty Veron, "Auntie" Lina, Jennifer, Alfred, Aunti Dorcas and Uncle Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you earn wages when you can earn a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wise words indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114822213809629379?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114822213809629379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114822213809629379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114822213809629379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114822213809629379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/exciting-days-ahead.html' title='Exciting Days Ahead'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114769734930747212</id><published>2006-05-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:49:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been A Long Day</title><content type='html'>Thank You Carm for so graciously waking me up today, if you didn't, I would have slept PEACEFULLY into the afternoon. And that's besides the fact that i Waited for nearly half an hour for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to LJP that i couldn't keep my lunch date, will make it up k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an embarassing scenario today, damned. Had to ask people for directions to International Plaza when the building was standing right in front of me... but hey... if you don't ask,you won't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gap between the various strata of Singaporeans is widening, i won't comment here right now, but i will continue to observe and post as and when I have more to put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the Singapore Tatler today at the Shenton Medical Group while waiting for my medical checkup... and here's what i feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wouldn't want to be in the magazine although it paints itself as the SOCIAL high point in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The people in it have clearly too much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... some of the things do appeal to me, but seriously dudes, the glitz and glamour that is captured by the Singapore Tatler makes the "social elite" of Singapore look like total Whores.  I won't want to be part of that... I give back to society without having to appear like a whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114769734930747212?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114769734930747212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114769734930747212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114769734930747212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114769734930747212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-has-been-long-day.html' title='It has been A Long Day'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114761832887504006</id><published>2006-05-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:52:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 May</title><content type='html'>Whee... Happy Mother's Day Mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy 4Xth Birthday!!! haha cannot reveal your age on the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... made my FIRST cake today for the woman in my life-- my mum! it was really not too bad, especially when I had such a great teacher! YAM!!!! hahahaha... but the poor thing has SWOLLEN TONSILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u better take care yeah? if not you won't be able to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go for your blind date hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;2) Go to UK! to see LOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;btw, pls send me a photo of the cake pls pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114761832887504006?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114761832887504006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114761832887504006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114761832887504006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114761832887504006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/14-may.html' title='14 May'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114679552284052889</id><published>2006-05-05T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:20:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Mission Force</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have already watched Mission Impossible 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's full of cliffhangers, i was practically gasping for air and i think the seat that i was seating on almost tore due the friction between it and my butt... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do you think the monicker for the organisation that Ethan (Tom Cruise) is working for is reflective of a Factual Organisation? That what it is doing to its beneficiaries is harmful, and that their cause is in fact impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Goes to the Polls Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how exciting can it be when voters vote on who can give them life upgrading and covered walkways. Oooh... how interesting and SHALLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this of MrBrown.com... quite worth a read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I just love some of the suggestions by your readers! You guys are more bo liao than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minority Report: Everybody Runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, Where's My Form?&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Singapore's premier online news service, &lt;a href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=101681.1" target="_blank"&gt;Sammyboy's Al Fresco Coffee Shop&lt;/a&gt; (requires registration):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some film/book titles inspired by the James Gomez Saga:&lt;br /&gt;I Not Submit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel without a Form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Form, the Envelope &amp; the CertificateI had a few of my(Mr Brown's) own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Not Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Form, The Liar and the CCTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Episode 4: Return of the Form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.... anyone else wants to add to the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114679552284052889?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114679552284052889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114679552284052889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114679552284052889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114679552284052889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/impossible-mission-force.html' title='Impossible Mission Force'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114639285874378614</id><published>2006-04-30T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:28:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Shit</title><content type='html'>Whoa Whee... the past few days have been absolutely crazy, and my life has been thrown into a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the events of April 27... sigh... heart break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then April 28&lt;br /&gt;Food and Hospitality Asia 2006&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FOOD!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.... and its was FREE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29&lt;br /&gt;Jules got drunk again! haha... i shall post reflections later... but hey... indulge me by letting me list first k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114639285874378614?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114639285874378614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114639285874378614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114639285874378614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114639285874378614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/crazy-shit.html' title='Crazy Shit'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114614376916462517</id><published>2006-04-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:16:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess its the best choice of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114614376916462517?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114614376916462517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114614376916462517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114614376916462517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114614376916462517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114605212518695785</id><published>2006-04-26T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:48:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listing</title><content type='html'>I'm very bored and very vexed. So I have decided to list down something that I think would in itself, attempt to explain the situations that I am experiencing now. Anyway, do take some time and click on the adverts on the page, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non Smoker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to wear a Bikini, have a decent body, but more importantly, show me that you can actually SWIM!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engage me in thought provoking banter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe in God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making up your mind, not being overly bossy, but assertive, know what you want and how you can get to it, don't ask me for solutions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not whine up the wrong tree (me!), because the people who complain are those who can actually better the situations themselves but they choose not to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be comfortable about being yourself, if you cannot express yourself sufficiently, "FUCKING hell" will do, I will understand how you feel, after all, Fuck is the most used word in expressing emotions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up a hobby. Moping at home is not a hobby. Shopping is not a hobby. BITCHING IS DEFINITELY NOT A HOBBY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAVE DREAMS!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live your Dream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.... well... I am truly bored. Anw, thanks LJP for the briyanni, is this the well to spell it? I think its deadly wrong. HAHA... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, a happy bdae to my Daughter... haha Happi Bdae Joan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114605212518695785?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114605212518695785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114605212518695785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114605212518695785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114605212518695785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/listing_26.html' title='Listing'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114580049137753972</id><published>2006-04-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:54:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for Joy</title><content type='html'>Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know its one week late (this post) but hey bring out the easter eggs anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for doing what i must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114580049137753972?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114580049137753972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114580049137753972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114580049137753972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114580049137753972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-joy.html' title='A time for Joy'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114535907641187875</id><published>2006-04-18T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:17:56.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Been really reflecting on what i have read about the effects of the global economy, and have actually this to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalisation and Colonialism have actually the same roots, haha... free trade vs colonies. They both behave similiarly. Firstly, both seek places where labour and raw materials are cheaper and more readily available than in the home country. Next, both exploit the local populous. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On closer reading however, doesn't this behavior reflect everyone? I mean everyone does everything for various reasons, but the main reasons, is survival, be it financially, physically or any other way. So we as human beings tend to "colonise"other people into doing things that are beneficial to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In buisiness partnerships, even in relationships, the latter can be defined as the satisfaction of a certain desire, say lust, a cure for loneliness or even assurance. It's a sad post i know... but comments please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114535907641187875?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114535907641187875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114535907641187875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114535907641187875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114535907641187875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114499100210867534</id><published>2006-04-14T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:03:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pope: Judas a greedy liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Cindy Wooden4/13/2006&lt;br /&gt;Catholic News Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROME – Judas was a greedy liar who put his desire for money ahead of his relationship with Jesus and his love for God, Pope Benedict XVI said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a week after the National Geographic Society put the sympathetic Gospel of Judas on display, Pope Benedict reasserted the traditional Christian view that Judas betrayed his friend and Lord after the Last Supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The document that went on display in Washington April 6 is a third-century Coptic translation of what had originally been written in Greek before 180. The text portrays Judas as Jesus' closest disciple and says Jesus asked Judas to hand him over to the Roman authorities so that he could fulfill his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during his April 13 homily at the Holy Thursday Mass of the Lord's Supper, Pope Benedict said Judas is the clearest example Christians have of someone who refuses God's saving love.&lt;br /&gt;For Judas, the pope said, "only power and success are real; love does not count."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he is greedy: money is more important than communion with Jesus, more important than God and his love. He also becomes a liar, a double-crosser who breaks with the truth," Pope Benedict said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposefully ignoring the truth, he said, Judas "hardens, becoming incapable of conversion ... and throws away his destroyed life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Tridum is the epitomy of catholicism. You know, actually during the holy thursday mass last night, it was sooooo powerful that i actually hated myself for the bad stuff that i have done for the past year. Damned... it really brings to reality the clichéd "the sould is willing but the flesh is weak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friday... when he died for us... many of you may be enjoying yourself during this "public holiday"but these few days are a damned busy period for me!!! damned! haha... Mel, who is going to be baptized tomorrow feels it for the first time! haha... they should also declare Easter Monday a Holiday man! at least now i have a PAP candidate from my church so i'm keeping my finger crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114499100210867534?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114499100210867534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114499100210867534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114499100210867534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114499100210867534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114490002936407545</id><published>2006-04-13T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:47:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Thursday foot washing about drama of rites, not gender rights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By Leon J. Suprenant Jr.4/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;Catholics United for the Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEUBENVILLE, Ohio (CUF) – The drama of Our Lord’s passion, death, and resurrection comes alive to us through the magnificent Holy Week liturgies. One unique element, not done at any other time of the year, is the washing of feet on Holy Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foot-washing rite calls to mind the episode during the Last Supper in which Our Lord, knowing full well what was going to happen in the ensuing days, laid aside his garments, girded himself with a towel, and washed his apostles’ feet. He taught them by example how they were to exercise leadership in his church – through humble service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, the Holy Thursday rite provides that after the homily the priest, in imitation of Christ, washes the feet of men chosen from the congregation. When done orderly and reverently, this can be a particularly moving ritual, inspiring us to enter more deeply into the sacred liturgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in too many Holy Thursday celebrations, foot washing has become a countersign, pointing to rivalry and power, not unity and service. This happens whenever the attention is taken away from the significance of Christ’s actions and instead is focused on who is (and isn’t) getting their feet washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be candidly admitted that church authorities have opened the door to controversy through the mixed signals that have been given to the faithful and pastors alike.&lt;br /&gt;The rite itself has always specified that men are to have their feet washed. The word used in Latin is viri which refers specifically to adult males, not hominess, which might have been understood, like the expression "human beings," to include both women and men.&lt;br /&gt;Because of ongoing debate on this issue, the Vatican Congregation for Divine Worship and Discipline of the Sacraments (CDWDS), in a 1988 circular letter entitled Paschales Solemnitatis, affirmed that the tradition of washing the feet of “chosen men” should be maintained.&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1996, the U.S. bishops proposed a modification that would allow for the washing of women’s and children’s feet during the Holy Thursday service. This proposal received the necessary support of more than two-thirds of the U.S. bishops, but it still required the formal approval of the Holy See before it could take effect. Such approval has never been given. Meanwhile, the congregation published the latest edition of the Roman Missal in 2002, which still only provides for men to have their feet washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, it’s impossible to please everyone given this ambiguity. In parishes where only men have their feet washed, some complain about the lack of inclusivity and the failure to implement a “directive” of the U.S. bishops. In parishes where women and children have their feet washed, some complain about the illicit practice, which seems to accommodate dissenting elements in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two distinct theologies at work that facilitate this tension. The more traditional theology focuses on the vocation of the priest to serve God’s people in humility. The priest acts in the role of Jesus, while the 12 men serve in the role of the apostles. The priest’s ministry is ordered to serving the laity, and this rite reminds him of his call to serve the flock entrusted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other theology is based on the truth that all the faithful participate in the threefold mission of Christ as priest, prophet, and king. This kingship is exercised through our conquering the kingdom of sin and also through our loving acts of service and mercy. In imitation of Christ, we are all called to “wash others’ feet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latter theology carries the day in most U.S dioceses, where all the faithful – men and women – are allowed to participate in the foot-washing rite. But there’s more to it than that.&lt;br /&gt;There has been in the church in recent decades a relentless push toward opening roles and functions to the broadest number of people. In some contexts, this approach has fostered a greater participation in the life of the church based on our baptismal dignity. At times, however, it has also given momentum to dissident agendas as represented by groups like Call to Action and Voice of the Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having one’s feet washed in the strictest sense does not require “maleness.” This function more closely resembles service as a reader or extraordinary minister of Holy Communion. It is not an instance like preaching a homily or, even more, consecrating the Eucharist, where the necessity of Holy Orders results in the function being closed to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all this, I’d gently offer a two-pronged response. First, I’d respectfully urge that all Catholic dioceses and parishes follow the rubrics as they presently exist, and thereby not permit the washing of women’s feet on Holy Thursday. The point of the Vatican instruction Redemptionis Sacramentum was precisely to foster a joyful adherence to liturgical norms. Even if the washing of women’s feet might be permitted someday, we do well not to impose our own preferences or agendas on the liturgy in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Archbishop (now Cardinal) Sean O’Malley made a “pastoral decision” to allow for the washing of women’s feet in Boston. This much-publicized development did not, as some have implied, signal a change in the church’s law. The general norm that only men’s feet be washed is still in effect and should be observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, while it’s theoretically possible for the church to allow women to have their feet washed on Holy Thursday, it’s far from clear that it’s fitting to do so. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;The rite provides a visual representation, or “icon,” of what happened at the Last Supper as recorded in the Gospel of John. One can imagine the reaction to altering a painting of the Last Supper to make a statement about social or gender equality. Even if the statement were just, the alteration of the icon is not. The liturgy simply is not the place for this type of tinkering, even for the best of motives. The Da Vinci Code phenomenon shows how easily false representations of our Catholic heritage, even when couched as fiction, can mislead and confuse the faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Thursday in a singularly pre-eminent way celebrates the institution of the ordained priesthood and the Eucharist, which are inseparably related. It’s neither a historical accident nor sex discrimination that the apostles happened to be men. It’s also no coincidence that the apostles’ successors have only chosen men to lay down their lives for the church, the bride of Christ, as ordained ministers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given all the special considerations before us in the aftermath of last year’s Synod of Bishops on the Eucharist – the decline in eucharistic belief, the shortage of priests in many places, the need for a renewed understanding and appreciation of the priesthood in light of recent scandals, and a generalized confusion when it comes to gender roles – it doesn’t seem like a good idea to obscure the rite’s specific, historical context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, the “sign value” of choosing a representative cross-section of the parish community – including women and children – could easily be misinterpreted as indicating that the church is now more democratic than apostolic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot washing is about rites, not rights. The rite is not about whose feet get to be washed, but about the priest’s call to exercise authority in imitation of his divine master, who came not to be served, but to serve.&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;Leon J. Suprenant Jr. is the president of Catholics United for the Faith (CUF) and Emmaus Road Publishing and the publisher of Lay Witness magazine, all based in Steubenville, Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114490002936407545?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114490002936407545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114490002936407545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114490002936407545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114490002936407545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-thursday.html' title='Holy Thursday'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114485326601581630</id><published>2006-04-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:50:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives</title><content type='html'>"The massive effort to industrialize the developing world in the years since WW 2 was not motivated by purely philanthropic considerations, but by the need to bring the developing world into the orbit of the Western trading system in order to create an ever expanding market for the west's goods and services and to gain a source of cheap labour and raw materials for its industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the goal of colonialism, especially during its last phase which started in the 1870s. For that reason, there is a striking continuity between the colonial era and the era of development, both in the methods used to achieve their common goal and in the social and ecological consequences of applying them. With the development of the global economy, we are entering a new era of corporate colonialism that could be more ruthless than the colonialism that preceeded it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edward Goldsmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts you think are influenced by the books you read. Interesting to note that very few media actually publish this trend of thought. Conspiracy perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114485326601581630?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114485326601581630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114485326601581630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114485326601581630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114485326601581630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/perspectives.html' title='Perspectives'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114476782815701961</id><published>2006-04-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:03:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What??? ver 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman, 82, Gets Ticket for Slow Crossing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOS ANGELES - An 82-year-old woman received a $114 ticket for taking too long to cross a street. Mayvis Coyle said she began shuffling with her cane across Foothill Boulevard in the San Fernando Valley when the light was green, but was unable to make it to the other side before it turned red. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said the motorcycle officer who ticketed her on Feb. 15 told her she was obstructing traffic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think it's completely outrageous," said Coyle, who described herself as a Cherokee medicine woman. "He treated me like a 6-year-old, like I don't know what I'm doing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los Angeles police Sgt. Mike Zaboski of the Valley Traffic Division said police are cracking down on people who improperly cross streets because pedestrian accidents are above normal. He said he could not comment on Coyle's ticket other than to say that it is her word against that of the citing officer, identified only as Officer Kelly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'd rather not have angry pedestrians," Zaboski said. "But I'd rather have them be alive."&lt;br /&gt;Others, however, supported Coyle's contention that the light in question doesn't give people enough time to cross the busy, five-lane boulevard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can go halfway, then the light changes," said Edith Krause, 78, who uses an electric cart because she has difficulty walking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Friday, the light changed too quickly even for high school students to make it across without running. It went from green to red in 20 seconds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Councilwoman Wendy Greuel said she has asked transportation officials to figure out how to accommodate elderly people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We should look at those areas with predominantly seniors and accommodate their needs in intersections" she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said... WTF???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114476782815701961?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114476782815701961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114476782815701961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114476782815701961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114476782815701961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-ver-3.html' title='What??? ver 3'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114467486597149829</id><published>2006-04-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:14:25.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trans</title><content type='html'>I must admit that i seriously did not know that there was a difference between a Transvestite and a Transsexual .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former is when u cross dress? so what's the difference between a cross dresser and a tranny? or are they the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter is one that has undergone sex change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transamerica was quite good...it did cover some of the more interesting themes, which i guess many Singaporeans are not exposed to. Point being, not many of us actually recognise that these people do have to overcome the struggles they have to face within. But one uncomfortable part of the movie was the focus on gay sex and on gay porn flicks! OMG! let me get this straight... no pun intended.... but guy on guy? Eeks...!!!!  Go natural! muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114467486597149829?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114467486597149829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114467486597149829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114467486597149829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114467486597149829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/trans.html' title='Trans'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114408043375317202</id><published>2006-04-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:07:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gifted Bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real long trip since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to LJP: i would agree with your stand on shaven armpits. GOD DAMNED GALS! do something about those! haha.. especially for those schools with sleeveless uniforms! Haha... both independant schools within the Bukit Timah District!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hougang Secondary has been real fun to be at! 4e1 ~ 4e5! guys you are the best! its has been a pleasure to work with you for the three days of the program! also... thank you to Mrs Cheng and Mrs Koh, the latter of which share the same malcolm road roots as I. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guys... hope you did learn something from the 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's Dr Ernest Wong ( He's really nice!), Ken (the SUPER nice one, aka our friend ;))), Gabriel (aka the Cute one), Phillebert (aka the SUPER brainy and Cute one - as in adorable cute)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OooOOo!! And Phillebert was sooo nice to hug!! hahah.. =P And I had 2 hugs from him! Wuahaha. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!! since when did i become a carebear??? omg... must really start losing weight! but c'mon i do pull ups before meals and i SWIM! but thank you for the compliment!i will bear that i mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only haf one picture of you guys! cos i took ONE with my handphone... so don't blame me for being biased! if you want me to post, send them to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/Img0BA9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ken would comment: See lah?! see... i told you you were like that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;_L_ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha... anyway... i realli hafta post the next pic... thanks to Jessie for sending it to me!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/STJB135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hanging for dear life in JB... i'm 4 stories UP!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114408043375317202?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114408043375317202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114408043375317202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114408043375317202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114408043375317202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/04/gifted-bunch.html' title='A Gifted Bunch'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114325826802161880</id><published>2006-03-25T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:44:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>With reference to my last post, i wonder how many of you would agree/disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, many a times, when we are on the bus, when we observe students in uniform, it does paint quite a clear picture. I do not mean to be discrimatory, but there is a clear difference.&lt;br /&gt;Between what we call the Independant schools, the Autonomous Schools, the SAP schools and the others. Has society already ingrain in our students how they should behave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being racist or biased against a school, but you will agree with me that some bus rides that run through certain places are extremely hard to sit through. To be fair, TIBS servce 190 that runs from choa chu kang to dohby ghaut. You can really sense the difference in the aura as the bus passes from place to place. It is as if you have crossed into another reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge to myself is this: when i am a teacher, i would bring out the best in my students, both academically and otherwise. Fuck. these people better buck up or face whatever shit society throws at you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114325826802161880?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114325826802161880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114325826802161880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114325826802161880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114325826802161880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114316734407619654</id><published>2006-03-24T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:29:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the difference between you and I</title><content type='html'>One thing you get from working with learning mastery is that you get to see an entire strata of students. You get to see top students from Chinese High and Dunman High and you get to the rest of the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the difference between these two groups of students? Really. Besides PSLE results, and geographical (not really) displacements, each of us has two eyes, one nose and a mouth. Been to Hougang Secondary School for the last Superteen TM Workshop. This batch was the 4E1 and 4E2 one, but amazingly, when asked who wanted to get 8 As, none!!! Guys, what is holding you all back? Statistically, you are actually at the winning end! Its a matter of mindset. Whose fault is it? The School? Parents? or Society? Fuck... why must our society be elitist? Is the meaning of meritocracy shifting towards elitism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Smith believed that the market system (akin to Singaore's) is the least discriminating type of system where king and subject have an "equal"say. But opponents to this view rebutt by saying that economic clout could transform into political clout, hence negating the system in the long run... is this happening in our society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also said that the people who often defines the next generation are the children of the current parents who are in the upper middle class. Reason being, they have views from both sides, Firstly, their parents can afford them a decent education, Secondly, these children are in the position to see what the upper classes enjoy and hence work towards it. Damned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114316734407619654?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114316734407619654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114316734407619654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114316734407619654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114316734407619654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-difference-between-you-and-i.html' title='What is the difference between you and I'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114285694842113141</id><published>2006-03-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:18:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koochi Farts Rocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from JB! hah! and that means the end of the School holidays for one and all!!! muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Superteen Camp in JB was FUNTASTIC!!! haha... it was conducted at the glorius AUSTIN HILL GOLF RESORT! OMG.... the room was FREAKING huge! i could host 4 mahjong tables in there with space for onlookers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the not the point, the point was that this marked the first camp which it is a deliberate camp for Both Singaporeans and our Malaysian Friends. And what a success it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now bears so much fond memories. It was indeed an eye opener to have worked with the success Resources! Jesslyn, Shirlyn, Jessie, Ong and Chong! Wow.... hehehe thanks for the memories guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, shouts to Ernie, Ken and Gabe! To Gabe! it was a good first time eh? Don't worry about it, you did really fine! And to the usual gang of Ernie and Ken, was great to have worked with you as always! Yehong too!!! Who could imagine the four of us in the room could Shit, Shower, Bath and Brush Teeth at the same time! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants did make my week really sweet, Koochi Farts like SHANE certainly did make my day good... imagine a ten year old coming up to you and asking what is SEX? well... what could i answer him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Guys... Great Working with YER! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Great Job Done Guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114285694842113141?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114285694842113141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114285694842113141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114285694842113141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114285694842113141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/koochi-farts-rocked.html' title='Koochi Farts Rocked'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114165297594214648</id><published>2006-03-06T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:49:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Told My...</title><content type='html'>How interesting can your day get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First... the OSCARS!!! whooo.... Zhang Ziyi and JESSICA ALBA!!!! OMG... i daresay, two of the sexiest people alive! I know this may sound politically incorrect, but zhang ZIYI is HOT!!!! haha... yeah you people can go on about hows she's a bitch and all... _!_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes... two people from two different continents but one same thing. Hot... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Keira Knightly was looking quite good too... yea she's brit, but LJP, TOM FELTON doesn't count as a hot brit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Lee Ang aka ANG LEE wth... two surnames in a name, ancestors confused? or is it a case or parental confusion? Muahahah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114165297594214648?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114165297594214648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114165297594214648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114165297594214648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114165297594214648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-told-my.html' title='So I Told My...'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114139877880761756</id><published>2006-03-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:12:58.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it Goes</title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging for quite a while now. Been settling quite a number of stuff. Like winding down from Army life. Blardy Hell... THC.. farking troublesome. Better change before the guys send you down some chimney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winding down is not that hard. The hardest thing you would ever feel is the fact that you will not have the four figure sum on the 10th of every month. Damned. They don't give you any pay for the last month of service. Blardy TARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo You to LJP. What happened to "let's do march camp" screw off... no hong kong sourvenior can make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. cheers to all my peeps who got their A levels results. Hopefully they are all A-okay. haha... i do know that NJC results were pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, pretty shitty week for our dear Bushy... &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/fc/us/hurricane_katrina"&gt;videos &lt;/a&gt;showing him being briefed before Katrina struck with him not bothering to ask any questions and appearing calm and resolute that the country was prepared for the onslaught. Oh how wrong he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny story for the week would be the Beijing Government trying to teach their citizens &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/china/story/0,,1721409,00.html?gusrc=rss"&gt;etiquette&lt;/a&gt; in the light of the fact that they would be hosting the 2008 Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anti-spitting volunteers are already handing out small "spit bags" in which people can deposit their saliva. Ms Zhang has given etiquette lectures at local universities. More than 2m guidebooks to good manners are being distributed, and police have launched a "mobile command car", equipped with a satellite link and two rotating video cameras. Costing more than £70,000, it is meant to spot spitters and present them with video evidence to back up their 50 yuan (£3.50) fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about NHH's situation for the past few days of so. Maybe we are along the same line of thought, that's why got some kind of connections. Haha... but i guess i am proud of the fact that you managed to summon enough courage to do what you did. At least you could let go... Not many people could do that. A fish is a fish, no matter how big it is, it is still a singular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When hope is crushed, the heart is crushed, but a wish come true fills you with joy - Proverbs 12:12"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the season of Lent. Time for some thinking and reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey to &lt;a href="http://www.juzquiverndie.blogspot.com"&gt;Flea&lt;/a&gt; too! Happy touching dead bodies manz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114139877880761756?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114139877880761756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114139877880761756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114139877880761756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114139877880761756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-it-goes.html' title='So it Goes'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114065228002428635</id><published>2006-02-23T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:51:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallaby Part II</title><content type='html'>Hello from the Library of La Trobe University!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying extremely hard to blend in as a student in this school. Not very hard though. Haha... its been such a long time since I have ever stepped in a school, so yea, pretty alienated. Most of you would most probably be asking yourself wth am i doing in an aussie uni. Reason is pretty simple and rather dumb. Accompanied flea to get her admin stuff settled and I missed my bus ride back!!! So instead of wasting my time waiting at the bus stop, i decided to take the risk of entering the school library to check out the books. Pretty cool stuff they have here, and the place reminds me of the old SJI library. Cosy and Warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight here was quite horrid, Blardy British Airways. Seats were cramped and the cushioning were pretty limp. Why didn't we take SQ? Sigh. Missed my krisworld when i was up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw... before i left, there was pretty much hype on the NYP sex vid. I know its rather old news but maybe you could bear with me on this issue? I've seen the clip, partly due to my own curiosity, and partly due to the availability of the clip/s on my collegues' handphones. Its quite a pity though, to see such a young girl getting what she is getting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the newspaper report, hackers from NYP actually hacked into the school's databases and distributed the initimate details of her contacts blah blah blah. So can you imagine the kind of calls/sms this girl would be getting? Considering the fact that many if no the majority of Singaporean guys are PIGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last point of SGP Guys being Pigs is largely founded on the kind of forum postings on the internet. A sensitive person would probably post something like how such things are unfortunate blah blah blah. But these guys are actually commenting on the clip and how cute/fugly the girl/guy in the clip are! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a post that left a deep impression, it goes " it's gross. The girl looks like she was forced into it. Maybe its blackmail? and the guy looks like a typical beng." WAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. Be more sensitive, how would you feel if that girl in the clip was someone related to you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114065228002428635?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114065228002428635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114065228002428635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114065228002428635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114065228002428635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/wallaby-part-ii.html' title='Wallaby Part II'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-114034099719324152</id><published>2006-02-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:23:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting Memories</title><content type='html'>Absolutely Sorry for the rather sparse posting these few weeks. Rather than describing what i have gone through for the period of absence, let me just list the events that have taken place and maybe i shall comment later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sentosa TD Day not too bad&lt;br /&gt;2. CNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Explorally&lt;br /&gt;4. Promotion!&lt;br /&gt;5. 13km Run/Walk&lt;br /&gt;6. Franz Ferdinand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 6 came as a suprise actually, went for the experience but was further suprised by the quality of the music. The sound system was quite a letdown though, but the music was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote to NHH, as promised, if you do get into the final 16 of SI.. you must remember the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am your friend, so are Phil and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;2. You owe me $$$&lt;br /&gt;3. I know your darkest secrets ( or i can probably come up with several kinky ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so be nice to me and i will support you each week with $10 worth of calls muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many thanks to YAM!!! who made my search for a nice present so much more less stressful. The cakes are absolutely gorgeous!!! For those of you out there who are really into nice cakes (they both look and taste good) please contact &lt;a href="mailto:pzhiwen@gmail.com"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt; for YAM's Contact!!!! btw, she's SINGLE too!! Don't blame me yam, your sis asked me to help you scout for cute guys! haha so there you go. Sweet cakes with an absolutely sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now i guessed, i'm totally zonked. Am going to Wallaby Land on 210206 to visit the Fleawoman who did rather well for her exams... so there... flea... 40kg worth of your wishlist is coming along with us. Better thank god for such parents, if i were to be coming alone, i wouldn't bother. Haha... but anyway, Congrats, we are proud of yer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-114034099719324152?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114034099719324152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=114034099719324152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114034099719324152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/114034099719324152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/revisiting-memories.html' title='Revisiting Memories'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113931867203941481</id><published>2006-02-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:24:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking is a Part of Life</title><content type='html'>It's very entertaining to actually realise the kind of change a person goes through in life. Real funny. I would quote many an episode but a soccer game with guys from my coy brought some insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told from young that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it is wrong to curse and swear and&lt;br /&gt;2) using God's name in vain is the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, have you ever stopped one day to take note of how we blatantly and conviently break those rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... maybe you would disagree but here i go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever swear/curse word that we will ever come into contact to would be "shit". As far as i remember, the word "shit"couldn't even be said on national TV, especially in the "civilised" world, or at least that was how i remembered it. If you don't believe me, go look for the Southpark episode where they actually have a counter at the bottom of the screen that actually counts the number of times the profanity is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, the meanest and baddest thing we could ever articulate was SHIT and its variants like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT YOU LAHZ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO EAT SHIT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea. btw stupid and idiots aren't swear words so they do not count.&lt;br /&gt;As we progressed towards upper primary school, we would have at one point or another come into contact with various profanities, more often than not, profanities about certain body parts in the chinese dailect, Hokkien. For the sake of Convenience and being truly an esoteric Singaporean thing, i shall refer to these swear words as CB, LJ, KNN (NB, BCCB), you get the meaning yeah? But somehow or rather, we never mustered enough courage to use these words on anybody and for that fact, dared to even mental swear it, it was totally beyond our OB. Until now, the meanest thing about God was "Oh my GOD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from THE definitive BOY SCHOOL in Singapore. Yeah sure, go on with the co-ed is better debate, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys being boys, there was absolutely no restrictions when we lashed out at each other. Each trying to outperform the other with either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a cooler way to say the word or&lt;br /&gt;2) a absolutely new variant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this point in time, the F word made its way surely and slowly into our vocabulary. Haha... so everything was F lahz. hahaha. It could be said that it is the most commonly used word with the most suggested meaning. You could basically use the same word to express every single known feeling! Damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo Hoo... here comes the best part. ARMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean aye? hahahhaha. Its the language of the army! especially CSMs. Fwoa... no reason also use. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a real long entry. Not a bore i hope. if it does sound boring, here's a real &lt;a href="http://singleserves.blogspot.com/"&gt;juicy&lt;/a&gt; website for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113931867203941481?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113931867203941481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113931867203941481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113931867203941481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113931867203941481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/tracking-is-part-of-life.html' title='Tracking is a Part of Life'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113880599492414796</id><published>2006-02-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:59:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affairs Affairs Affairs</title><content type='html'>No one told me it was so hard. One simple thing. Is it me? or does the current prevailing circumstance doesn't allow me to express what i truly feel? I want the best of everything, but the world is freaking unfair and small. You can only take that amount of candies from the candy jar. WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113880599492414796?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113880599492414796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113880599492414796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113880599492414796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113880599492414796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/02/affairs-affairs-affairs.html' title='Affairs Affairs Affairs'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113871286236832352</id><published>2006-01-31T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:07:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Little Children in the World Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless my friendsreading this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ask You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain,give them Your peace and mercy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there is self doubting, release arenewed confidence towork through them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength asthey learn submission to Your leading. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renewthem by revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with You. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release tothem Your courage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there is a sin blocking them, reveal it and break its hold over my friend's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bless their finances, give them greater vision,and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Give each of them discernment torecognize the evil forces around them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ask You to do these things in Jesus' name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113871286236832352?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113871286236832352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113871286236832352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113871286236832352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113871286236832352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-little-children-in-world-today_31.html' title='All the Little Children in the World Today'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113854200703552477</id><published>2006-01-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:43:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Happy Lunar New Year to Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Things Come Through ( wan shi ru yi)&lt;br /&gt;Step Step High Rise ( Bu Bu Gao Sheng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea. Many Hi's to my beloved sista!!! who is in Aussie land facing off with the heat of the summer and blazing forest fires. your ang baoz are MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gone quite wrong these past few days, starting with the shitty thurday and friday. Traffic Guys you know about it. Thank God for giving me such wonderful people to work with. You guys definitely show the organisation that we are one hella bunch of people who can be deployed anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a clip of RIDERS ON THE STORM!!!Cheers to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbSsi72KgPc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbSsi72KgPc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first rider is moi!!! and pls ignore the comments if you can. It was best if u din understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was that bitch Lucky who took a bite out of my father's foot. Damned Bitch. Had to launch into Ambulance Driver mode for the entire night, this was after i did not have sleep for the last 2 days. Wtf&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's a good omen tho. anw, hi to LOU!!! who is stuffing herself with ba kwa muahaha. Killer pork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113854200703552477?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113854200703552477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113854200703552477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113854200703552477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113854200703552477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113784467920218346</id><published>2006-01-21T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:08:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Sh*t</title><content type='html'>Greetings from a cool and rainy saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my dinner, and usual friendly banter with my parents, and that irky subject came up again. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what i really want to say tonight is this! Singaporeans are weird. We are supposed to be progressing to a somewhat more gracious society, but how far have we come since the 1960s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans really do not know how to respond to good behavior. Really. Take for example, at a macdonald's restaurant. When i say thank you to the auntie behind the counter, she goes "huh?" wat?! you mean you haven't heard any of your customers saying thank you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, when i am finished with my meal, i usually clear the tray personally, or i will bring it to the staff near the bin, where he will naturally take it from me. But before that natural act shows, he will give me this weird face, like "WTF are you doing with a tray of rubbish? leave it on the table.'damned it man. next time i see such looks, i will dump that tray full of shit on the floor and walk away, maybe you people are used to such behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being polite and helpful? haven't seen anyone being scarcely polite before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... i'm sorry to sound sexist right here, but my conversation with SGT Jack led us both to the same conclusion, when it comes to marriage, or the plans leading up to marriage, the female kind can get real sticky man. I mean, when a guy tells you he feels he is not financially ready, he means for the good of both of you, don't go accusing him of not wanting to get married. So much for sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, sensitivity doesn't mean "ooohhh... you are crying, here's a shoulder" GOD DAMNED no! it means having the SENSE to do what is right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... enuff said, cheers to Fidz and Quek for spending the saturday morning with me in camp. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers also to my dearest daughter joan, who is distracting me with her nice smiley photos haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=MTtZdwRRlRE"&gt;Something&lt;/a&gt; that You could Enjoy. The Real Reasons for the War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/vlcsnap-2644.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/vlcsnap-2644.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113784467920218346?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113784467920218346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113784467920218346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113784467920218346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113784467920218346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird-sht.html' title='Weird Sh*t'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113774982963889569</id><published>2006-01-20T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:39:35.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What???!!!! ver 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments on this later. sleep comes first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113774982963889569?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113774982963889569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113774982963889569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113774982963889569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113774982963889569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-ver-2.html' title='What???!!!! ver 2'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113750408737087744</id><published>2006-01-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:21:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Come to Share Our Story</title><content type='html'>Hello! its been such a long time since i blogged. Not Suprising, since I have been having 14 hours work days! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, congratulations to Yam, who finally got herself a job! *claps*. Hey, though it may be paying peanuts compared to what you had with the first one, its way way more stable and legal! those with the dirty minds, shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i come to terms with my impending ORD, i would have to look back and actually question the stuff that i have picked up along the way. Yes, there are the so called 'values'that were supposed to be put in place, but how much are these values worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "ambition" can mean so many things. Its basically and essentially, the drive to succeed. I read in a recent issue of Times which tried to pin down the exact reason why some people succeed and why others fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, its about Nurture Vs Nature. Really. How you are brought up, who you come into contact with, and very banally, LUCK. One thing that disturbs me is this. According to the article, People are catergorized into 4 main classes in society. The destitute, the poor who can get by but are struggling, the upper middle class and the upper classes. An interesting note is this. Most of the success stories in the world today come from people who grew up in upper middle class families. Doesn't that make the majority of Singaporean kids potentially exhorbitantly successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why most singaporean kids don't succeed is this. Our Society. Its kinda screwed. Fortunately or Unfortunately, Singaporeans do not want to rock the boat. This attitude is everywhere. The Corporations, The Schools (particulary NJC, i am not afraid to tell the truth),The Army etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the excellent chance to read an undergraduate text on the "folly of rewarding". It is assumed that the profit seeking entrepreneur seeks potential employees that would further add to his profits. Hence, each new employee would have to incease profits somehow, either by improving on a process already in place, or by inventing another better one. either way, each new employee is employed on the basis that he has the potential to innovate and invent. However, due to either the lack of knowledge, or the lack of communication between the management or both, these employees think they are actually being paid for carrying out what is already in place. Hence there is no invention or innovation, just repetition. Rocking the boat earns you the wrath of your fellow colleagues and your immediate superior who would think that you are after his job. So, before your idea even reaches realisation, or even be brought up to your big boss, you are already on your way out of the company.&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why Singaporeans cannot make it big except for Osim and Creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, the new Osim Igallop is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less serious note, am thinking about the tarot reading of LJP (eh your initials damned vulgar lahz, i prefer LZP), quite funny, maybe it can be worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113750408737087744?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113750408737087744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113750408737087744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113750408737087744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113750408737087744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-have-come-to-share-our-story.html' title='We Have Come to Share Our Story'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113724649686308676</id><published>2006-01-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:48:16.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Back Soon</title><content type='html'>I know i havent been posting for a long time. Sorry about that.. but i have been drained for a long time. Will continue to update you all when i get my cam back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113724649686308676?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113724649686308676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113724649686308676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113724649686308676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113724649686308676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-back-soon.html' title='Be Back Soon'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113664766050864413</id><published>2006-01-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:27:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Haha... the new year really does bring with it some new perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dismissal of the catechuments, we sing the song with the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"may he( JESUS!) be your light in darkness, as you walk the path of faih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... are you damning faith as a path of darkness? i mean i do know the cliché about faith is believing in what cannot be scientifically proven as accurate, such as the beginnig of the world et al, but path of darkness? isn't it a bit too far fetched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next....&lt;br /&gt;my ever idol like Rev Father John Paul Tan mentioned that "faith formation is too important to be left to parents!'whoa. talk about political suicide. Way to go Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did this with photoshop, was trying a new method, instead of the usual clone tool, check it out, and tag ur comments will yer? be a dear :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/Compare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/320/Compare.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113664766050864413?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113664766050864413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113664766050864413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113664766050864413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113664766050864413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting-thoughts.html' title='Interesting Thoughts'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113629282847089613</id><published>2006-01-03T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:53:48.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell</title><content type='html'>It kinda sux that you have to bid someone farewell at such an early stage into the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to say Thank You Alwin for all the memories that you have brought us. To the guys, you have always been someone who is firm and strict, yet at the same time, able to listen to their problems and help them solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Me, you're like an older brother, always there to give advice on how to approach stuff. As i said to you, rank doesn't always count, experience does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all the best to your new posting, we will all miss yer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113629282847089613?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113629282847089613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113629282847089613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113629282847089613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113629282847089613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-long-farewell.html' title='So Long, Farewell'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113611789193267026</id><published>2006-01-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:44:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2006</title><content type='html'>Happy Ney Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 has given way to 2006! all hopes and dreams are born anew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Thanks to Grace, Lou, Lucas, Yam, Dale, Cheryl, Phil, Jo and Nic for making NYE so memorable. If i still had the photos of the fireworks over the esplanade, i would have posted them, but its a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new beginnings, how would the story unfurl?&lt;br /&gt;haha... reflections would come later i guess, i havent been sleeping for the last 3 nights, so yea. Cheers to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP0579.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113611789193267026?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113611789193267026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113611789193267026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113611789193267026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113611789193267026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-2006.html' title='Welcome 2006'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113600650633995015</id><published>2005-12-31T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:21:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Thing, Coincidence Is</title><content type='html'>4 very different people, with ONE simple and exact thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mummy&lt;br /&gt;2. Flea&lt;br /&gt;3. Carm&lt;br /&gt;4. LZP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113600650633995015?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113600650633995015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113600650633995015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113600650633995015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113600650633995015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/scary-thing-coincidence-is.html' title='Scary Thing, Coincidence Is'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113587597100942667</id><published>2005-12-30T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:06:11.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NMIP 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A passionate kiss is like a spider web. Both lead to the undoing of fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed this off Huiping's MSN nick. Who's the lucky guy man? hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113587597100942667?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113587597100942667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113587597100942667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113587597100942667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113587597100942667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/nmip-2.html' title='NMIP 2'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113577820927309749</id><published>2005-12-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:56:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glam Vs Unglam</title><content type='html'>Evening from Eunos...&lt;br /&gt;im so blogging from a GLAM platform. MS " i can drink more one than shot of tequila" Pigolow Kaur's I BOOK!!! i'm totally not used to the keyboard. Hi to daniel, tony, carm and the above mentioned mammal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would post pictures but there aint camera right here at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope to be home before 11. Prestige Guards Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113577820927309749?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113577820927309749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113577820927309749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113577820927309749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113577820927309749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/glam-vs-unglam.html' title='Glam Vs Unglam'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113565658264597796</id><published>2005-12-27T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:09:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legs Hurting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is the Flagrant Impractibility of High Heeled Shoes that make them so fascinating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who said that but yeah. key word = Impractibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men invented heels circa 1500 to keep their feet from slipping out of their stirrups while riding. By 1533, both men and women throughout the French courts were wearing heels of varying styles and heights, some as high as 5", even for men. This continued for approximately 250 years, migrating to a lesser extent as a style for both sexes to other countries, before the style was relegated primarily to women's wear in the late 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As early as the the late fifteenth century, horsemen grew tired of their feet slipping out of their stirrups, which were little more than loops of leather hung from the saddle. As the soft stirrup gave way to the hard stirrup, for reasons of quicker mounting and dismounting during battle, an additional problem was encountered in that the hard stirrup was much more tiring and damaging to the rider's feet during longer rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious solution was to design a leather shoe with a thicker sole that supported the rider's weight, distributing the pressure from the stirrups over more of the bottom of the rider's feet. But this solution didn't solve the problem of the rider's feet slipping forward in the stirrups, often with comical, if not tragic results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobblers had been adding thin, flat heels to shoes by this time, as a pair of leather shoes was very expensive, and both soles and heels were developed to protect the owner's comfort and investment by increasing the long-term durability of the shoe and distributing uneven pressures from rough terrain more evenly over the owners' feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riders and cobblers worked together to develop the "rider's heel," which extended approximately 1-1/2" down. The leading edge was canted forward to help grip the stirrup, while the trailing edge was canted forward to prevent the elongated heel from catching on underbrush or rock while backing up, such as in on-foot combat. These design features are still in use today in riding boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple riding heel gave way to a more stylized heel over its first three decades, during which time military uniforms became more stylized, particularly among the nobility, for whom style equated with societal status. Beginning with the French, heel heights among men crept up, often becoming higher and thinner, until they were no longer useful while riding, but were relegated to "court-only" wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1533, more than three decades after the male French nobility began wearing heels, the diminuitive wife (Catherine de Medicis) of one man (Duke of Orleans) commissioned a cobbler to fashion her a pair of heels, both for fashion, and to increase her stature. This was the first recorded (written) record of the high-heeled shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been said by some that Da'Vinci was the inventor of the high heel. While he may have designed a heel or two in his day, the truth is that it really was invented due to military necessity. High-heeled fashion quickly caught on with the fashion-men and women of French court, and spread to other pockets of nobility in other countries. Both men and women continued wearing heels as a matter of noble fashion throughout the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the French Revolution drew near, in the late 1700s, the practice of wearing heels drew to a close, as the term "well-heeled" became synonymous with opulent wealth, and could incur the ire of the public at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout most of the 1800s, flats and sandals were the normative style for both sexes, but the heel resurfaced in fashion during the late 1800's, almost exclusively among women. Since the early 1900s, high heel design has run the gamut of styles. While today's fashions favor pointed toes, most styles that have appeared over the last century remain available in one form or another, along with a plethora of newer styles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many reasons why women desire to wear heels, including&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the change in angle of the foot with respect to the lower leg shortens and accentuates the calves &lt;br /&gt;2.they make the woman appear taller &lt;br /&gt;3.one's legs look longer, and therefore more sensuous &lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;the change in gait and posture thrusts the buttocks backwards, and causes the hips sway more - both strong sexual signs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.many heels, particularly sandals, make the sole of the foot visible, also a strong sexual sign&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;strong&gt;stiletto heels appear to some as a phallic symbol&lt;/strong&gt; ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... u can't always blame women now can u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113565658264597796?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113565658264597796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113565658264597796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113565658264597796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113565658264597796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/legs-hurting.html' title='Legs Hurting?'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113560996046162243</id><published>2005-12-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:08:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time in the City</title><content type='html'>Merry Xmas to one and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas would never be the same without good movies. Lucky for this year, The Chronicles of Narnia did help to save it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really wonderful xmas. Flea is back, and i did get to spend some good time wif HK... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im down in the red with regards to vit M!!! wahaha... Santa! another present pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... another reason why xmas was so cool was Klug! Carm's Dog! Aiyoz... she's so cute... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/DSC05074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/DSC05074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute rite? don't worry, i didn't mistreat it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113560996046162243?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113560996046162243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113560996046162243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113560996046162243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113560996046162243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-time-in-city.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time in the City'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113541674174127476</id><published>2005-12-24T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:32:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I do Care to Find out And Remember</title><content type='html'>Haha.... the following is a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joan has a nice smile&lt;br /&gt;2. Joan cannot play Air Hockey&lt;br /&gt;3. Joan gets away with anything&lt;br /&gt;4. Joan got away with smashing the Air Hockey Puck into the head of a guy 10 Meters away from the table by smiling at him. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;5. NJC is a place where God doesn't smile, neither do the sun shine there.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nydia is a good cook. But don't tell her this.&lt;br /&gt;7. Nydia's parents cannot be blamed for the way she turned out. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK check this out. Singapore's Changi Airport is known to be the best airport in the world. Obviously best doesn't mean proficient in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/Img080C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/Img080C.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, "toilet cleaning"is a hazard in Singapore, hmmm... are the cleaners that bad? hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113541674174127476?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113541674174127476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113541674174127476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113541674174127476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113541674174127476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-that-i-do-care-to-find-out-and.html' title='Things That I do Care to Find out And Remember'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113526056106058683</id><published>2005-12-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:15:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fellowship of The Ring</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since the fellowship had publicly exhibited its unity and display its ability to perform in front of the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom do people see their commanders do the things that we did today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the fellowship! Congrats to the incoming PSOs... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Family day at Wild Wild West was rather ok. Didn't expect much given the budget that was allocated to us. But we did enjoy it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do a bunch of 20 somethings do? (SF, you may be interested in this part haha.) well, we try to act the age that the place projects. hahaha... so instead of taking a photo wif our shirts off, we did this.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP0427.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ain't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if freaking RAINED!!!!! oh well, looks like the Almighty din want us to have free fun! But hey, WE CREATE FUN! So off we went to marina square to grab a bite. Who was the one who suggested Carl's Junior? I don't remember, but fwoa, no regrets. Here's the photo of the pre meal...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP0433.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the one after&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP0437.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not bother about the carbos and calories that i had. I do not care, and neither should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Like you are Winning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113526056106058683?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113526056106058683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113526056106058683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113526056106058683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113526056106058683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/fellowship-of-ring.html' title='The Fellowship of The Ring'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113515685996786033</id><published>2005-12-21T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:20:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flesh and Blood</title><content type='html'>Its quite humbling to realise how transient all things in the world are. Including Life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to Hafidz on the passing of his mother. Dude, we will all be here for you! Be strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113515685996786033?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113515685996786033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113515685996786033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113515685996786033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113515685996786033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/flesh-and-blood.html' title='Flesh and Blood'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113509495749764800</id><published>2005-12-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:09:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted Doughnuts and Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>Frosted Doughnuts and Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.That sandwiches are named after the Earl of Sandwich in England? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Esoteric.... go find out what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I super tired rite now, so i can't remember, maybe i should start a trivial corner or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Lou!!! hahaha thanx for the hot chocolate! which i will keep and consume all by myself wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113509495749764800?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113509495749764800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113509495749764800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113509495749764800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113509495749764800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/frosted-doughnuts-and-sandwiches.html' title='Frosted Doughnuts and Sandwiches'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113482721257109456</id><published>2005-12-17T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:46:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>Quotable Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence Diminishes Mediocre Passions and Kindles Great Ones, as the Great Wind Extinguishes Candles and Fans Fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great quote don't you think? Something that can stand up to the Absence make the heart grow fonder cliche. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One More Week to Xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CAN YOU HEAR ME?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN SO GOOD THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL I WANT IS ONE THING&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME MY TRUE LOVE IS NEAR&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S ALL I WANT, JUST FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;UNDERNEATH MY CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE WAITING HERE&lt;br /&gt;SANTA THAT'S MY ONLY CHRISTMAS WISH THIS YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they announced in church today that it was the 4th Advent Sunday. Sounds kinda weird don't you think? Means that there are an unlimited number of Advent Sundays in a year rite? Should be 4th Sunday of Advent. You have to establish the fact that you are in the season of Advent! not the other way round. English! oh how chim you are. Was just reading something that Joan posted about jack and jill, totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Straits times qualified blogs as Virtual Grafiti! Whoo.. that's a new way of looking at things, wonder how bloggers like Miyagi and Xiaxue would respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days till flea invades singapore! whooo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113482721257109456?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113482721257109456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113482721257109456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113482721257109456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113482721257109456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/quotable-quotes.html' title='Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113474485127605507</id><published>2005-12-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:54:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially</title><content type='html'>Officially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially i can lots of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stay Home till Jan 3 cos im on leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) GO back to school since i'm still eligible to take my As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, its Official that i can drive a CAR! Whee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its amazing that our lifes are run by pieces of paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113474485127605507?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113474485127605507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113474485127605507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113474485127605507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113474485127605507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/officially.html' title='Officially'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113456272037903143</id><published>2005-12-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:22:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Like You are Winning</title><content type='html'>Eat Like You are Winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why there's a saying "a hungry man is an angry man". so naturally, safe to say, you eat and you be happy. there's nothing to contradict that! there's no saying "a fat arse is a heavy tard"or something like that so no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSS treated the PCs to lunch today. I suggested Lawreys at Paragon, but NOoooooooo.... he had to choose siam kitchen at Lot 1. But hey, it was a free lunch and a good one that i may add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went down the Singapore Poly where Army Recruitment Center was having their recruitment drive. Seriously, with the hype about the organisation turning 3g, you could have certainly done better than that! i mean, your recruitment was so urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got the following from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com"&gt;SarongPartyGirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thought that it was worth a read and thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just move on already. So I have sex with my boyfriend, and before that I had sex with about a dozen people, that's normal. If you think we're any better than animals, you can forget it. When it comes down to our biological behaviour, we're no more bereft of self-control, and we are no more amenable or beatific. What differentiates us is our ability to create beyond any need for the satisfaction of biological instincts. The sooner we get over things that we can't change, the sooner we can get to the things that bring true joy to the human spirit. If Michelangelo worried all damn day about how being gay wasn't morally desirable, he wouldn't have painted the Sistine Chapel in the dynamic glory (not to mention the sometime smug amusement) we now experience it with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As someone put it in an email to me, who are we kidding, do our men only lick postage stamps (and our girls only enjoy sex after they are wed? I don't recall anyone telling me our genitals took on a different state of mind after a certificate is signed).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely worth a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Food Rocks! So do all the nice people in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113456272037903143?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113456272037903143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113456272037903143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113456272037903143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113456272037903143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/eat-like-you-are-winning.html' title='Eat Like You are Winning'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113447939018924537</id><published>2005-12-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:09:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>152</title><content type='html'>152&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD Damned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to wonder if my tolerance for travel is limited by the Speed or the Distance that i travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congrats to my Dearest Goldfish on her ever excellent result. I told you, you were going to be fine. Don't listen to the teacher here, your peril Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, shouts to Gladys! who has practically no life hahaha. you go girl! we share the same dislike for sun block lotion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113447939018924537?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113447939018924537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113447939018924537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113447939018924537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113447939018924537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/152.html' title='152'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113430945837621155</id><published>2005-12-11T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:57:38.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Neverland</title><content type='html'>Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Johnny Depp's Character saying this line in the film "finding neverland", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to fit you in, but no matter how hard i tried, there was no part in this story for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew that this line would mean so much to me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113430945837621155?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113430945837621155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113430945837621155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113430945837621155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113430945837621155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/finding-neverland.html' title='Finding Neverland'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113422508536939566</id><published>2005-12-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:31:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that the third sunday of both advent and lent was supposed to be a joyful occasion, and i always thought that the pink candle in the xmas wreath was supposed to be lit on the last sunday of advent. So i learnt something in church today, although i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i must admit, my mind was drifting quite a bit, cause of all the fatigue and shit like that, so i came up with a list. Not offending i hope.&lt;br /&gt;So, here i go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff Altar Servers would have done in service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stole and Drunk Altar Wine&lt;br /&gt;2. Cursed at at least 2 Priest&lt;br /&gt;3. Used their strategic postion at the altar to check out the babes in church&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken the wrong cassock home&lt;br /&gt;5. Using that as an excuse to remain out whole of sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry boys, truth hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113422508536939566?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113422508536939566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113422508536939566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113422508536939566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113422508536939566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113419090418814783</id><published>2005-12-10T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:33:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Reason to Everything</title><content type='html'>There's A Reason To Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least there's a reason why things or shit happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great week, spent it resourcing. It's been such a long time since i did a camp like this one. Great People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that you begine to feel really old. After all, all the rest of the participants are like what? averaging 15 years old? Nonetheless, i guess it is a foretaste of what is to come in the next 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/200/IMGP0423.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many thanks to the great people that actually made it so nice and memorable. Shouts Out to Ken, Tony, Ye Hong, Daniel, Carm, Tim, Vanessa, Jessica, Gillian and Rachael! thank you so much for all that help and support. haha, especially Van who made the experience so funny. Aiyo, don't need to be so stressed when it comes to important sessions, things would turn out right themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that i was most pissed about was the fact that there were some people who were, in a simpler anti establishment. In every successful organization, the reason to their success is the fact that it is in all basics, an organisation. The CEO does what he has to do, and the security guard does what he has to do. If the security guard does the job of the CEO, there would be chaos. Fuck the shit. You don''t go around and run the entire thing by yourself, just because you want to feed your ego, that's not how things work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113419090418814783?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113419090418814783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113419090418814783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113419090418814783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113419090418814783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-reason-to-everything_10.html' title='There&apos;s A Reason to Everything'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113362510693545765</id><published>2005-12-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:51:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NMIP</title><content type='html'>N.M.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is short posting in fashion? Or should i make them so? Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this in church today, was walking towards to statue of St Mary of the Angels in church where i saw a family already there praying. As i got closer, i saw that the two children were clamering onto the pedestal in an attempt to place a garland of flowers on the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wtf. What the hell are they doing that for? Blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to be rather pissed with the entire family until I heard the girl said this : "Dear Mary, we place this flowers here with all the love in our hearts, thank you for guiding us." I was like wow! you're forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what a small amount of faith can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113362510693545765?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113362510693545765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113362510693545765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113362510693545765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113362510693545765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/nmip.html' title='NMIP'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113359027360045541</id><published>2005-12-03T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:11:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara</title><content type='html'>Sahara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning! Had a mini- reunion with the arts faculty peeps last night at Suntec's Marche. It was a good thing, since i haven't seen this people in such a long time. Peeps like lilly and taryn. Even russel. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/1600/IMGP0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1650/320/IMGP0393.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much people change, or at least their conversation topics. Its really scary to actually think about how much the Army is screwing your mind with acronyms that actually don't matter haha. All the guys agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a bad stomach last night, so had only a Rosti. My Diet Planner would be proud of me. Then Lilly suggested that we go Sheesha. I was like WTF was that? Philip, being the omnidecadent one, haha, said it was a recreational thing. I was against it at first, but oh well, wtf right? so we went anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't that bad actually, and you could actually taste the apple in it, so i forgive philip. hahaha. But i don't think i'll be doing it again anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113359027360045541?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113359027360045541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113359027360045541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113359027360045541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113359027360045541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/sahara.html' title='Sahara'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113344196237673584</id><published>2005-12-01T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:59:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenacity</title><content type='html'>Tenacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the post i wrote about what the real winner was made of? I saw it in flesh today! "live" on tv. The 23rd Sea Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Event: Gymnastics: Artistic Individual: Balancing Beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athlete: Ms Nicole Tay, 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. 14 years old is too young to bear the burden of having the entire population of singapore ready to punce on your every mistake. But hey. I'm Declaring you as my hero(ine) for this SEA Games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was favourite to win the event, but c'mon, stress kills! she fell off the balancing beam thrice. First Time, she slipped, she graciously got back up. Next, she fell, hurting her back and arms, but she got back up! I guess it was the pain that pushed her off the beam, but SHE CARRIED ON! Sweet girl she is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not shed a single tear until she completed her event! *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Singapore, this is the model of our youth and our future. Disciplined, Focused, Professional, from a mere 14 year old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tay! You're a hero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113344196237673584?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113344196237673584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113344196237673584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113344196237673584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113344196237673584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/tenacity.html' title='Tenacity'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113335602357732386</id><published>2005-11-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:07:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I'm Walking On Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit this, but i'm such a suck ass when it comes to sentiments. I don't know if its the lunar cycle or what have you, but the end of the year (coincidentally) makes me feel as if its time for serious reflections. It doesn't help when you have 5 friends going to ORD at the same time. Ah, life as you knows, ends right now. How tragic and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just putting some of the extra stuff into Flea's room today, hah! Mummy actually kept your room in the exact state that you left it. I.e. with all the stuff lying as it were! haha, in short, a mess. You are coming home in like what? 23 days? and your room wouldn't look different from the day that you left it. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was just looking at your myriad of photographs that you so proudly display, nothing could tug at my heartstrings more than the picture of you with the dolphin at Dreamworld? or was it Movieworld, taken when you were like what? 10? hahaha, frankly, i would have rather you stayed the way you were in the photo, so adorable, not like that tiger you have grown into hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, mummy changes your bed sheets everyweek! just like when you are here. Guess some things don't change huh? Come home quick man, we all miss yer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113335602357732386?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113335602357732386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113335602357732386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113335602357732386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113335602357732386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking on Sunshine'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113317194969001001</id><published>2005-11-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:03:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that i spent so much time looking for the title of this song and the mp3 for it, its deliciously nice wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the sort of thing that you would listen to after a hard day's work and think back of how far you have come and how much you have sacrificed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113317194969001001?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113317194969001001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113317194969001001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113317194969001001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113317194969001001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113297207565599176</id><published>2005-11-26T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:02:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of My Life</title><content type='html'>Reflections of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Finally got to watch harry potter and the goblet of fire. Guess with who? Haha, Brian Ang and Ng Mei Sze. Haha... guess only i understood the show, BA was saying how hungry he was, he almost fainted, so MS and I started telling him that he should be responsible and not faint, cos both of us wouldn't be able to haul him to his car haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Coca Restaurant, which BA conveniently mispronounced as COCO... haha, too much "hope for a better age" does not make reality today. Haha... and thank you so much MS for telling me that you were "putting me in my place"by not allowing me to pay an equal share for the dinner, c'mon, it was SH's bdae! and yes, may i add that SH bought a $12,000 present for his future wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't know you had that kind of money.&lt;br /&gt;2. Why wasn't i named a benefiary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one month in the austrailian dessert can really make you lose touch from lots a stuff. &lt;br /&gt;The two hot topics of the moments right now for singaporeans are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The design of the main ribbon that adorns orchard road, as part of its annual Xmas light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This year's top PSLE student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take the two issues separately, but personally, i think that these two topics have aboslutely no consequence whatsover, suffice to say that, even if you went back in time to change them, the result would be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? How long have you been singaporean? And not realise that Singapore is the absolute melt pot for cultures? Its rojak ( no, its not our national dish (yet)). So what's the fuss about a xmas ribbon looking like the hat of God Of Fortune? I don't think Christians are that picky. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely bitching. No comments. Meritocracy has no preference of what colour your skin is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113297207565599176?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113297207565599176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113297207565599176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113297207565599176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113297207565599176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflections-of-my-life.html' title='Reflections of My Life'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113285848209387360</id><published>2005-11-25T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T02:54:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Wallaby</title><content type='html'>Post Wallaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a Singapore Airline Flight back to Singapore, and the first officer of the plane says: "welcome back to Singapore, thank you for participating in Ex Wallaby." Huh? What does he know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful month on the whole. It has been a whole new experience. I'm extremely proud of all my guys safe for one. Blardy junior specialist, don't know how to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will go down in my history books as one of those experiences where you actually see the "real" background to the organisation that potrays itself to be invulnerable. Recall history lesson: its the impregnable fortress that fell the swiftest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113285848209387360?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113285848209387360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113285848209387360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113285848209387360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113285848209387360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-wallaby.html' title='Post Wallaby'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113264448790847137</id><published>2005-11-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:28:07.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot</title><content type='html'>Spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quest to finishing this excercise continues. Had a email from FOXTROT WING in my friendster list that said that bloggers should refrain from revealing too much about any SAF exercise or post any photos that aren't cleared by MINDEF on their blogs, so i won't go into detail about how much or little this excercise sucked, or excelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have to tell you... my most hated number right now, the number 41. Don't ask me why. You have to be with me for a while to realise why this is my least favourite number, in actual fact, i loathe the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, once again, conversation with Pok are always inevitable here, and as always, our conversations always drift towards our preferences if you know what i mean. haha... this is the best remark he said about me so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sir, your taste damned stringent, even if the whole geylang lined the street for you, you won't find any that you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its going to end soon. I'm wondering why SKYx hasn't replied my mail yet, i sent it like what? one week ago? does internet lag that much back home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113264448790847137?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113264448790847137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113264448790847137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113264448790847137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113264448790847137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/spot.html' title='Spot'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180970.post-113244651397587042</id><published>2005-11-20T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:28:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Whistle Blows</title><content type='html'>When the Whistle Blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just screaming to be done. You know, when you are a child, those lovey dovey dog eyes would work anything? Try that now? Especially when you are a guy, and your name isn't Deuce. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally am talking to Flea, about the things that really matter in my life. Flea, you should be very pleased that you have been deemed as "mature" enough to share my burden. After like what, 19 years? You are growing into an old hag already, how fast, so you will hit 30 and you will be asking yourself, wth am i doing here? hahahhahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you lou for mentioning my blog in our conversation, at least it tells me that someone else is reading my blog, whom i noe. Haha, what was the word you used? "dismal"? "angry"? sigh... really missed those days when we were back in school and when everything was so much simpler to look through and to solve. The hardest thing to solve then was Dane "i am gay, gay looking, but don't call me gay" lim. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the teacher (yes... i think of teachers also) i thought about most while in the freaking desert is (yes... you guess it) Ms TING!!!!! hahahahaha.... all the planations and all that shit actually got to me. Everytime i see a ridge line, i think about her. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180970-113244651397587042?l=chubbyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113244651397587042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180970&amp;postID=113244651397587042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113244651397587042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180970/posts/default/113244651397587042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-whistle-blows.html' title='When The Whistle Blows'/><author><name>Mao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540990571736808861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
