<?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-5599915</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:06:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With no regrets....I'll run</title><subtitle type='html'>Depictions of serenity and insanity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-111858047362889478</id><published>2005-06-12T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:54:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've MOVED </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/111858047362889478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/111858047362889478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111858047362889478' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-111020564357088232</id><published>2005-03-07T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:27:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is Good.I guess I can be considered as someone who works. I mean I get paid, no matter how minimal and sad it may be to do a job. That is to serve NS till I ORD.So think about it. Who in the working world gets to enjoy life as much as me on a typical working day?Woke up at 9am in the morning. Grabbed a good breakfast before flipping the papers. Changed to a t shirt, berms and slippers before</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/111020564357088232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/111020564357088232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020564357088232' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-111012542265604078</id><published>2005-03-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:10:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had dinner with my family at this restaurant called JADE at the Fullerton hotel. Damn it was good!! But friggin expensive.. really. But the lobster was just... whhooaa. Stunningly delicious.I brought the camera along because there is supposed to be a fleet of vintage mercedes benz on display just outside the Fullerton. But apparently the exhibition ended today and all I got was a mere glance. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/111012542265604078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/111012542265604078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111012542265604078' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110994151958803631</id><published>2005-03-04T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:20:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome the weekend in with The Block Party. Starting 5th March, and every Saturday after, DJ Rough and DJ Nervous take you back to the source and play you old skool hip hop, good time party hip hop. Shake your moneymakers; and your soul, your funk and your disco too.One for One from 12am - 1amPls contact me if you're interested. Doing it for a friend.Babes not provided. Bring em yourselves.:: * </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110994151958803631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110994151958803631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994151958803631' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110960014987908637</id><published>2005-02-28T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:15:49.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My folks are pissing the livin daylights out of me.Seriously.I hate people who tries to put forth a point, without any concrete backing. Except for the stupid excuse, because its like that, that's why you have to do this. Sometimes beliving that you have all your facts right can be pretty irritating if that's not the case.And the when I tried to put forth mine : no! you've got it wrong, there are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110960014987908637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110960014987908637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960014987908637' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110943495775604022</id><published>2005-02-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:22:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother turns 17 today.So there you go, Happy Bday Bro!Eventful birthday for him though. Oh well.Shit happens.Caught this play by NTU Hall 15 students tonight. It was pretty good and entertaining.. though I thought that some parts were kinda abstract. But the best part was catching up with people who went with me. Andrew, Corinne, Rod and Winston. KJ had to pull out last minute.. otherwise it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110943495775604022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110943495775604022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110943495775604022' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110925727367330332</id><published>2005-02-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:01:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit sure happens.But chances are that, shit won't happen every single day.I'm glad things turned out fine today.In fact I'm pretty happy on how everything went so smoothly today.I basically got what I wanted. I'm a contented fella now.Oh goody!You should see how things are going on at home now.I'm not quite happy about the way things are working out.Or rather.. how my folks are sloggin their ass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110925727367330332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110925727367330332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110925727367330332' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110908414247774555</id><published>2005-02-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:14:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate waiting for things that don't happen... to happen.If you get what I mean.Its a total waste of time, I'd reckoned.But according to Nat, it always happens.Shit happens I guess..Now I'm fucked.No.Fuck shit.Live Strong baby.Speak Original. Do Original. Dress Original. Think Original. Have you own style. Be Original.Fuck piracy. Fuck those ah bengs. I'm sure you'd come across one of these poor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110908414247774555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110908414247774555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908414247774555' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110900519283807306</id><published>2005-02-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:59:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too many wrongs do not make a right.After all these years of dissing people. And accusing them of fucking up my world, I realised something. You shouldn't just care about what people have done. You should care more on what you should have done. I guess we shouldn't depend on people too much. So much so that we'd start to blame them on our troubles.I hate the real world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110900519283807306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110900519283807306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110900519283807306' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110883001901799727</id><published>2005-02-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:32:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My saturday was pretty lazy. Bummed around at my house. I was reading this book that Josh lent me. Its not about the bike - Lance Armstrong. He came out with another book recently. But this is his first book on how he was on the brink of death. And how he coped with cancer and managed to stage a really inspiring comeback. This made me think about people who wore the LiveStrong band without really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110883001901799727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110883001901799727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110883001901799727' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110878364338320886</id><published>2005-02-19T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:37:07.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..more pics.shes gonna skin me for this..I'm already skinned.Kinda. My skin is peeling off. Was under the hot sun yesterday, playing topless soccer with the guys in camp. It was fucking insane.. to think of it. We were all burnt after that.But life would be pretty boring if we don't do silly things that we can laugh at when we look back.claire.stef.van. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110878364338320886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110878364338320886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878364338320886' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110873331000804229</id><published>2005-02-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:51:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My day in camp was pretty fucked.But thank god I was in a good mood.Things managed to turn around and I was gald they did.If not I'll be fucking up the entire day.The nostalgic partying days.The endless fun. The silly drinking games.Got us crazily intoxicated.Made us laugh the shit out of each other.And I think I'm having the hots for steffie babaye. HAH.claire.stef.vanSexaye Steffie is sucha big</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110873331000804229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110873331000804229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873331000804229' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110847421560756385</id><published>2005-02-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:30:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>V.day was spent in camp. In the efffing pass office typing clearance for the people coming into camp the next day. But I had the hi-fi blasting and all those v.day messages that people were sending to each other simply brings back good memories.Then in the middle of the night I got effed by that bloody arse. He stormed into the pass office at 3 am in the morning, faulted me and caused me my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110847421560756385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110847421560756385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110847421560756385' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110822405985093866</id><published>2005-02-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:02:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday breakfast at Killiney Kopitiam just down the rd frm my place with Ed.Cant wait! I'm already smacking my lips. =)Sunday starfucking at sixth ave's coffee bean with Nicole.Meeting up with Dave to pass him the skateboard at the Botanical Gardens.Dinner with my family and my cousins at Lei Garden , CHIJMES.I can't help but admit I haven't been enjoying my Sundays for quite a long while.And I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110822405985093866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110822405985093866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110822405985093866' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110792497741005750</id><published>2005-02-09T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T12:56:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>! Happy New Year !May the new year be as perfect.And let us all be happy and contented.Maybe we could do with a little more cash.And love. And peace.Perhaps let's hope we achieve what we've set out to do.And hope things fall into place.Let us all just celebrate. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110792497741005750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110792497741005750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110792497741005750' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110779364295619947</id><published>2005-02-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:27:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cool rings =) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110779364295619947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110779364295619947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779364295619947' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110761929592119339</id><published>2005-02-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T00:01:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal rantings of a convulsed mind.Gerald(after 4 months in army)  : Hey dude! Check out my hair!Me : Uhh... its getting longer..after soo long.Gerald : Hey. At least its long enough to be called hair.Me : Wow  ....Was reading some article on the papers the other day. There are shops in Singapore that actually offers services to trim and even dye your pubic hair. Yes. Like the way they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110761929592119339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110761929592119339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761929592119339' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110743561241231356</id><published>2005-02-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:10:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scarlet Fever  Date : 11 Feb 2005 Venue : Rouge ClubPrices are : $18 Advance tickets$22 Door tickets(Inclusive of 1 Standard Housepour Drink) Tickets :Pls call/sms me @ 96953314 Specials :Free Flow of Island Vodka, Gin and Rum from 9pm to 11pm. One on One for all drinks from 12am till 1am.Music :Rouge 'LIVE' presents Electrico in concert from 10pm to 11pm followed by Guerilla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110743561241231356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110743561241231356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110743561241231356' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110726627394552423</id><published>2005-02-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:00:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fish Fins Club Design. Now who wants tees from FishFins.I hope to bring them over soon. And I'm currently keeping in contact with that guy over in Bangkok. Soon you'll find them in our shores.I hopeLife is pretty mundane otherwiseI'm trying to go for the minimalist look nowadays.I kinda dig it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110726627394552423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110726627394552423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110726627394552423' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110709445719087315</id><published>2005-01-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T22:14:17.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  if god is a DJlife is a dancefloorlove is a riverand you are the music  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110709445719087315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110709445719087315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110709445719087315' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110702349562068990</id><published>2005-01-30T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T22:16:29.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my berms from Flesh Imp.Now all I need is a pink tee.And my dunks. Everything will then be inch perfect.Fuck It - Eamon Fuck You Right Back - Frankee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110702349562068990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110702349562068990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110702349562068990' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110683421051855926</id><published>2005-01-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:56:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now Island Creamery has just came out with 2 new flavours of ice cream.Pineapple tart ice cream and mandarin Ice.How fuggin cool can this get? Me being an ardent fan of their ice cream will definitely go try them out someday. =) . Fantastic.I reckoned that if I'm on off on the third day of the chinese new yr.. which happens to be on a friday.. I'm gonna organise a house party or something. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110683421051855926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110683421051855926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683421051855926' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110666733483795997</id><published>2005-01-25T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:35:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk about fanaticism.And how apathy is becoming an issue among us teenagers.How sensitised our society is to certain thorny issues... like the proposal of a new casino.Was in town with yj this afternoon.. trying to do some chinese new year shopping.Chij girls with hiked-up skirts are like everywhere. Or rather..every blue convent girl has that same brash dressing style. Where's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110666733483795997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110666733483795997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666733483795997' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110649331532100809</id><published>2005-01-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:15:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was listening to Electrico this afternoon.The keyboard girl is so hot.Buay Tahan.Did practically nothing today. Was so tired and stoned after coming back home from camp. Managed to swim. Did 20 laps or so. I'm still contemplating if I should sign up for the biathlon. But anyway, it was good exercise..and I felt really good after that. Maybe its because of the weather. Its sunny and yet windy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110649331532100809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110649331532100809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649331532100809' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110615007166336421</id><published>2005-01-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:54:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To hell with all the surveys. I'm getting my money back I think. They offer refunds and stuff. When they asked me for the reason.. I'd simply put service dissatisfaction.The bottomline all this while is that..I NEED MONEY.I need money for my LevisI need money for my Mambo nightsI need money for my CDsI need money for all the dunks that are waitin for meI need money for my chinese new yr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110615007166336421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110615007166336421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110615007166336421' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110589153233861793</id><published>2005-01-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:05:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singapore has won the Tiger Cup.Finally...after so many years... they have redeemed themselves in one way or another.And hell yeah.. the Kallang Roar and Wave is back. =)I'm on 2 days M.C. due to my sprained ankle.Shall catch up on my reading...since I'm almost immobilsed.Maybe I shall watch some DVDs tmr as well.I'm trying to complete online surveys as well. Apparently I get paid doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110589153233861793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110589153233861793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110589153233861793' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110585255381848201</id><published>2005-01-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:15:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the object of pure desire  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110585255381848201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110585255381848201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110585255381848201' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110580363231278443</id><published>2005-01-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:40:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've sprained my ankle. And its really fugging painful i tell ya.Now its swollen and everything.The worse part of it all?I've got to go back to camp tmr.By taking an M.C... I'll still be stuck at home..and the ankle is gonna keep me from going out..So what's the point?Man U v LiverpoolWatched the match with collin, paul, toon and the rest of the people at Breko.It is not actually that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110580363231278443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110580363231278443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110580363231278443' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110563009959245912</id><published>2005-01-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:28:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miracles do happen.Well.. most people would call it a miracle. I don't think I'll consider it as one.I had to accomplish this task today. To start off I wasn't even confident that I'm capable of pulling it off. The last time I've done it was a long time ago and it was a pretty bad job. The only thing I can do this time.. is to pray.. and try to remain as positive as I can.. as calm as I can... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110563009959245912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110563009959245912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110563009959245912' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110545725008084873</id><published>2005-01-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:27:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is turning gay people.Well that's just a passing remark. I was on the mrt today when I overheard some US sailors complimenting the beauty of our girls..or err rather.. semi-ladies in the changi village area. So being stuck up in a SUB for 3 months really pose a threat to both our mental and physical health. GAY shits.Today was a funny day. Went thru a myriad of emotions. Camp sucked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110545725008084873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110545725008084873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545725008084873' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110528561029029640</id><published>2005-01-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:46:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never take things for granted.Everyday we set out doing what we're supposed to do in our lives. But because our lives have been so routined that we sometimes take things for granted. In fact we take everything for granted. Its not all about the tsunami that reminds us that life is so fragile and stuff.Sometimes when you look back at the happy days in the past... you'd realise how much you took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110528561029029640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110528561029029640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110528561029029640' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110520216007039921</id><published>2005-01-09T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:36:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weekend is here. Its not as if I'm anticipating the weekend or hoping that it'll come. Sometimes I feel that I'm more productive during my weekdays off. I mean... I go for driving lessons.. go running or swimming. Hangout outside, catch movies in almost empty cinemas, shop in town plagued by the occasional student.But for weekends? I'll just laze it away. Maybe that's why they don't call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110520216007039921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110520216007039921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110520216007039921' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110511565475988963</id><published>2005-01-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:34:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A simple thing that I just want to note when I blog tonight. Shit happens. And it always does. My entire friday was burnt just like that. I hate people who are rigid. That's why I hate the SAF. I'm not gonna continue the big hoo haa about this fucked up thing that happened to me today..cuz i'll end up being more pissed off. Luckily my day wasnt entirely badd.Ok so my friday started at 5pm. Went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110511565475988963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110511565475988963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511565475988963' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110490842809890322</id><published>2005-01-05T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:00:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just lunched.Felt pretty good today since I haven't been on off for quite a while. I mean.. i get to lay in bed till like 11 in the morning.. But today was slightly different.. I totally zonked out till noon..So much so for me covering duty for the sea expedition yesterday. Tiring shit.Just came back from Ed's place. Was jamming there =) Pretty good stuff... non of those hardcore rock or metal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110490842809890322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110490842809890322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110490842809890322' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110485635434449838</id><published>2005-01-05T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:32:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Performing lifeguard duty on open seas aint fun. And its no mean feat when you're supposed to watch over a group of demoralised bug-asses rowing boats. Utter boredom i tell ya. I feel like throwing my Snickers at them. You know..sometime you can tell straight away from a person;s look that he's helpless and nothing you say would help him or spur him on..I saw like thousands of such faces today. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110485635434449838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110485635434449838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485635434449838' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110474139338777123</id><published>2005-01-03T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:36:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from camp. Gotta book in tonight again. On lifeguard duty tmr. Another entire day spent in the open sea. ohh. Utter boredom.Oh but that beats doing duty anytime.Was talking to jen on the phone just now. Hah.. just found out we both lead aimless lives. Its time to look for a direction and move towards it..otherwise my 2 years in NS would be sucha waste...First thing first.. i need to earn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110474139338777123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110474139338777123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110474139338777123' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110464909180386351</id><published>2005-01-02T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:58:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resolute Me     be more charitable   cherish my loved ones   be closer to god   more money more money but no gambling no gambling   my driving license   my powerboat license   my lifesaving bronze medallion   complete a biathlon   complete a marathon  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110464909180386351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110464909180386351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110464909180386351' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110464847556525261</id><published>2005-01-02T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:59:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blessed New Year people!!Spent my new year's eve with collin and the rest of the gang. Had dinner at NYDC holland v. I just love my When Pigs Fly. Go try it at NYDC.. its so fantastic =)Met up with ed and the rest of the people at coco latte. Cai zhi came along too. Man...it was sucha blast partying with them into the new yr. Company was great and laughter was free flow. It might sound so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110464847556525261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110464847556525261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110464847556525261' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110431044586387076</id><published>2004-12-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T16:54:05.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>terribly saddeningFor all those who faced the onslaught of the horrible tsunamiFor all those who battled against the odds of natureFor all those who lost their loved ones, their hopes, their everythingThey didn't do anything to derserve this, do they?My heart goes out to them. Things in camp are getting really fucked up. Some guy came out with some new policies and I didn't like any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110431044586387076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110431044586387076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110431044586387076' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110416824813100709</id><published>2004-12-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:24:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving was disastrous today once again. Boo hoo. I think i need to attend lessons with greater frequency. Anyway, things aside, I met up with Eugene and Collin today in town..  Watched Ocean's 12. Pretty good movie, despite the lack of plot. But i somehow find the movie very cool and suave. I think the Jag covertible in the show is really good looking. Its kinda like a chic-movie you know? Do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110416824813100709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110416824813100709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110416824813100709' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110399047478110751</id><published>2004-12-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T00:01:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chinablack on thursday was great. It was really good catching up with rod, honghan, ps and zhiyuan over there =) The music is damnn retro too!! Good stuff...reminds me of Mambo night. Now.. i really need another dosage of mambo night soon. I'm kinda tired of hearing R&amp;B already. Earlier in the afternoon, I caught Kung Fu Hustle with my camp mates. Its quite a senseless movie with a lousy plot.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110399047478110751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110399047478110751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110399047478110751' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110363924872028277</id><published>2004-12-21T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T22:27:28.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was rather productive. Went for driving and then came back and managed to go down for a swim. It always feels good to exercise after a loooonnngg day. Anyway.. I think I'm going for the Singapore Biathlon thingy. Sounds interesting and challenging. =)Heard this damn lame joke today.. I'll share it with you guys. Thanks for the lame mood Amanda!A: Have you heard about this new movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110363924872028277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110363924872028277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363924872028277' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110344488010154506</id><published>2004-12-19T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T16:30:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came up from a swim. Did night duty last night. Didn't had much sleep.. so I came home feeling really cranky. But I made it back for lunch.. thanks to vincent for giving me a lift. So much time can be saved if I can drive to and fro camp. Hmm...Past few days have been pretty good. My cousin just celebrated her 21st birthday last friday. So we had this mini gathering among ourselves. Grilled</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110344488010154506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110344488010154506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110344488010154506' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110312129669765443</id><published>2004-12-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:34:56.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAY 1My flight was like 1.20am tues morning. Went to the airport rather early... there's nothing much to do at home anyway. This would mean that I had much more time to spend shopping for duty free products.. hur hur. My dad was checking out the duty free wines and stuff. Pretty boring with nothing much to do. I practically roamed the entire departure hall. But surprisingly.. there's quite a lot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110312129669765443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110312129669765443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312129669765443' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110303803805186285</id><published>2004-12-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:27:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back!Shanghai was absolfuckinlutely wonderful.Shall blog more about it real soon. =)Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110303803805186285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110303803805186285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110303803805186285' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110233663196007507</id><published>2004-12-06T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T20:37:11.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just went for my driving earlier this evening. Quite horrendous!! But anyway.. its the first time I left the driving circuit and head to the roads.. so its understandable. Hur hur. =PWent to Holland Village this afternoon to collect my I Pod. Yes you didn't hear it wrongly. I just got my I pod today! Happy happy me!! Anyway.. I saw Jaime Yeo at Holland V today. She was driving this white Mini </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110233663196007507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110233663196007507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110233663196007507' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110223189009474013</id><published>2004-12-05T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T15:31:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got this huge blister on my heel. Played soccer with the rest of my platoon mates yesterday afternoon. It was a real exhaustive affair. But then again.. thanks to the great weather, I'm really glad I get to do some running after quite a long while. The marathon's today. Hope everything goes well for Chock , Zhao wei and the rest of the guys attempting it. Zhao wei was kind enough to run in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110223189009474013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110223189009474013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110223189009474013' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110191531410374602</id><published>2004-12-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:40:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idol Fever !So the finals of the Singapore Idol has just concluded. All I can say is that Taufiq is a deserving winner. His singing is really cool and suave, coupled with those slick dance moves. =) I'm afraid Sly is just being a wannabe. Boo.Anyway..doing consecutive weeks of duties is taking its toll on me. I'm feeling really drained and tired. Glad I've got one day off tmr. But then again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110191531410374602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110191531410374602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110191531410374602' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110173777187643868</id><published>2004-11-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:16:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i'm turning metro...I mean metrosexual.Anyways.. I just realised I haven't been going for driving lessons for about 2 weeks. Wonder how long it will take before i get my license. Argh. Annoyance.Was chatting with Winston and Cai Zhi on MSN just now. Hmm.. was great catching up with them. They are planning a class gathering or some sorts. =) Just found out how much i missed my studying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110173777187643868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110173777187643868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173777187643868' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110155097077041626</id><published>2004-11-27T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:22:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cut Cut CUTTTT!!!Just cut the damn exercise in camp will yal?Those morons still refuse to stop the exercise in camp. This would mean that the exercise will drag into the weekend. Bummer. And I hate that nigger. He is friggin pissing me off I swear. I loathe people who practice double standards..if you know what I mean. I feel like shoving the entire coms. set up his friggin arse today.Anyway..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110155097077041626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110155097077041626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110155097077041626' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110137724809074368</id><published>2004-11-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:07:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) My leave hasn't been approved.2) I'm so damn sleep deprieved. Feeling so wonky and all.3) I've tried to save, but it seems that I still have not enough money to tide me over christmas.     Hello?!! Its christmas!!?4) I've so much to buy over the christmas holidays.5) They want me to run for Navy in the coming SAF x-country meet.Factors that show the utter madness revolving my life now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110137724809074368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110137724809074368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110137724809074368' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110122067594684612</id><published>2004-11-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:37:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday's wedding dinner was great. It was a mini gathering of all sorts. Sharing the same table with my cousins seemed rather meaningful afterall. It was great catching up with them.. just indulging in gossips and normal banter. Some of them offered me really good advice and its just nice to know how they are coping with their lives. Nothing has changed from the days where we were sharing our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110122067594684612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110122067594684612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122067594684612' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110087518477958590</id><published>2004-11-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:39:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving lesson was quite pleasant today. Smooth in fact. No major screw ups, no stalling given the fact that I haven't been attending lessons for like 2 weeks, I was rather surprised that I'm getting into the flow of things so quickly. =)Saw chun kiat at the driving centre just now.  Heh. That dude is now in 41st SA. Seems pretty much a good deal for him.. as a spec there. Now here comes the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110087518477958590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110087518477958590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087518477958590' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110068758251503432</id><published>2004-11-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:33:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you've read the papers today, you'd know that the Da Vinci Code is hitting big screens real soon. =) Good stuff yeah? And Tom Hanks is in the running to play Robert Langdon. Cool man.. I can't wait for the movie to be out.Went down to Ikea to grab some stuff today. Need a box to keep my growing collection of CDs. Found out that there are really lots of things that I wanna buy from Ikea. Hah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110068758251503432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110068758251503432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110068758251503432' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110057376938756182</id><published>2004-11-16T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:56:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muahaha.I'm now bumming ard at home waiting for lunch. Just waiting before time is up before I head to Macritchie Resevoir for the Navy X-Cty thing. Just found out that I'm damn hyper today..and i don't know why.This morning, I did the unthinkable. I took out this brand new book that says "Practical Driving for Beginners". Its given by the driving centre though I wonder if I got the name of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110057376938756182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110057376938756182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110057376938756182' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110050974594559563</id><published>2004-11-15T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:15:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm trying.I'm frigging trying to put a balance into my life now. Things are getting really hectic these two months. I've got to balance my marathon trainings, my driving and my friggin social life. Its pretty tough when you've got parents trying to push you to attend as much driving lessons as I can.Life in camp has been pretty peaceful recently, except for the nagging inconsistency in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110050974594559563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110050974594559563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110050974594559563' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110036821150730356</id><published>2004-11-14T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:50:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feelin a little frustrated. Apparently, there are no more slots for any driving lessons left this month. All the slots are already taken up. That means that I'll have to wait for a little while before resuming lessons. That's good in a way.. i have more time to train for my upcoming marathon. =)Anyway, booked out real late today. All thanks to platoon 2. But my dinner more then made up for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110036821150730356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110036821150730356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110036821150730356' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110018265195312539</id><published>2004-11-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:23:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taxi was friggin good I swear. Haven't seen such a laughable movie for a such a long time. Totally witty and hilarious. Queen Latifah bouncing around in her turbo-charged taxi.. vvrrooom. Hearing all those engines being pushed to their limits really excites me. So this is the movie for car fanatics too. And did I mentioned the god damn BMWs that were featured in the show? That M3 convertible?!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110018265195312539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110018265195312539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018265195312539' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-110001272382612445</id><published>2004-11-09T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:05:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well spent almost my entire day out. But still, i'm glad how my day turned out to be. At least I didn't waste my off day.Went to run with chock in the morning. Felt pretty good at first. Thought I was doing pretty well even though I haven't run for a month. Then the pain hit in. That was when I knew I was being naive. So much so for not running for a month. I'm terribly conditioned. So now, all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110001272382612445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/110001272382612445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001272382612445' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109992281586014251</id><published>2004-11-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:06:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drivin lessons are really a bane. I had to rush to the nearest available computer in camp today to cancel my driving tmr because of a change in my plans. Damn. You know..you'll have the same feeling you always had before going for tuition lessons. You hate it.. but then again you cant do without it. For all the hype revolving the car and the drive, its pretty frustrating and tiring sometimes.My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109992281586014251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109992281586014251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109992281586014251' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109970531587860066</id><published>2004-11-06T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:43:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B U S HUh huh. So Bush won the elections. Fancy keeping us on the edge of our seats in camp trying to figure out why Bush went into the early lead only to let Kerry slowly crawl back to such a tight finish. So America is split into 2. Half for Bush, half for Kerry. The UNITED States of America huh. So much said about Bush, can he convince our prime minister that NS is such a bore? Get our PM to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109970531587860066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109970531587860066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109970531587860066' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109940980976746802</id><published>2004-11-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:36:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok Amanda!! Here I am updating my blog. =)  I'm glad you had fun =)Met Mel for lunch in town today. She stopped by town for like 2 days before flying off to Sydney again. Aha but that's not the point... she got me a Crumpler from NYC!!! =) . Yup.. she just arrived from new york with her dad.. had 2 days of stopover in Singapore before going back to australia. Its so nice to see her again.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109940980976746802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109940980976746802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940980976746802' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109922840373833995</id><published>2004-10-31T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:19:22.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not in a really good mood today. So much so for the weekend. Call it the low morale syndrome.Had driving today... can anything get tougher?!! I don't know why but my car kept stalling today. Maybe I wasn't concentrating.. or maybe there's just too much thoughts clogging up my mind. Is my life stalling too?Damn.. friggin driving is sapping my morale away. Stupid clutch. Ugh.I dig speedboats. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109922840373833995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109922840373833995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109922840373833995' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109905952234923586</id><published>2004-10-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:18:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a 8-series BMW today! I swear I fucking saw that. OH jeesh... Now can anyone beat that?!!Anyway, things cant go any worse for me in camp. I might not be able to do Romeo duty anymore. This is so friggin fked up. I'm pissed off. I really am. Just felt that I've not learnt anything in my 9 months or so in my NS life. Look at the powerboat thing. Look at the lifeguard thing. I'm not doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109905952234923586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109905952234923586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905952234923586' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109870976195914944</id><published>2004-10-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:19:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My weekend was pretty amazing. Hell yeah!! Considering the fact that I've only half a weekend because I'm back in camp doing duty. Ok so my saturday started of pretty badly. Was out at sea doing duty when both the engines of my speedboat (RHIBs) failed. Damn it.. had to get this silly commercial dive boat to tow us back. How shitty can that be. And because of that I got out of camp late. Missed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109870976195914944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109870976195914944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109870976195914944' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109837025741568964</id><published>2004-10-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:08:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This fucking money thing is annoying me. Fuck you, money!! Its sucha spoiler. It breaks the trust between people.. even if you are the best of friends. Then again.. people are like clamouring to earn it like there's no tmr. I'm confused.. or rather.. I'm in a pissy mood. All I can be sure is.. money is not everything. Why?Because it doesn't satisfy everything.Philosophical eh.Anyway..other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109837025741568964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109837025741568964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837025741568964' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109819632907288407</id><published>2004-10-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:32:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didn't do much in camp today. Bummed around till 5 plus before heading home. It wasn't my duty day.. so I was there just to be on standby. Luckily for me, I had Kenneth with me. He was like teaching me how to smoke out. Glad I had him around to help me out. Otherwise I'll be just a blur block walking aimlessly in the camp.Zhao wei called during lunch. Man.. haven't seen him for ages. Guess we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109819632907288407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109819632907288407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109819632907288407' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109809745385113996</id><published>2004-10-18T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T19:22:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger is pretty screwed up. Or maybe its just this template. Or maybe its just my web browser. I guess the bottomline is that I can't post more than one post a day. This template has limited space.. so if there are too many posts..they will overlap..you get what I mean? Its like the posts won't go vertically down.. it will just overlap.. turning my blog into a shitty mess. Argh.Utter annoyance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109809745385113996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109809745385113996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109809745385113996' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109801944669047130</id><published>2004-10-17T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:24:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm surprised.I didn't know that my alcoholic threshold was that great. All thanks to john, flam and kel. Spent sometime with them at a pub near my place, chilling out and talking about the tough course we've just been through. You guys and your silly shit. Your bo.tar.bo.lampar tagline is seriously driving me drunk. par you guys man.I just realised that I have the tendency to gulp beer down if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109801944669047130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109801944669047130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109801944669047130' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109799051260015396</id><published>2004-10-17T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:21:52.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a lazy sunday morning...I've got this uncanny feeling that the rest of my Sunday would be pretty lazy..Bummer.Shall watch my DVD later. Bought it at a real bargain price at Gramaphone last weekend =)I just found out that my blog has got an archive...again. I mean if you guys have noticed.. the previous template didn't have an archive in it. So..there you go. I was just browsing thru </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109799051260015396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109799051260015396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109799051260015396' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109794348969156398</id><published>2004-10-17T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:18:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry you guys have to strain your eyes just to read my posts.Well, heres my new template.. hope its easier on the eyes. Hah.And so the weekend is here.Dinner at beach road with yj yesterday! The fried tofu was damn good.. the best i've tasted so far.. no wonder that place is so acclaimed for their cze cha.. =) Walked around.. got updated on things that are happening in camp. After two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109794348969156398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109794348969156398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794348969156398' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109776127675566478</id><published>2004-10-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:03:10.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I screwed up my blog, i know. Damn. Was trying and playing around with the template when everything seems out of place. Anyway.. I'll try to fix it soon. I'm pretty bored at trying to figure a way out for this sad looking template of mine. Hah.Went to shop at TheBodyShop with flam today. Oh shucks. Weiping if you see this.. I need your huge discounts from the shop. I think that the things they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109776127675566478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109776127675566478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776127675566478' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109767726738442738</id><published>2004-10-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:21:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having a friggin big dilemma now.Too spoilt for choice if you would put it in a nice way.. but this thing is giving a huge headache...30th OCT - To take or not to take leave on that day.30th OCT 0900 - 1700 hrs - Some funfair in my cousin's school. Yes Amanda.. your Saintsational fair at st. margs...hah!30th OCT 12noon - ?? hrs - New Balance Triathlon. Distances are slightly lesser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109767726738442738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109767726738442738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767726738442738' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109758572592964822</id><published>2004-10-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:57:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?Flying on your motorcycle,watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never, ever stop You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not  . Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry  . Drying up in conversation, you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109758572592964822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109758572592964822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109758572592964822' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109750309719662660</id><published>2004-10-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:58:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advance theory was alright.. save for some really tricky questions. The setters are damn smart. Its designed to restrict the number of people passing the test.. hence reducing overcrowding of our roads. There are fifty questions.. and you need 45 or more correct questions to pass. The problem is.. there are like 7-8 really tricky and difficult questions. The remaining few are no brainers that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109750309719662660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109750309719662660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750309719662660' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109741740451175067</id><published>2004-10-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:10:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She is really cute.She stood at the balcony and watched me run home.Another particular she, came up to me and my friends and started ranting. I don't know her.. and have absolutely nothing to do with her. We were just chilling in a corner of the bar when she came up and started ranting.  fuck...Divorce...commit sucide...alimony...2 daughters...$20k..2nd wife. Those were the few words i managed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109741740451175067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109741740451175067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109741740451175067' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109733093049113663</id><published>2004-10-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:11:04.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a glimpse of how the rich and cultured live tonight. Good stuff. Got off my dad's car and walked into this huge bungalow. The sight of 2 Mercedes and 1 Volvo in the porch was simply overwhelming. It wasn't a typical family gathering. Typical ones would meant that you could hear conversations and laughter and even gossips before u even reach the gate. Tonight was different. It was quiet.. a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109733093049113663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109733093049113663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733093049113663' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109723592726466371</id><published>2004-10-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T19:45:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a certified life-saver. I can do CPR.Well.. I spent the entire day at Nee Soon camp undergoing tests that will certify me as a life-saver. Any failure would mean that I would be put out of the lifeguard course. Sad stuff man. Anyway.. the passing mark for the theory was 24/30. Passing.. mind you. That was how strict those people are. According to the PTI.. its a matter of life and death we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109723592726466371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109723592726466371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109723592726466371' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109715641731097442</id><published>2004-10-07T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:48:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging about my lifesaving course is really boring. But heading down to the pool everyday at 8am and plunging in straight for a 30-lap swim is worse. Whats more.. we have to do flutter kicks in water.. after just 50m.. your legs will start cramping and your hamstring starts to give way. Whats more.. 2 hours of threadding water?Oh but did I say that the cookhouse food is fantastic? Seriously.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109715641731097442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109715641731097442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109715641731097442' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109706909587237674</id><published>2004-10-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:24:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update on my lifeguard course. Its day 3 of my course and another guy was just put out of course. It's pretty tough in here. Yesterday(day 2), 2 guys were put out of course. The initial number of people expected for the course was 40. Today, only 26 are still in the course. The rest just evaporated away. Its becoming more of a survival course for me already. We do 15-laps warm ups after every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109706909587237674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109706909587237674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109706909587237674' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109698027140513350</id><published>2004-10-05T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:44:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired. That's all that I can say. Swimming is sucha full-body work out. I'm practically sun-burnt.. and I'm as dark as a banghra. Sad case man.. when the skin starts peeling after the initial sun burnt. Ouch.The 8 - 5 course is pretty tiring. To my buddies in camp.. 8 - 5 is not a good deal afterall. Imagine going home late in the evening.. have a dinner, laze around for a while and its bed time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109698027140513350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109698027140513350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698027140513350' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109689470163095080</id><published>2004-10-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:07:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Training to be a qualified life-guard is pretty tough. Swimming has never came across to me as a boring activity. But now, having to face the pool from 8am to 5pm everyday.. I have to admit that I'm getting quite sick of the water.Training was just swimming and swimming and doing water drills. There are some theory lessons here and there.. and some lectures on CPR and some life-saving equipment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109689470163095080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109689470163095080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689470163095080' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109677979398482951</id><published>2004-10-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T13:03:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plenty of things to do today.Needa get a passport sized photo. My new course requires it. Photo suckers.. i dun understand why they just cant accept the standard SAF one.I need my Creed CDs badly. And I need a good R&amp;B album too. I can't live without music.Have to go down to the Giant Bike store down Bukit Timah rd.. check out the racers there.I want that new quiksilver wallet.I am gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109677979398482951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109677979398482951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109677979398482951' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109671483027301855</id><published>2004-10-02T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:00:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celebrating my dad's birthday today. I'm expecting a real good treat =). Missed this really good show on TV just for the dinner. But I guess I'm more than willing to do so... He turns fifty this year. How time flies.. it just occurred to me that he is 50 years old!!! Yah.. if you guys know what i mean. But the best part is.. people have been telling me that my dad doesnt even look his age.. he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109671483027301855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109671483027301855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109671483027301855' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109652687468892609</id><published>2004-09-30T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:47:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm fucking pissed with my mum. And yet I didn't show it in front of her. I didn't raise my voice at her. So that makes me a good son. But still.. i'm pissed off with her.Had fire-fighting course the last two days. This explains my absence from the camp. Anyway i've new-found respect for fire fighters. They seem to have a lot more courage then us. I mean..anyone can have the skill or the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109652687468892609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109652687468892609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109652687468892609' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109619084443375681</id><published>2004-09-26T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T17:27:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1hr 44minsIt was a pretty decent timing I thought. But I think it could have been better, should have been better and would have been better. Half way thru the run but stomach just gave up on me.. was struggling all the way until theres 1.5km to go. What a time to happen. Oh well..shit happens sometimes. Yes shit.Because of my bad stomach.. I can't go for Ed's bbq tonight. Damn. Imagine all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109619084443375681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109619084443375681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109619084443375681' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109611861322768473</id><published>2004-09-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:23:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been doing much the past week. Was praying and hoping that I can recover in time for the army half marathon tmr. I recovered yesterday..but i still have a nagging cough. Spent most of my week in camp.. that's why i took rather long to recover. Just hope everything will turn out fine tmr.Oh and I got through the life saving trials. That means that I am selected for the course!! Oh yeah.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109611861322768473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109611861322768473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109611861322768473' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109574374351042357</id><published>2004-09-21T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:15:43.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fever. Sore throat. Flu.This week couldn't be worse..Just hope i can recover in time for the army half marathon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109574374351042357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109574374351042357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109574374351042357' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109557503701236813</id><published>2004-09-19T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:23:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see where we left off. Haven't been blogging for a few days.I went back to camp on wed.. just to standby..cuz i didn't do duty the day before.. Imagine yourself rotting away doing nothing from 8am to 5pm..before going home again. That sucks and that left me with a really crappy mood. Didn't go home.. went to meet chock at city hall instead. Guess I'm in great need of retail therapy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109557503701236813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109557503701236813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109557503701236813' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109515639968113982</id><published>2004-09-14T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:06:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got back from my selection trials. Too bad they can't release the results straightaway..otherwise it would be better to know if I'm qualified for the course. Heard a little about the course..it seems really tough and tiring. Haha..oh well..the trials today was already damn tiring.Supposed to go run with chock and the rest of the running gang today. But I was so damn tired after the trials..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109515639968113982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109515639968113982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109515639968113982' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109508148202873289</id><published>2004-09-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:21:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just checking out the details of the F1 Powerboat coming up this weekend =). Anyone wanna go? It's really pulsating!! Maybe its just me... me and my F1 craziness..Jia Hui just called? Oh man...exams are coming when the uni term just started? Oh my gawdddd..bad stuff =(Anyway..i'm happie today!!! Got some application thing done..and NTU said that they are openin a new course..aerospace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109508148202873289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109508148202873289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109508148202873289' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109473663182596609</id><published>2004-09-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:30:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Payday!! Payday!! Payday!! Its payday today!!!Oh yeah..Went down to town today for lunch with yj, don and ying xiong. Don drove..and since today was payday..and we seldom have the chance to have lunch together..we thought of having a good meal.Lunch was at Billy Bombers...ohhh it was sooo lovely i tell ya. The Marryland BBQ Roasted Chicken was absolutely lips-smacking =). A typical american </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109473663182596609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109473663182596609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109473663182596609' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109456946176935936</id><published>2004-09-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:04:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't have much sleep while doing duty today. As usual.And my financial capabilities have now reached an all-time low. $4.04. That's what left in my silly bank account. Really terrible stuff..I've never had so little left in my bank account in my entire life. Friggin sad case. Even my mum is laughing at me...although I'm quite surprised she offered to help without much nagging. Here goes..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109456946176935936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109456946176935936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456946176935936' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109435861172460493</id><published>2004-09-05T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T12:30:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The FuneralIt was a beautiful affair. White was the colour of the day, a symbol of purity and innocence. It was a simple, typical catholic funeral mass. No eulogies were delivered, no outpouring of grief. We just hugged and wept silently. It was just a simple and dignified sent off for the sister of my really good friend.The AftermathWe left the church and went over to Harbourfront for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109435861172460493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109435861172460493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109435861172460493' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109422021369433518</id><published>2004-09-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:03:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I donnt know what to say. I don't know how to feel. I'm so confused. I feel so guilty.My close friend's sister just passed away. I just got the news. I'm really shocked.At the same time, I'm at a lost of what to do. I felt obliged to go for her wake..but I have duty tmr. But I felt obliged to do duty too..cuz theres a reason why I'm doing saturday duty..My campmates deserved their weekends.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109422021369433518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109422021369433518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109422021369433518' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109419350483958746</id><published>2004-09-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:38:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took off today.I'll do anything to get out of that stinking place. To get as far away as possible from all the stupid policies.That guy is a fucker. I hate people like him. So much so for him being an officer, a leader.He's a lackey himself. He is a conformist. And I really really hate such people. They don't bend rules. They do things for the better of themselves..they are inconsiderate. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109419350483958746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109419350483958746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109419350483958746' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109404613808005852</id><published>2004-09-01T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:42:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been blogging for about a year and a half! Its funny how time seems to fly when you look back at things.. but crawls its way thru at its present moment.Anyway things in camp are getting more and more screwed up. My campmate sums it up all. "Things can only get worse, never better"I've decided not to dwell on things in camp and enjoy the time I have outside. Such silly things don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109404613808005852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109404613808005852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404613808005852' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109378756368347330</id><published>2004-08-29T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:53:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The olympics have finally come to an end. What an exciting period of time! I've seen underdogs surfaced for gold medals..and I've seen the greatest of champions cementing their reign of supremacy over their events. So much so for the Athens Games.Today was a lazy day.. partly because of the weather maybe. It was scorching..and I hate such weathers. I practically bummed around the house...lazing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109378756368347330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109378756368347330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109378756368347330' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109360553071896570</id><published>2004-08-27T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T19:18:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When people around the world are reeling from the shock of the terror threat,When dominant countries are pushing their weight on smaller countries,When superpowers are pursuing their nuclear ambitions,When one country declares itself independent and another contemplating the use of force to prevent independence of that country,When people pick up their guns and bombs and start terrorising </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109360553071896570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109360553071896570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109360553071896570' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599915.post-109343945156996671</id><published>2004-08-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:13:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its his. The Olympics gold medal that has eluded him for the past 8 years.Hicham El Guerrouj... So ever deserving of that gold medal.The man many consider the prototypical middle-distance runner for the next century finished the Sydney Games without a gold medal to validate his greatness.Trying to erase the hurt of a last-lap crash that stole his chance to win the 1,500 meters at the 1996 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109343945156996671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599915/posts/default/109343945156996671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abluecow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109343945156996671' title=''/><author><name>JS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926283139088084112</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></entry></feed>
