<?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-1831109678510195824</id><updated>2011-12-03T10:41:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life etched on a blade</title><subtitle type='html'>Death's gotta be easy, Cause Life is Hard</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1922031604044925109</id><published>2011-08-05T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:10:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curtain call</title><content type='html'>after 1 year and 10 months of living the green life, i can finally say ive completed one phase of my life which is serving the nation. people might say all sought of things about the army, but if you think through it carefully you will realize that it is what we think it is. i choose to take away the positive from most things in life. and this experience has definitely thought me alot of things. i can safely say that i wouldnt trade my time spent in the army for anything else. it was time consuming, yes! but at least it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its time to look forward to the next chapter of life. work? studies? both most probably. gotta find time to do both. and now comes the problem of finance. no more free money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see where the road goes from here on out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1922031604044925109?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1922031604044925109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1922031604044925109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1922031604044925109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1922031604044925109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/08/curtain-call.html' title='curtain call'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5526429071445498986</id><published>2011-07-24T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:03:34.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>le finale</title><content type='html'>the week is finally over. on any normal week it wouldnt have mattered so much. but this week was pre-ORD training week. we had 2 route marches. 4km and 8km. felt abit odd to carry the FBO after so long. 20kg++ suddenly added to me. we also had loads of boring lectures. well i skipped most of em and ended up doing other more productive things. and ofcourse there was UO. urban ops training and live firing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;route marches were okay i guess. it was pretty dead thou. seemed more like a tactical route march rather than an ORD march. it was pretty quiet. but what the heck. you dont expect people to be noisy after dawning on an extra 20kg of weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urban ops was... alright. shooting blanks in a confine space. my god wassit it loud or what. and my friend almost shot me. actually i think he did. but nothing happened. the live firing day was a rout. me and dale were pretty happy when we were detailed in the same team. at least we got each other and not some random potentially cock up person. and during our rest time we were prank calling alot of people. friends, sergeants, girlfriend of friends. it was freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad the week is over. it was a fun going through all that with you guys. bunk mates, friends and buddies. its never a down time with you guys around !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up - pink IC day.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet Faizal, Rae, Eryka, Jolie and Ivy on friday for Rae's bday. Jage PS us cause he was sleeping. and ive still not forgiven you Jage!&lt;br /&gt;we went to old airport road for dinner. had steak. was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;the cake was awesome. it was like some brownie cake.&lt;br /&gt;went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pizza hut on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;dint go out.&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;got a few phone calls as to why i was staying home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave with a few quotes from the army ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Everyday stronger, better, faster!"&lt;br /&gt;"Tough times dont last, but tough men do~"&lt;br /&gt;*Golden Rule*&lt;br /&gt;"DO BUT DONT GET CAUGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and this ones from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If you run too fast, you are bound to fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5526429071445498986?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5526429071445498986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5526429071445498986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5526429071445498986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5526429071445498986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/07/le-finale.html' title='le finale'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1535051865276468042</id><published>2011-07-18T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:49:26.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its hard to hide</title><content type='html'>just when i thought things were going the way i want them to, something had to happen. it always does dunnit. life always finds a way to screw me over. but its okay, no matter how many lemons it throws at me, its about making more vodka lime and dealing with it. sometimes i dont understand why things cant continue the way they were. was it that bad? was it so hard? im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do know one thing. it kills me to hide how i feel after knowing i shouldnt have to. sometimes, somethings just dont make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive got pre ORD training coming up. 1 week, in camp. gonna be gearing up for some tough stuff. guess im gonna have to look elsewhere to get through this particular week. bad things happening at a bad time. sometimes its all about timing aint it. that difference between hitting the back of the net, or blasting the ball into oblivion. bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i shall take a page outta another book here. to lower your expectations is to lower anything related to said expectation. maybe thats what i should do. i cant stop the rain from falling. and even the flash, the fastest man on earth has to slow down sometimes, doesnt mean he likes it. my god, sometimes i wish i did not think so much. sometimes i wish there was a switch for these things. so i can turn it all off. i used to. now its lost~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1535051865276468042?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1535051865276468042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1535051865276468042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1535051865276468042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1535051865276468042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-hard-to-hide.html' title='its hard to hide'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2018024020763109893</id><published>2011-07-10T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:56:28.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera, Sera</title><content type='html'>watched Transformers 3 on thursday. despite the length of the movie i think it was pretty alright. action scenes were good. but still T1 takes the cake. but there were some parts of the movie that were abit off. like how is the most powerful autobot tangled up in a bunch of freaking cables. i mean the guys gotta sword AND axe. and whatsup with the SCOTTISH BOT. last warning la that one. and why was there a FAT autobot. DOESNT MAKE SENSE. and moral of the story is, even machines can fall for the tricks of a chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went to SAFRA in the afternoon to check out ROCK CLIMBING! finally got a gist of the whole thing. after that went to east cost for the NDP 2010 batch BBQ. i think the turn out was pretty good. met up with all the guys. was good seeing you dudes. although we see each other almost every other day in camp. but still. dont get to lepak and talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. today. pretty fking awesome day. woke up pretty early. 830am. went for a walk with my family along the rail road track. walked all the way to rail mall. had a drink there. we all were slacking at some nearby playground. my super cute niece was playing there. we joined in the fun like a bunch of big babies. lol. i tried eating her food. wasnt that great. guess she cant complain.&lt;br /&gt;took a bus down to al azar after that. HAD LUNCH. i was freaking starving by then ..&lt;br /&gt;after a filling lunch. went home. showered. quick nap. woke up. it was time for football~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Kumar near his house and his uncle drove us down. think the place in jurong was called fairway club or something. pretty nice. 7 aside astro turf. played 3 games in total. won 3 games in total. think i only scored 1 goal thou. haha. but still, our team was OWNING THIS TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;and some dude landed his studs on my ankle. haiz. HAIZ. MEGA HAIZ. nvm, its all part of the game. no regrets. havnt played like that in awhile .. went home shiok shiok. the feeling very nice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Que Sera, Sera&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2018024020763109893?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2018024020763109893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2018024020763109893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2018024020763109893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2018024020763109893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que Sera, Sera'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6965401014722206725</id><published>2011-07-03T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:06:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><content type='html'>time to give my end of week commentary of my sometimes interesting sometimes boring but most of the time funny life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday went out with the fellas to ATTICA. it was alright. dancefloor was kinda small thou. there was like an upper floor also. first time going there. had fun ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday went to meet the guys for work.&lt;br /&gt;went out after that.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;went to my cousins house after that. it was my aunts 50th. i was kinda super late. im glad i went thou. the events that ensued at my another cousins house was epic.&lt;br /&gt;and despite accusations. i was NOT drunk or anything. pfft. i was just really high. and besides i remember everything when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home only around 6am. i died on my bed within a matter of minutes. woke up at like 11am. still had the taste of King Roberts in my mouth. but what the heck. took my shower and everything and off i was to Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say for someone whos last meal was dinner the day before and who was still quite high the morning of soccer. i played pretty well. i think, we won 5, loss 1, drew 2. and we were playing 1 goal change. i scored 3. so effectively i won 3 games. okay thats too much. ofcourse it was a team effort.  but it felt pretty awesome to get out and just play. you dont have to think of anything else in the world when playing soccer. cast all the nonsense and problems away and just live in the moment. the moment being that pitch in the Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL it was a good week / weekend. hope this week will be good as well. or rather i shall make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for some words of wisdom from one of the wisest people i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;"Fear is the path to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt; Fear leads to anger.&lt;br /&gt; Anger leads to hate.&lt;br /&gt; Hate leads to suffering&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Master Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6965401014722206725?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6965401014722206725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6965401014722206725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6965401014722206725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6965401014722206725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/07/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-76426068798116626</id><published>2011-07-01T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T01:30:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the cold wind blows..</title><content type='html'>for the most part of my life, ive always had to learn through mistakes. be it my own or others. and i think its safe to say i have a wealth of experience in most things. but as is for everyone, i dont have all my bases covered. i guess i missed out on something. maybe in the past it dint seem important. i was having way too much fun to care bout certain things. but now that i find myself in a spot, im not too sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate not knowing what to do. i mean, its normal and all to not know what to do. but i guess its hard for someone like me who is more or less familiar with most aspects of life by now. but i guess i just gotta learn some things as i go along. and it looks like for once, ilez have to adopt the "proceed with caution" rule. never really adopted that rule before. but hey, theres a first time for everything. and i guess i cant just walk or run into EVERYTHING. gotta leopard crawl once in awhile. i would rather not do that to myself, but sometimes we dont always get to do what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, its FRIDAY tomorrow. gonna party with the guys. time to go crazy abit. its time to reconnect with my old friends - johnny, jack and jim. may you guys help me out abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"throw caution to the wind?&lt;br /&gt;not this time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-76426068798116626?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/76426068798116626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=76426068798116626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/76426068798116626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/76426068798116626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-cold-wind-blows.html' title='when the cold wind blows..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4957269544927451702</id><published>2011-06-26T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:29:22.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scorpion and the Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:COMIC SANS MS;"&gt;One day, a scorpion looked around at the  mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set  out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks  and under vines and kept going until he reached a river. &lt;p&gt; The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the  situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then  checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn  back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream  on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help  getting across the stream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be  so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to &lt;i&gt;kill&lt;/i&gt; me?" asked the frog hesitantly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about  when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get  back to the shore!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me  to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help,  that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over  to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger.  The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling  into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy  water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the  scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of  the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his  back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his  stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into  his limbs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I could not help myself. It is my nature." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:COMIC SANS MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I don't make the same mistakes twice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4957269544927451702?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4957269544927451702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4957269544927451702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4957269544927451702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4957269544927451702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/06/scorpion-and-frog.html' title='The Scorpion and the Frog'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4874396915418185538</id><published>2011-06-19T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:49:59.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luck ?</title><content type='html'>you know sometimes things happen to you, at first you might think.. hey! i must be pretty lucky. but you never know whats coming your way later on. i mean there are gonna be people who will be unhappy with good things that happen to you. dont ask me why, but its just the way it is. human nature, sometimes people cant stand to see others being better off. regardless of weather it affects them or not, people will always wag their tongues. but no ones actually gonna come up to you and do something bout it, most people are pretty much pussies that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, i do what i want. im not in the business of running for parliament, i dont need the whole world to like me. but ofcourse i never do anything to intentionally hurt other people. if what people do doesn't affect you, maybe you should just STFU and leave them be. i mean its not like what they do is affecting you in any way, so why bother about them right? i just dont get it. some people cannot keep outta other peoples business. but end of the day, we all do what we want to do, to make ourselves happy. maybe if you meant something to me i might put your feelings before mine. but if you dont fall into that category, dont expect anything. cause i cant be fucked about what you think. and dont even expect explanations from me - if i dont think i did anything to wrong someone, thats how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i think thats enough for now. and on a more positive note, i think ive been pretty lucky these pass few days. too bad i dont gamble, might have won something if i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't ask me what I'm doing,&lt;br /&gt;cause sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4874396915418185538?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4874396915418185538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4874396915418185538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4874396915418185538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4874396915418185538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/06/luck.html' title='luck ?'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-374336233352237324</id><published>2011-06-12T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:08:19.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before the end of the night ..</title><content type='html'>i wanna hold you so tight~ you know i want you so much.. and im so tempted to touch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i thought this was considered reggae but its not! was hoping to hear this at the concert. but never did. oh yea, i was at resort world sentosa - hard rock hotel Colosseum for this reggae concert by the apparently world famous Wailers. im not much of a reggae fan or anything so i dint know them. BUT, turns out it was a pretty rocking concert. first one ive ever been to and they did not disappoint! thanks to my uncle/bro Raja who got us VIP passes to the concert. free flow, but until 830pm only. and OH! we got to meet Singapore football legend Fandi Ahmad! army daze star Sheik Haikal! and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed over to his place for a lil after party. Pave joined us there. all what the hell! he has GREEN LANTERN the movie on dvd!? how is that even possible. but i refrained from watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to shooturz after that. and Ravin was able to pull some strings and got us in. besides the broken aircon, it was awesome. ran into a few familiar faces. thats always nice. left when the club closed. had breakfast at this shop. pretty good food and nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm that was a good night. it should happen more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. not sure which is worse. actions due to boredom or intoxication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-374336233352237324?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/374336233352237324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=374336233352237324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/374336233352237324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/374336233352237324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/06/before-end-of-night.html' title='before the end of the night ..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4689563089940040394</id><published>2011-06-08T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:38:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X Men:First Class</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, met Vind n Lex and went down to Queensway to get the new business cards printed. i was looking for my ankh ear stud. and i found it! like finally. Vind also bought a ninja mask, but when he wears it, its more along the lines of rapist, mass murderer, robber, you know.. that kinda genre. and that's not the worst of it, he was actually wearing inside the shopping center. so me and Lex decided to tactically ditch him and go our own way lest people associated us with him. i have done some pretty messed up shit and NOT gone to jail. sure as hell not going to jail for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajan n Arati picked us up in the car and we were off to Vivo. met Sam, PS, Ramona and my sister there. we were kinda early so was just hanging out and the theater area for awhile. Vind pulled on the mask AGAIN. but this time we came up with a cover story in case we were questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie. it was awesome. loved the scene with Wolverine innit. when a guy like Wolverine tells you to go fcuk yourself, no questions asked.. you walk right outta that bar. the rest of the movie was still brilliant thou. next up is GL and CAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS and Ramona went home after that. the rest of us were deciding where to eat for at least 45mins. and now its proven that bad directions run in the blood cause my sister got us lost INSIDE vivo city. at least when i do it, its outside. so we all got in the car. yes the 7 of us. i called dibs on the boot. most comfy place in that car. had our supper at the cheese prata shop near NUS. the car ride on the way home was pretty entertaining. you got a masked murderer popping out the window scaring people on the streets and cars going by. blasting old school music. as Sam put it, it was a party car. think Arati nearly died of embarrassment, but she joined in the fun after some time. if you cant beat them, join them right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another epic night. pictures will be up real soon. i need to warn the world of the horror which is Vind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4689563089940040394?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4689563089940040394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4689563089940040394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4689563089940040394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4689563089940040394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/06/x-menfirst-class.html' title='X Men:First Class'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6513454992276339780</id><published>2011-06-05T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:57:49.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the Last</title><content type='html'>woke up to the sound of thunder today morning. it was loud. and when i say loud. i mean so loud it sounded unnatural. i mean, it woke ME up. and usually only my extremely annoying alarm does that job. sometimes it doesnt. but thats cause of.. you know what, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked out the window. couldnt see the next block. heck i couldnt see past a 3-4 feet. the rain was that heavy. was thinking to myself, if this keeps up we're screwed. cause COG will be postponed to next sunday. and my fun week would have been doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself to camp. took a really huge umbrella on my way out. mainly cause i wanted to protect my packet of nasi lemak. no food = me going hungry. and i hate to go hungry. so we were basically slacking all the way till 3plus when it was time to suite up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a blink of an eye, our confirm plus chop LAST COG is over. there was a really big crowd thou. think its cause of the holidays. and they were shooting the corporate video for MPC. so i guess this performance is gonna be shown for years to come. and we have the privilege of being innit. so i guess thats it for my time as an SAF rock star as Dale always says. it was a fun ride, and it ended well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In fearful day, in raging night,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With strong hearts full, our souls ignite,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When all seems lost in the War of Light,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look to the stars-- For hope burns bright!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is always hope. or so i keep telling myself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6513454992276339780?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6513454992276339780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6513454992276339780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6513454992276339780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6513454992276339780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-of-last.html' title='Last of the Last'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1887003775157924460</id><published>2011-06-02T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:34:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Eyes feel the Cold Wind's Embace</title><content type='html'>these past 2 weeks have been physically and mentally draining i must say. last week was full of training and it ended with us performing at the RSAF open house. it was from thursday to sunday. monday it was back to camp for COG rehearsals. and i think SPDS S3 are like the role models as seniors. We are mounting performances while our juniors dont have to. UP THERE LA WE ALL. unlike other platoons who play the seniority. im just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! amidst all the chaos, i of course found some time to cut loose. caught the champions league final with cousins and friends and friends of friends who were pretty fun to hang with. first time i've seen so many people un United jerseys in one place, in real life. although the match itself was a disappointment, the company coupled with food and drinks made it worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch Dylon Dog with Vind today. good movie! met Sam after that. went to the LIBRARY! like when was the last time i went there.. and i ended up borrowing 2 books. haha. its been quite some time since i read books. maybe i should start back the good habit. and as usual when the 2-3 of us band together, its always a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for this sunday to be over. its gonna be our LAST OF THE LAST performance, confirm plus chop, sign and seal by the president.  and after that its time to REST. cant wait for next week. im gonna be a really happy lad. but it still feels like somethings missing.. hmm.. ive not played football in a really long time. could be that. or could be something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1887003775157924460?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1887003775157924460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1887003775157924460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1887003775157924460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1887003775157924460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/06/closed-eyes-feel-cold-winds-embace.html' title='Closed Eyes feel the Cold Wind&apos;s Embace'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4218089347957954065</id><published>2011-05-25T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:36:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top of the world</title><content type='html'>lets start from saturday. i was bumming at home feeling sick and all. was suppose to go visit my uncle cause he got back from the hospital. but somehow i ended up in town, at hard rock. playing 2 person truth or dare is just asking for trouble, so are drinking games.. wanted to go find the guys after that but one thing led to another and i ended up at a jetty in yishun. seriously i dont know how these things happen but they just do. and im glad i met the dudes. talking about stuff helps! and apparently running at top speed with an assortment of booze fused into your blood is also pretty exhilarating. especially when its at freakin 4am, in a dark, unfamiliar surrounding. happening la my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday went to play football at yishun with ray and his friends. we were getting owned by the other team at first. but later part we managed to bang in just as many goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, the Chief of Army came to our humble camp. we had to do a performance for him. to us it was probably just another performance. we've been doing this for so long. losing the feel, but the skill remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday went to the gym. did some pretty crazy PT plus weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, had run in the morning. did some PT after that. now i feel like im having one of those female cramps cause my abs are dying after all the crunches, flutter/bicycle kicks, spartan sit ups etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be on air force open house duty from thursday to saturday. so if any of you have nothing better to do on a saturday and feel like you have the need to view fighter planes and helicopters flying around in formation please do come down. and do look out for, probably the only grounded performance. men wearing dark green uniform and a while helmet spinning rifles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Your daddy must have been a drug dealer,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you dope.&lt;br /&gt;You the Bonnie to my Clyde,&lt;br /&gt;Juliet and Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you wanna go~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4218089347957954065?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4218089347957954065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4218089347957954065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4218089347957954065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4218089347957954065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-of-world.html' title='top of the world'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2661137949267128451</id><published>2011-05-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:56:07.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Champions</title><content type='html'>on Saturday 14th May 2011 something great happened. Manchester United won the EPL for an unprecedented 19th time. Wayne Rooney sealed the deal with a perfect penalty. so ofcourse this called for a celebration right?? *its just an excuse for me to go out and party, but still. GOOD EXCUSE OKAY!?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Janson in town first. he wasnt fast enough to get on the same bus as me so i had to get off. took a train down to CQ station and walked to rebel where Ray who was suppose to be late was already in the que. go figure. maybe he super sped his way there or his taxi uncle was speeding. the que was pretty longish, but lucky Ray was innit so we slot ourselves in. got the chop and went off to find a place to sit down and catch up on old times. and by that i mean finish the bottle of jim beam i brought. and it was funny as hell. the 3 of us. after awhile Rays friend came. we were at our limit with the bottle when we decided to head into the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having a pretty rocking time when Avi msged me. and it so happened that the both of us were at the same place. so i went looking for him. and ofcourse he had to be the VIP room's VIP balcony. yea thats right. double VIP. was hanging out with him awhile. Janson and Ray managed to come up there too. so we were all just hanging out and making friends with random people. i somehow ended up freestyle rapping with an NFL player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so it was a pretty crazy night. i completely crashed when i reached home. at least when i woke up i was feeling fine. damm guys. that was one power pack night la! next time lets get a smaller bottle. LOL. a befitting way to celebrate United's victory!! and i managed to coax Janson into shouting pro United stuff while walking around. good god, the things alcohol make you do. funny funny things sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2661137949267128451?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2661137949267128451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2661137949267128451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2661137949267128451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2661137949267128451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/05/champions.html' title='the Champions'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2397400551334231643</id><published>2011-05-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:55:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of ..</title><content type='html'>it was friday. had to run 10km in the morning. it was okay. just that the route was abit repetitive. finished it in 52mins i think. thats a drop from my last years 50mins. but who cares, im not running AHM this year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet the gang later that night. we had the car so ofcourse it was gonna be another night out in the island. Arati was driving first. so the 4 of us had to squeeze in the back. as it is there were 6 people in the car. went to pick Rajan up from the east coast jetty. he was fishing alone. after that went to the nearby makan place for supper. had fried rice and satay and more satay. after that took a drive down to the pool place. but before that we had part II of supper. me and Rajan split some western meal. played pool and LAN after that. and the 4 of us would die really fast in a zombie apocalypse for sure.. Vind would be the first to die judging by how he plays. we were all pretty tired after that. took a drive down to some place near north bridge road for part III of supper. actually you could consider it breakfast at that point of time. Sam and Vind had tulang merah. Lex had mutton soup. i had egg prata. Rajan had pizza prata. the 2 girls dint eat. after that it was home sweet home at 6+am on saturday. and you know what, sitting in the boot of the car - BEST DECISION I MADE DURING THE TRIP! super comfy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2397400551334231643?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2397400551334231643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2397400551334231643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2397400551334231643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2397400551334231643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-of.html' title='the adventures of ..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4883361406864889579</id><published>2011-05-07T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:31:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>football magnific</title><content type='html'>friday had to train for Airforce Open House. morning went to the MO and the fella i was suppose to see wasnt there. so i had to see another doctor. and he was like, err.. im not sure what to do so im just gonna refer you to SGH. he even called in another doctor and they both were pretty clueless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres a new rule that we need a fking off pass to go outta camp. seriously? wtf .. got nothing to say bout that.. thank god im gonna be outta here in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for football in the evening at NYP. was gonna meet Jage on the train, and saw JC there. he was after work, and i couldnt convince him to come with us .. pfft. went to the court and saw all the familiar faces. me Jage and Ajay were the last to arrive, or so we thought.. alphie, ray, kishen, faizal, kashif and arun - who has btw completed the NDU course and is now a full fledged naval diver. proud of you man, you're one of the SAF's elite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like quite long since i played .. but after awhile as Faizal so aptly put it, i found my rhythm. that was after i smashed home a half court cracker. Sadha came after awhile. and we were all just playing and having fun. 3 random guys from NYP joined us. friendly fellas. pretty good too. i had lotsa fun. remember scoring 2 of my trademark scorchers. and Jage, 2/5 shots converted is pretty good okay!? considering the difficulty and range of the shot. and towards the end, marathon runner ashraf joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i picked up a really bad twisted knee injury while playing. freaking had trouble walking today morning. but its getting better. going out later to meet the poly peeps and maybe zouk after that. shall see what my knee says. its gonna be hard to party with an injury. but somethings in life are just that dam worth it. no pain, no gain !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as of friday, i got exactly 3 months till im outta NS. guess i can start the countdown. and i need to go get a new iphone on monday.. my current one doesnt allow me to hear people when they call me. irritating to the max ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wear your greatest weakness as armour,&lt;br /&gt;so that no one can hurt you that way"&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4883361406864889579?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4883361406864889579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4883361406864889579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4883361406864889579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4883361406864889579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/05/football-magnific.html' title='football magnific'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4564377303733669606</id><published>2011-05-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:51:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH ARR DEE PARTEEEE</title><content type='html'>lemme back track a little .. tuesday evening i went for my first rally! and it was pretty cool. you could feel the election atmosphere. that and the crowd were cheering pretty wildly and for sometimes no good reason. me ash mohan and sis were at the nearby block watching the whole thing from a vantage point. and we even had tidbits and drinks to go along with it. was like watching a movie, except Chris Hemsworth wasnt acting as Thor and neither was he topless here. that might sound a lil gay, but you gotta admit.. mfker is hot! enough digression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the rally drove down to mohans place and watched the NSP and PAP rallies online, but he could hook it up to his TV so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on wednesday, i cant care less what happened in camp but in the evening we were going to party cause its time to ORD. well not me anyways, it was our beloved specialists KWF and CTYH. Box brought one bottle of black label, and i brought the jim beam which has been in my drawer for quite awhile. well we downed that pretty fast and went into rebel. there was like 13 of us i think? quite a big lot aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, had a pretty rocking time there. mfkers even passed me the light stick and forced me on stage even ! LOL. that was some crazy sheeeet right there. if that wasnt bad enough, some idiot threw one of the light sticks randomly and it hit like a group of people. and so happened i was the only one holding its counterpart. lucky nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, we left and went straight back to camp. and i got pictures of last night in my iPhone. THATS RIGHT. finally got it. got it on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel/Zirca was fun guys. and my 2 specs, you will be missed. you guys have been awesome to us, to the whole section and to have known the both of you has been a privilege. im happy that its time for yal to get outta this place, our time will come as well. cheers to ORD and to MEMBERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4564377303733669606?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4564377303733669606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4564377303733669606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4564377303733669606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4564377303733669606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-arr-dee-parteeee.html' title='OH ARR DEE PARTEEEE'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6856949025531645002</id><published>2011-04-29T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:19:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars: an Analogy</title><content type='html'>you know when we first get a new car, and assuming we dont know how to drive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we start slow. and then hit the gas abit and go abit faster, keeping it constant. and once in awhile jam it down on the accelerator to kick it up a notch. and then go back to being constant. and you can always slow it down abit if the road gets a lil rocky. at least that way its a relatively fun ride and its gonna last awhile depending how long the road is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes when you dont know how to drive, you do something stupid like get in, go slow for awhile cause you aint too sure bout what you doing and then decide to slam your foot down going full speed ahead. i mean yea, its definitely gonna be one crazy fun ride but you know at the end of it you're just gonna crash and burn. cause when you're going that fast, you cant slow it down for some reason. so when there's a cliff infront of you, you aint got time to break. you just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes after all that wreckage, you wonder if you're ever gonna fix that car or is it beyond repair. you wonder, what if you didnt slam your foot down. what if you took the normal road and not the fast lane all the way. you start to think, what if you dint crash and burn? i dunno bout yal, but if i had a space time machine - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm im like a modern day Socrates ! who knew cars could be useful off the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6856949025531645002?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6856949025531645002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6856949025531645002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6856949025531645002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6856949025531645002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/cars-analogy.html' title='Cars: an Analogy'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3651522473669609254</id><published>2011-04-26T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T04:22:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost chalet</title><content type='html'>having some weird chest pain now. wtf. wonder why. could it be the chicken rice AND nasi lemak i had for dinner. coupled with walking around looking for the dam chalet. and then the martel and acai berry absolut plus SUSHI, hot dogs, ham and chicken. my body must be telling me to just fk off and die or something. NOT SO FAST !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after work meeting which involved playing with star wars toys and listening to emo songs, we decided to head down to Mohan's chalet. god knows whos idea was it to take the bus, but there was a pretty bad jam at PIE. we were half contemplating whether or not to just eat at carls junior at PS and just turn back. but the kindness in us decided not to do such a bastard thing, so we went to the east anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train ride was pretty hilarious. we should really have a secret camera following us around everywhere we go AS A GROUP, not as individuals. that would definitely make for an awesome comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after much walking and losing our way, mainly because of Sam we finally found the chalet. saw many familiar faces. first thing Ash did was give me a drink. i politely declined. but he then continued his story about how he fasted for 40days and stuff, wouldnt have been right to deny him. OH WELL. later part we somehow ended up finishing the martel, and having acai berry absolut. after that we were playing some card game with a deadly consequence of jagermeister as the forfeit. and it was shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the day. we had joy, we had fun, we played Wii till it was one, and the phones that were hacked signal the seasons come~ okay that was a really lame rhyme, but still, i tried. Jeremy was gracious enough to send us home. thanks man! appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well till next time! and wtf this chest pain. sorry im not ready to go just yet. WHERES THE WATERRRR!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"An Idle Mind is the Devil's workshop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: i should really start doing stuff and stop thinking so much .. but i just cant seem to get it outta my head.......!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3651522473669609254?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3651522473669609254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3651522473669609254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3651522473669609254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3651522473669609254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost-chalet.html' title='the lost chalet'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2742993853412851393</id><published>2011-04-24T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:11:57.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rule #1</title><content type='html'>a typical saturday. slept for 5 hours max, got up and went to meet the gang for work. work as per normal. PS was there. and to think that we would actually be nice to him since we see him so rarely. well keep thinking, cause it dint happen. see the kinda people i hang out with. and to think Acha even told them to stay away from me !! and i wish i had an iphone, the stuff we talk about deserves to be shared with the rest of the world. well not all, only the funny stuff. and not all the funny stuff. some of it are just not meant for human ears. and im looking forward to prawn sambal on monday! meeting starts at 2 my ass. ilez come earlier and you know it ... and Vind, you are definitely older then Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night it was Jeanz with the cousins. it was good to see all of them after some time. so we all went to down the bottle of Jack D at some ulu place. and Priya you need to like stop lying about your drinking. last warning !! lol. and Vinoth seemed already high, maybe from the night before? so that bottle was done pretty quick. went back into Jeanz. my other cuz Shawn was also there celebrating his friends bday. and pleasant surprise!! Sethu was also there. its always fun to have him around. after that it was mainly just finishing the 2 jugs we had inside and after that is was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Live your life and stay out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;Grab somebody drink a little more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: rule #1 - what ever happens in vegas, stays in vegas.&lt;br /&gt;there was a reason why i invented that rule, now i feel like kicking myself for breaking it. TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2742993853412851393?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2742993853412851393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2742993853412851393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2742993853412851393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2742993853412851393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/rule-1.html' title='rule #1'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6450368522199388449</id><published>2011-04-23T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:56:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIGF</title><content type='html'>thank god its friday - well its good friday, so yes you can all thank god now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and indeed it was a fucking good friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 4pm. that was like best sleep in a long time. i was pretty much slacking the whole day. then i realized what Ray had msged me a couple days back. so decided to take him up on his offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like the good ol' days. we partied it up. and i only came home like after first bus. havnt done that in a long time. the sun was up by the time i came back. so that was a pretty crazy night. now that guetta song is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"All the crazy shit i did tonight&lt;br /&gt;Those will be the best memories&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let it go for the night&lt;br /&gt;That would be the best therapy for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so this is like the 3rd time im partying in the week. omg. this pattern seems familiar, but old. minus the other stuff, this really seems like the good old days. and this week has been sought of a roller coaster. at some point of time you regret getting on, but at the end of it you're like. woah, that was a really fun ride! and todays gonna be the last party day, cousin's birthday. 4 times in a week. alrighty, time to get going. its a work day for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6450368522199388449?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6450368522199388449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6450368522199388449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6450368522199388449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6450368522199388449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/tgigf.html' title='TGIGF'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2052720877457202532</id><published>2011-04-22T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:09:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La LAN</title><content type='html'>oh yeaa. was out with the homies yesterday night. was at plaza sing first drawing money. who knew even places can trigger memories. met them at cathay and went down to park lane for a night of LAN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried out black shot, pretty fun but i kept dying seeing as how it was my first time playing. and i wouldnt wanna be a an actual war. judging by my first person shooter skills and situation awareness i would have died really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played L4D 2 after that. hmm, wouldnt wanna be in a zombie infested place either. first of all according to the game, theres like only 1 hot girl left on earth. cant have that can we... but i guess it would still be kinda fun to go trigger happy. although it would be alot cooler to be swinging a katana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly ! DotA!! alright. i think i would do pretty well in some ancient battle setting. cause we owned last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one weird thing bout yesterday was. no matter how much we were playing and having fun.. time seemed to be moving really slowly. maybe its a good friday thing where god for once lets us have fun without speeding up time cause thats usually the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so end of the day we were all pretty tired. i think i was the only hungry one cause no one was game for breakfast. cmon guys, it was gonna be 4 in the morning! and none of you wanted to eat ... thats just disappointing ... but we did however set a plan for today !! steamboat + clubbing? is it gonna happen. i sure hope so~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought..&lt;br /&gt;we've all heard the phrase..&lt;br /&gt; "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"&lt;br /&gt;but thats just half the phrase.. the other half happens to be..&lt;br /&gt;"heaven hath no rage like love turned to hate"&lt;br /&gt;interestingly true uh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2052720877457202532?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2052720877457202532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2052720877457202532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2052720877457202532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2052720877457202532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-la-lan.html' title='La La LAN'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4298379238613487160</id><published>2011-04-21T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:44:38.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brompton Cocktail</title><content type='html'>First things first.&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT WAS A BLAST with the members.&lt;br /&gt;Box brought out a surprise 1 full bottle of GIN from his car.&lt;br /&gt;after we were done with that, it was time to partyy.&lt;br /&gt;AND PARTY WE DID !&lt;br /&gt;and we were suppose to eat mac there itself. but after walking in and making me smell the nice food, they were like.. eh here no space. lets go bras basah there and eat. KNN EH. i fking hungry already sia !! and i clearly saw places to sit. but it was worth it cause there were 5 really high people in the car and the driver was prolly the highest! LOL. riding dangerous~ and many thanks to Richard who dint want his fries, so i had double set of fries. swee~&lt;br /&gt;guys, last night was awesome. we should do this often. ^^&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to Colin for the msn chat today. members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for a song from avenged sevenfold. very meaningful, at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Out of time...)&lt;br /&gt;Doc, I'm dying, I'm feeling compromised (feeling compromised)&lt;br /&gt;and so dehumanized (and so dehumanized)&lt;br /&gt;I lost my final fight to disease, I feel that this is where it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need that shot to enter my vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Brompton Cocktail blend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I can't feel my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't struggle on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running away, been fighting this so long (so long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;induced euphoria&lt;/span&gt; (induced euphoria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to help me move along&lt;/span&gt; (help me move along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna meet my maker in peace, i want to feel alive again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So put that smile back on my face and mix it strong my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="b-lyrics-from-signature"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I can't feel my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't struggle on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running away, been fighting this so long (so long)&lt;br /&gt;Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong&lt;br /&gt;And I take my life tonight ’cause I have the right to die how I wanna&lt;br /&gt;and leave how I arrived, so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe my sins have been forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I believe my choice will save me from this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't question why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sins have been forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe I'll find peace in afterlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't question why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I left this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I can't feel my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't struggle on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not running away, been fighting this so long (so long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I take my life tonight ’cause I have the right to die how I wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave how I arrived, so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alive)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4298379238613487160?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4298379238613487160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4298379238613487160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4298379238613487160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4298379238613487160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/brompton-cocktail.html' title='Brompton Cocktail'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5605942567591021724</id><published>2011-04-20T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:34:34.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad medicine</title><content type='html'>its funny how people never remember anything good about others. they only remember the bad. is it in human nature to want to have a one up over everyone else? either way.. maybe i shouldnt care so much anymore. because at the end of the day no one will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to camp a little later then usual today. my alarm dint do its job properly, or rather i was rather dead. was feeling really fked up in camp, haha with everything going on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, why issit everytime i let the stone walls crumble.. an arrow never fails to find a way to pierce through. maybe i should just leave it up, like how i used to. things were alot simpler back then. more straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as Nelly put it so aptly, it was all just a dream ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PostScript: Going rebel later with the members, cant be worse then Zouk. new day, new place, same people i can always count on to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old me is back ..&lt;br /&gt;and thank the inventor of the punching bag - my personal tanker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5605942567591021724?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5605942567591021724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5605942567591021724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5605942567591021724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5605942567591021724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-medicine.html' title='bad medicine'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5389642331055910600</id><published>2011-04-12T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:03:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike 3 - Im out</title><content type='html'>never thought it would happen, but i was kinda partying 3 days in a row. even on a sunday. the designated rest day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night was out , and then it was Jeanz with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night was with the gang, Vind Sam and somehow Lex got conned in to coming over. so it was after meeting, we decided to hand around for abit longer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best decision made in any meeting so far. &lt;/span&gt;Vind made legendary maggi mee with black pepper hot dogs. Vind found his UNopened bottle of Acai Berry Absolut. and as it turned out we somehow ended up finishing the dam thing. i vote we carry on this tradition ! WHOS WITH ME ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sunday it was Jo's birthday party. went there to see Ambigai standing at the reception and she refused to allow me entry to the food section unless i wrote something on the *card*. met all the cousins there, James esp for coming from down under. im not gonna relate everything that happened thou. but, i had a blast ! im sure the rest would say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.. somehow dragged myself to camp. somehow finished running 8km within the timing given. but to be honest the timing they give is laughable ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty alright too. slept until lunch time. yea i know, i shouldnt be saying stuff like that online but heck ... gym in the afternoon and i received news that i shall be performing in the SPF visit next tuesday.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not sure whats the link between SPF and SAF but okay thanks for making life a little more *interesting* for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, and there was one more thing besides partying 3 nights in a row....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5389642331055910600?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5389642331055910600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5389642331055910600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5389642331055910600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5389642331055910600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/strike-3-im-out.html' title='Strike 3 - Im out'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4639284795249574786</id><published>2011-04-09T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:59:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Confundus Charm ..</title><content type='html'>at the end of the day, even i aint sure what to feel! and that rarely happens ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE. because its pointless to make a separate post for JEANZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. met my cousins at hard rock after my night out in town.&lt;br /&gt;after much debating and talking we went to jeanz.&lt;br /&gt;had round 2 of that outside of jeanz. some of em had to leave. :(&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of us went ahead anyway cause it was Jo's celebration weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and needless to say, it was pretty happening.&lt;br /&gt;cant say everything that happened. but you guys ! truly members .. haha&lt;br /&gt;another party on sunday .. damm. and i keep telling myself i gotta stop partying so much ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i do feel like someone cast the confundus charm on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4639284795249574786?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4639284795249574786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4639284795249574786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4639284795249574786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4639284795249574786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/04/confundus-charm.html' title='the Confundus Charm ..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7327315168325811442</id><published>2011-03-31T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:59:59.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party like a Guard of Honour!</title><content type='html'>twas a relatively normal day in camp. had speed training and VRE after quite a long time. cause of the whole COA COC thing we have been pretty inactive .. so it was kinda shiok to run after a week. saw alot of familiar faces during the run. good to see all my friends around. was running with Sethu for one lap. and dude, dont be surprised about how i know things. the perks of being in the NDP SPDS batch. we are everywhere ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after book out, went straight home, shower bla bla bla and out i was again. and thank god for cereal, the any time of the day food. had that as a make shift dinner. it did the job thou. went to hard rock for Prasanth's 16th birthday. i was the first to reach, althou someone said 7pm. but someone only came at like close to 9pm, cause someone got lost along the way to the place she always goes. its like me losing my way from the bunk to the cookhouse. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we tried making Pras do a birthday dare. but he wasnt up to it. and ok TBH, with the crowd at hard rock, it wouldnt have worked out anyway. nvm... next time. maybe at Joseph's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and dude, i cant believe the fear your sisters have instilled in you. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that took a cab to powerhouse where all my camp mates were. and i literally mean ALL. sidenote, its fking hard to get a cab in that area. many thanks to the uncle who picked me up and who i had a conversation about sailors for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aside from my usual camp mates, the whole deserter platoon was there too! woots. was kinda surprised when i entered. felt like the old days where you walk in and you know everyone. haha. pretty cool thou. everywhere you turn is a familiar face. damm, wasted a fight dint break out. would have been hilarious to see a real GOH formed up and ready to go!! try having 48 pissed off MPs from the enforcement unit. not to mention back up from MPTS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also saw my old team mates there. thats the second time ive bumped into them in the same way. gotta club more often. maybe can see more old friends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the way back, we decided to stop the cab by the west coast Mac drive thru. was a pretty fun night all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people got guard rest. we have invented our very own CLUB rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we got time off today. rifles are all sprayed and ready to be spun. this sunday, the last mount of the legends~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the stupid screw driver stabbed / slashed me! my poor hand .... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7327315168325811442?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7327315168325811442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7327315168325811442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7327315168325811442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7327315168325811442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-like-guard-of-honour.html' title='party like a Guard of Honour!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1250922633786208494</id><published>2011-03-20T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:31:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut wars!</title><content type='html'>saturday, managed to wake up at 1pm and go for meeting. in all fairness ALL of us had to do the same thing cause we were all out the night before, except for Rajan who was happily sleeping when i reached Vinds house. but then again, whos gonna wake him up? we dont have a death wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet Priya and Saraniya in the evening-ish time. we were at this place at centerpoint. apparently the name of the place is Number 5, but im pretty sure thats just the address cause the sign of the place was written in Chinese.. and Priya brought me there under the impression that i could throw peanut shells at other people. but in the end I couldnt cause they 2 dint allow me to. should go there with the gang, maybe that would give meaning to the post title. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a few drinks S, got a little trigger happy with the peanut shells and started artillery bombing the both of us. so the both of us kinda fired back at her. this went on for awhile until common sense told me to just take the ammo away from her. we started playing a game called "I've Never". that was abit fun, seeing how the both of them shot each other. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Sethu's friends chalet after that. bought a bottle of King Roberts - the tradition carries on. we sent S home cause she really had to leave if not, according to her at that point of time - her parents would kill her. which we all said was not true but she dint believe us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us carried on with the festivities throughout the night. we played more of the "Ive Never" game which turned out to be really funny. took a cab home at the end of it all. and i think everyone was turning in for the night. so me sethu and priya cabbed home. i took the second cab cause i was eating my burger. the 2 of them took the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only regret is not emptying the basket of peanuts on *you*!&lt;br /&gt;(im under the assumption that you know who you are. and Priya its not you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really good sleep today. was even better when my dad came into my room and asked me if i was gonna be in for lunch, and even in my sleepy state i had the common sense to say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that Enrique Iglesias song is stuck in my head. the tonight im loving you~&lt;br /&gt;need to get some other song in my head. Aerosmith sounds like a good replacement..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1250922633786208494?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1250922633786208494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1250922633786208494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1250922633786208494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1250922633786208494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/03/peanut-wars.html' title='peanut wars!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6790054663203681993</id><published>2011-03-19T05:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:04:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROs night out!</title><content type='html'>its 5.48 am according to my time. i just took a shower after reaching home. first of all, not a single drop of alcohol consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet the guys at Vinds place at 7+. i left immediately after reading Sam's post on FB that our first order of business was dinner. so happen my metabolism was in over drive on friday, so i kept getting hungry really fast. its kinda annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 5 of us got in the car and first stop was some eating place in jurong. those who had the thosai there said it was the best they've had so far. so after settling dinner.. next we drove d0wn to kallang. most of the fun actually happens INSIDE the car. like me using my phone torch light to read the lyrics of love the way you lie and singing along, and other times where its a car rule that we wind down the windows and blast songs~ all your standard good boy stuff. well we had Vind and Rajan sitting infront so no one was gonna say anything... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out the bowling place in kallang, think it was too crowded and Vind decided that the east coast one would be a better choice. so again, more fun in the car. ended up playing one round of bowling, and apparently im quite good at it. got a score of 100++. cant remember what thou. we were kinda just being ourselves at the bowling alley and people were staring at us, but then again Vind and Rajan were with us... so no one dared say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and Vind actually scared the bowling pins into falling down even without hitting them. i know, its freaky right...&lt;br /&gt;and these were our names on the board..&lt;br /&gt;1.Alex the 1st&lt;br /&gt;2.Samuel Singam R&lt;br /&gt;3.Vind de Immortal (cause he really is, we still dunno how old is he..)&lt;br /&gt;4.Sathya the Vain&lt;br /&gt;5.Rajan Rock Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was off to some place in the east. the place names are slowly leaving my brain, im too tired to remember them all which is why i decided to blog first thing i came home incase everything got wiped out from my memory tomorrow afternoon when i wake up. had a round of drinks there. and went to play pool nearby. we were at the pool place until 3am, and apparently im also good in pool! found out 2 new things about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were kinda drained after that and decided to wrap things up for the night.. but as usual things never go according to planned. i was sleeping in the car all the way and somehow ended up at Al-Azhar at bukit timah! so they woke me up.. and since i was already awake and really hungry.. needless to say i had a really early breakfast. Lex was going crazy cause we kept eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet them later for work. and going out tomorrow. looking forward to throwing peanut shells at random people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and prolly the funniest thing that happened that day was when we walked outta the lift, each one of us holding a light saber in hand and the people just staring at us - epic moment 1 out of dunno how many*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6790054663203681993?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6790054663203681993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6790054663203681993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6790054663203681993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6790054663203681993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/03/bros-night-out.html' title='BROs night out!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-296909805785731551</id><published>2011-03-13T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:41:37.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet weekend</title><content type='html'>started my friday by not going to camp. was pretty awesome to wake up at like 1pm? lol. met Vind that day. had to run some errands. we were walking around bukit panjang most of the time. cant believe its so hard to find a printer. so we finally managed to mail the submissions package. and we did it in classic fashion. me stalling the post office to not close while Vind paid off the cabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we were just slacking at my place. somehow Mohan ended up at my place as well. then we were all sharing stories about me for some reason. MY MUM AND SIS ALL JOINED IN. thank god i know these people so well that nothing can embarrass me infront of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after they left, i was outta my house. went dbl O. when Priya first told me were going Dbl O i was like.. oh no. but ok my mood kinda changed later on. it was pretty swee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chilling at Yishun after that. was kinda stoned by that time. *really tired, not stoned as in drunk* went home sooner or later. think i reached home in the early morn. cause i remember the MRT opening when i was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! woke up at 1130am and met the guys for work. or at least thats what we call it. *work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed Vind and Sam - who used his convincing skills to get me to old CCK for some night shooting. got kinda bored after awhile. and i had to get back. was going out for the United Arsenal match later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Ash Shawn n Tas at 12am+. cabbed down to blue heaven. i was told it was a pub. it ended up being some soughta seafood / outdoor pub place. should have wore shorts instead of jeans. and United won! was super hungry as well cause that was the day i FORGOT to eat dinner. dunno how i missed it. lucky there was food there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sunday. the one day i love more then any other day in the week. the one day i can sleep to my hearts content. soccer got canceled today. boring! maybe i shall go for one of those endless runs. if only i knew the route to other estates... maybe somewhere in the north? but i dont wanna get lost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-296909805785731551?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/296909805785731551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=296909805785731551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/296909805785731551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/296909805785731551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-weekend.html' title='sweet weekend'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1953537268485488860</id><published>2011-03-10T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:43:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEAK out!</title><content type='html'>went for comicfest the other day. the intent was to find artist. it was largely fail but at least we managed to make a few useful contacts. there was maybe 1 OK looking cosplay girl there. the rest were just fail as well. i was cursing at Vind the whole time for bringing me there. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our time at suntec, we went down to republic of steak near bras basah station. Vinds birthday was the very next day so it was kinda his bday treat. really nice place. infact its so nice, im going there again today! with the poly gang. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after was COG. we dint really do well. some people cannot follow timing, forget drill. i also made like 2 mistakes from what i remember. but whatever. whats done is done. at least nothing hit the ground. i guess thats the main worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the United match was plain rubbish. we lost to Liverpool, a team beneath our grade. dont know what the manager was doing playing Carrick from the start. that was 2 lets downs in one day. hope they can regain their form this week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1953537268485488860?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1953537268485488860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1953537268485488860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1953537268485488860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1953537268485488860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/03/steak-out.html' title='STEAK out!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7737567378320551395</id><published>2011-02-26T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T02:55:52.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what am I gonna say next?</title><content type='html'>and Vind goes: sollamele~. *as requested*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day today but completely worth it. gonna blog it out while its still fresh in my mind cause god knows my memory gets deleted really fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took half day off to go for the TV shoot at MDIS for Indian beat. its a show thats gonna feature us, JPM on vasantham. i promised myself not to curse or swear when the camera was on and i was successful. BUT, the things we did on screen.. well i would have rather cussed all the same. but in general it was really fun. i think it captured the essence of who were. but then again i wouldnt want anyone i know to watch the show. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the shoot got a lift from them and headed down to Adams road for dinner. it was about 5+ but who cares. first had carrot cake. followed by 1 egg prata and then shared roti jon with Vind. i was really hungry for some reason. being infront of the camera works up an appetite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went with Vind to meet Rannie. hardest things we've ever done. had to track down his location. and then we went all detective mode and made an educated guess as to where he was. found him at a bar in the end. best decision EVER. free drinks ensued the rest of the night until about 10pm+, cause he had to ciao. guy had been there since 12pm. IMBA. imagine drinking for that long and NOT dying. amazing. his friend Maggie gave us some sake drink which was really nice. we were drinking that the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vind suggested grabbing a bite which turned out to be a full seafood main course meal. lol. the kinda thing that would at least require 3 people to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that took a really long walk from lau pa sat to clark quay and took NR3 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*what.a.night*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is far as i can type. im too tipsy to continue. had to do this while my memory was still intact. and and swee ah, sunday got match~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7737567378320551395?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7737567378320551395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7737567378320551395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7737567378320551395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7737567378320551395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-what-am-i-gonna-say-next.html' title='guess what am I gonna say next?'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3614391258780474707</id><published>2011-02-20T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T02:20:34.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day at the museum</title><content type='html'>was suppose to go butter factory with Ray on friday but somehow the plan got canceled and we wound up at the new Dbl O. dont think i will be going back there again. the only good thing was i ran into my secondary school friend. was good to see her after so long. its always nice to run into people you know now and then. although im "running" into 3 of my friends every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at like 3 plus. sleep, woke up at 0840 cause we had to be at the national museum for some talk. we were invited by the national library board i think. i was there the whole day and i cant remember the name of the event. tells you how much attention i paid. lol. well there were some other things that needed my attention more. eg. cute girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had free lunch at the place but it wasnt enough so we headed down to the nearest kopitiam where.. wait for it.. Vind broke a chair. IN TWO. how he did it is still a mystery. actually no, it was the sheer mass that even a one piece chair was not prepared for. pictures can be found on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after some reminding from Vind my memory has been refreshed for probably the next 5mins, so im gonna relate what happened at the talk itself. at first there were no seats for 4 in a row so we had to split 2-2. we did the whole "oh ya beh ya som" thing. me and Vind, lex and sam. turned out to be a really bad combo or good. depends how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the first talk by some guy we dint know but was apparently relatively famous we stopped listening and started talking and making fun of people and stuff. not sure how this came about but we created a statement of fact about twilight. prolly cause the fella was talking bout contemporary literature and relating it to our generation. *boring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" The problem these days is that people think Twilight is about Vampires, but actually it's really just a bunch of gay guys with glitter all over their body. It's infact the Chingay parade. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh and throughout the whole day.. every single session there was a Q&amp;amp;A segment and without fail this foreign student who couldn't pronounce mass comm would take to the mic and start rambling about something in her inconceivable accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so Vind as usual being himself, took this time to do what he does best. he actually wrote my number followed by some stupid message on a piece of paper. i knew he wouldnt actually give it out to anyone BUT, by the end of the day.. the paper was missing. just like that time you were announcing my number to the whole backstage during the public performance at SP. after that i asked my sis to scare off the girls who were calling my house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet our PR agent after the thing ended at 1700hrs, but she ps us. so went to Vinds house for dinner. his mum cooked~ and Arati also cooked! not bad ah, getting ready for the future and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive not had a good sleep this week yet and i wont be having my usual sunday sleep either. going out tomorrow. guess somethings are more important then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i took away from the seminar/talk/event thing today was that i now feel like writing a book! lets see how things go eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we need to book in on sunday. the need for our country to wayang to other countries is really starting to annoy me. wanna stop doing these things real soon. theres nothing honorable standing still in the hot sun with a ridiculously thick white coat which is almost impossible to keep clean all the time while holding an impotent rifle. they should rename the honour with something else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3614391258780474707?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3614391258780474707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3614391258780474707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3614391258780474707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3614391258780474707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-at-museum.html' title='day at the museum'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5397308298156538735</id><published>2011-02-15T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:47:17.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when wrong feels right.</title><content type='html'>thats when you know somethings wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. lets see. finally going to the hospital tomorrow to get my stitches removed and HOPEFULLY i can move my mouth freely and eat properly again without feeling pain. cause i checked with others, and its suppose to be ok after a few days. did something go wrong? oh and best part bout my wisdom tooth extraction was half way thru it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: eh, your bone too strong. need to do surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wtf* err. ok. can give me one more dose of the anesthesia?&lt;br /&gt;Doc: no need. i already gave you 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins after surgery, BAM! all the numbness wore off and i was drowning in a whirlpool of pain. lucky Vind they all came to the hospital. thanks dudes. 1 week late thanks still better then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to camp today. took the juniors for training and it was the first time i "tekan" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that i got nothing. lol. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5397308298156538735?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5397308298156538735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5397308298156538735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5397308298156538735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5397308298156538735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-wrong-feels-right.html' title='when wrong feels right.'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6057463299799148530</id><published>2011-02-09T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:16:27.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Cruciatus Curse</title><content type='html'>it feels like someone pointed a wand at my mouth and said Crucio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain is really wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can they send me back to the hospital and put me on permanent pain killers. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6057463299799148530?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6057463299799148530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6057463299799148530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6057463299799148530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6057463299799148530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/02/cruciatus-curse.html' title='the Cruciatus Curse'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-400790448885166444</id><published>2011-02-06T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:57:18.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one night out!</title><content type='html'>went out with my cousins yesterday. first stop was at hard rock cafe. first time there. and it helps that my uncle spins there. think he opened like 3 bottles. half way thru we had one round of shots as well. was pretty sure the bartender was tryna kill me and my 2 cuzs cause he made us drinks with minimum mixer and 2 blends of liquors. but after stirring vigorously we realised it was actually pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something funny happened there. a group of ladies was having a "hens night" out. the bachelor party for girls basically. so they had the bride to be go up on stage and had one of the waiters give her a "lap dance". it was kinda fail but entertaining all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left hard rock on a "high" note. was gonna cab down to JeansLIVE cause again, my uncle could get us all in FOC. that guy really imba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over there another 3 bottles of chivas + the music + the people. we've planned to do it again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Im really really really not a good boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that song summed up the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had some really weird dreams going on. dreamt that i had a gathering at MY house and i wasnt even aware of it until some of my friends showed up at my house while i was sleeping. i guess thats a real possibility. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im glad CNY is over. shops are open again. im just really concerned about the food shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im playing soccer later. sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-400790448885166444?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/400790448885166444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=400790448885166444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/400790448885166444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/400790448885166444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-night-out.html' title='one night out!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-493733639535793555</id><published>2011-02-04T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:04:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its easier to run</title><content type='html'>had the best sleep in all of this week today when i woke up at 4pm today. (i initially forgot but used twitter to check. the wonders of technology). just the slight after effect of pre CNY partying. finally met Ray after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine my distraught when i found out there was no one at home (thats not the bad part), BUT THERE WAS NO FOOD ON THE TABLE! i wasted no time in calling my mum and inquiring about the lack of food and lucky they were on their way home. so that was that. my late lunch was settled. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much watched Big Bang Theory the whole day and managed to get up to date with the episodes till the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my day was when i went for my run. first of all i completely forgot it was a thursday night until i was half way in. and second it felt like i wasnt in singapore cause there werent much people around. that was pretty cool. some peace and quiet. also gave me time to think. but as usual my chain of thoughts spiral all over the place. oh and im pretty sure i was followed by *something* throughout my run cause there was a strong smell of a certain flower fragrance the whole time. oh and it was then i realised it was a thursday night. i was too lazy to turn back and frankly wasnt all that bothered cause i had my trustee mp3 with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im running my usual long distance route until i get to the opening where there are 3 different routes. i randomly pick one and continue running. after awhile i find myself in a landed estate. so i kinda slowed down to check out the houses. them rich people are really rich! the houses were like huge. there was one house in particular, and it was fittingly at the end. it was like an MTV cribs home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few wrong turns i ran my way outta there. realised i was in bukit timah cause a few weeks ago it was the exact same place i was hanging out. near Vinds old house. from there i managed my way back. and ive discovered some new places along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt call it taking a few wrong turns, but rather look at it differently. i got to explore new places and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda tired when i EVENTUALLY got home. think i was running around for more then an hour. and these were my mums exact words when i got home. (to the best of my memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"where you run? i thought you one shot ran away from home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. cant believe she actually thought that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a light dinner. was watching a few other shows. dam if only shops were open during CNY it would be really nice. the lack of people coupled with an operational shopping mall. wouldnt that be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this weekend looks kinda packed. going out for the whole of tomorrow. although im still not sure where im going at night. the same level of ambiguity shrouds my saturday night as well. but until then, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-493733639535793555?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/493733639535793555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=493733639535793555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/493733639535793555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/493733639535793555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-easier-to-run.html' title='its easier to run'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7946317898170899257</id><published>2011-01-30T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:55:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i self destruct</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be really short. just a few things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i cant wait for august to come.&lt;br /&gt;2. i feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;3. i dont feel no.2 very often.&lt;br /&gt;4. i ninja-ed this format from Jage.&lt;br /&gt;5. i just wanna forget. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling Seth, cause everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if Ignorance is Bliss, then please help me ignore everything, cause who knows what lies beneath the smiles, laughs and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said sticks and stones could break my bones but words will never hurt me was wrong. i would rather sticks and stones cause at least i could break them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7946317898170899257?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7946317898170899257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7946317898170899257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7946317898170899257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7946317898170899257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/01/before-i-self-destruct.html' title='before i self destruct'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2660857284147967997</id><published>2011-01-21T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:07:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEAM-boat</title><content type='html'>first of all.. camp is getting kinda sickening with all the changes. some people need to know when to STFU and stuff. and whats with the stand parade early in the fucking morning. is that gonna help ANYTHING? its at times like this i just keep to myself to avoid unnecessary conflicts. and thank you punching bag for taking a beating that was never meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to much better things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Jage for lunch today at cookhouse. as usual our conversations were imba hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after book out went straight home and got ready to meet the group. met KaGek first at CCK. *until now we dunno who was the late one*, but as i told her we wont be the last to reach Payer-freakin-far-away-Lebar.. and i was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the rest there. Eryka n Jolie were ON TIME. JC n Jade came shortly after we did. Jage n Ping got lost finding the exit. Alicia met us at the steam boat place. k la not bad. i was just starving.. so the free flow of food was welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to have an unorthodox cake cutting for Eryka. *hope you like the present from ALL of us. :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really good to see all of them again. maybe we should like meet more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the place pretty late.. like around 11plus.. by the time we got back to town there was no bus left! the rest had already trained home. so me and KaGek had no choice but to backtrack to the station and take the long route home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off at cck and the walk back was super hilarious. seriously. its one of those memories that will probably stick even after a concussion. correct anot? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet the guys at Mohans house after that. Ash Vind Sam were there. another epic night rounded off with more epic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna visit a dentist tmr cause my wisdom tooth isnt helping me out. i cant wait for February to get this checked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2660857284147967997?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2660857284147967997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2660857284147967997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2660857284147967997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2660857284147967997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/01/steam-boat.html' title='STEAM-boat'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2004693842306404401</id><published>2011-01-02T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:33:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the post new year post.</title><content type='html'>gonna pick up where i left off. was back home on saturday afternoon. came back earlier then my folks cause i dint wanna hang around there too long. i just wanted to go home and REST. my dog was glad to see me! poor thing, had to spend new year all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having a good sleep when my dog started barking her head off. my parents were back. couldnt sleep after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much the whole day. just slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to my cuz Raja's house for his house warming. pretty cool place. was there till really late. watched the United game. it was kinda scary. it couldve gone either way. but United pulled thru. watched the Liverpool game after that. they kinda suck. but somehow managed to win. i guess both teams dint play that well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home at around 3+am. shower. dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 4pm today. dint head down to watch COG cause it was raining and all... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its back to camp on wednesday.. ahh. i actually feel like going back after my long break. its back to bizness, time to start working out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2004693842306404401?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2004693842306404401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2004693842306404401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2004693842306404401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2004693842306404401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/01/post-new-year-post.html' title='the post new year post.'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2967311916341478138</id><published>2011-01-02T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:40:31.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2011</title><content type='html'>it was new years eve and we were gearing up for a one night stay at JB - Zon hotel. (Zon is how they spell Zone btw..) i was seriously tired cause the day before we went to the 13 cells place (the old CID building) it wasnt scary at all, yea so dont waste your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the hotel, took some time to check in cause its kinda slow over there. but after awhile i got up to my room. and seriously i want that hotel bed and pillows. its imba comfortable. like i could sleep the moment i touched the bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled down and had lunch. after that me ash and my dad went to shop for the booze. oh and one awesome thing bout Zon is that its a duty free place + everything is in RM. so yeaa. cheap as hell. but one catch is that you gotta finish what you bought there. got 2 chivas, 1 balies and one crate of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 5pm we headed down to the members lounge for their free buffet thing. it was the most imba thing ive ever experienced. even the booze was free. wtf right. well it lasted until 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep after that. dint know where the rest of them were. went down to the suite room for dinner. we had like 6 rooms. one of them was the suite. this was around 10+. had seafood. pretty good food. the wild boar meat was niceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down at 11++ for the countdown. ushered in the new year and all... by now we had already finished one chivas at the suite. me ash shawn and reks went down to the clubs area and were having a headache deciding where to go. cause we aint from malaysia and all so we dint know the area too well. settled at a club cabana with one bottle of bacardi. that was that, and partied into the wee hours of the new year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only woke up the next afternoon cause we had to check out. after 2 bottles and lots of other stuff the day before. it was no surprise that i wasnt feeling my best. wasnt having a hangover thou. just that i could actually feel all that alcohol still in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to remember for the last day of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;1. the one day i did NOT drink a drop of plain water&lt;br /&gt;2. first cheers with my dad&lt;br /&gt;3. first time clubbing with just the 4 cuzs.&lt;br /&gt;4. omfg 2 bottles and lots of beer.&lt;br /&gt;5. i did not die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUTTA HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2967311916341478138?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2967311916341478138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2967311916341478138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2967311916341478138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2967311916341478138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html' title='hello 2011'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7433192396304341611</id><published>2010-12-26T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:43:01.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season to be jolly..</title><content type='html'>its christmas day and im dead on my bed when my dad comes into the room and wakes me up, cause we gotta be at my cousins house for lunch. so i force myself up and into the shower. yea reason why i was so dead was cause i slept at like 5am on friday. why, i really cant remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch at my cousins place. its not been so long since i last saw my relatives so no surprises there. was playing PS3 with Ivan most of the time cause the rest of them were too engrossed playing with the new family babies aka my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;stayed there for awhile and was back home. oh yea, so my extended family meaning relatives and all were coming over to my place as a resting house before heading out again cause the next stop was only a few blocks away from my place. i pity the people in that 963 bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at home for a few hours and off to Ash's house where the real party started. i finally clicked with my niece! she doesnt cry anymore when i hold her. the kids just love me. and for some reason Arati... shes met them ONCE and they like her. took me a quite some time! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food. drinks. *good* company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can you ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ended christmas with a blast, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was your Christmas? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7433192396304341611?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7433192396304341611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7433192396304341611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7433192396304341611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7433192396304341611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='tis the season to be jolly..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-263073839638132044</id><published>2010-12-26T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:55:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIP</title><content type='html'>you know when you see people enter the club with their VIP status and all. and you wonder whats up there in the lounge. i stopped wondering on Wednesday cause i went in VIP style. *what up~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at rebel with my friends when i saw my cuz at the entrance. i was gonna meet them anyway but was kinda running late. but luck would have it that i ran into them at the entrance. there was a really long Q btw but maybe out of instinct (years of cutting Q in school) i went straight to the front. and my cool uncle who apparently is a VIP at rebel/zirca just brought me in. just like that. and so it would have that my luck that day would just keep getting better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my friends to get a bottle of king robert - our standard routine and just as i finished it my cousin comes by the 7-11 telling me that they opened 2 bottles inside. yea so i immediately followed them back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and the next day i was pretty happy to find myself sleeping on my bed. who ever said good things happens to good people.. they also happen to people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-263073839638132044?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/263073839638132044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=263073839638132044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/263073839638132044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/263073839638132044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/vip.html' title='VIP'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2323208666671021580</id><published>2010-12-21T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:47:28.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolie's 21st!</title><content type='html'>went to camp after 1 week of leave. first thing i find is my lock has been messed with. guys, i get really pissed when my stuff gets messed up, so please dont do it again. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just checked, im on leave next tuesday onwards till the end of the year. and im on off/leave tmr. and next monday is christmas off. so BYE MP COMMAND. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR! december - best month of the year. now i gotta plan what to do till year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to SCAPE to meet the girls (faizal was the only guy besides me..) it was Jolie's 21st bday mini celebrations. there were 8 of us and just to make this post a lengthy one im gonna name everyone. Joanne, Eryka, CaiPing, Ivy, Rae, Jolie, Faizal and superman. (me - refer to facebook pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at white dog cafe. not bad a place, pretty decent priced food and good food as well BUT the service is RATHER SLOW. after quite a long meal, mainly cause i was being myself and eating at my normal pace. i dont eat slowly, everyone else eats fast okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went walking here and there. saw the christmas lights. dam i love the holidays. faizal and rae left early cause they had camp and work respectively. the rest of us continued walking and inevitably we went into very girly shops. i was feeling like a lost sheep the whole time. finally settled down at star bucks and had this really awesome chocolate drink. i forgot whats it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parted ways at the MRT. i took a bus home.. overslept in the bus.. got off at teck whye and took a cab home. LOL. 3hours of sleep has that effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was good to meet all of you today. too bad JC and Jage cmi. hopefully next time there will be more people, like maybe next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2323208666671021580?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2323208666671021580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2323208666671021580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2323208666671021580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2323208666671021580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/jolies-21st.html' title='Jolie&apos;s 21st!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1222283750019109868</id><published>2010-12-19T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:15:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party post</title><content type='html'>saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at about 2+.. was having my lunch half way when Vind called and asked me to pick up my cake. on the way back i stopped by the hall where everyone was at busy preparing for my party. i dint stick around for long cause i was still hungry and they told me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gonna play fallout new vegas. continue when i return. i digress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im back. and its already 1am so ilez just cut to the chase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good party. crowd came in abit late but thanks to all those who were on time. guess i shouldve expected that. happens everywhere.. to everyone who came, i really appreciate it. and thanks for all the awesome presents! i need to have more 21st birthdays cause now i know how it feels like to be chinese on CNY. im referring to my $$ collection. dint bother counting.. but its a really good count. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up sleeping really late that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and points to note, not all the "fun facts" were 100% true. some were made up by my sis and evil friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to camp tomorrow.. its like a one day special. cause the rest of the week im on leave.. AGAIN. shiok maxed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1222283750019109868?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1222283750019109868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1222283750019109868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1222283750019109868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1222283750019109868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-post.html' title='party post'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-659341680361494422</id><published>2010-12-17T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:08:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia truly Asia trip</title><content type='html'>wednesday me and the guys decided that it was finally time to kick back and chillax after STGCC and events prior to that. so the day started as usual with something going wrong. first there was no ATM at the LRT station so me and lex couldnt draw $$. well lucky Vind had enough for lex and i had some ringgit on me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get to the singapore customs and try out the new biometric system which sucks for me cause apparently my thumbprint does not exist cause the machine doesnt register my thumbprint. the same thing happened at the ICA building so i dunno whats up with that. had to do it manually.. such a drag.. lucky the line wasnt all that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into Msia we went, and lucky we had Sam with us. the indian christian who took malay in school. how is that NOT blasphemous! yea well main thing is we had ONE person who spoke malay. at least me and vind could understand abit. lex just plain sucks at anything other then english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to city square where we would have spent the rest of the day. but before that, we went to the outskirts for lunch. and it was pretty dam good and cheap and filling. and that says alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we spent quite awhile walking around shopping like girls. oh and i was pretty sure that we were gonna get killed mainly cause of the stuff we were talking about. and me being myself couldnt keep my mouth shut and comments just kinda slipped out. but luckily nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself a new wallet and a vest for saturday. and i must say, the chics across the causeway are kinda not bad. and then there was this one cute salesgirl. ok lets not digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had seoul garden for dinner. and worse idea of the day.. lets go for thai massage AFTER stuffing ourselves. so that was the first and worse massage experience ive had. and FYI, i did not feel any different the following day... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one thing cool about the malaysian customs is that the entry and departure hall are built in perfect symmetry. so we got really confused and actually had Sam ask the lady at one of the counter if this was going in or out of malaysia. the lady laughed at us and thankfully gave us the right directions. we thought we were almost gonna be malaysian citizens for checking in twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that trip was fun! whens the next one?&lt;br /&gt;*i forsee the 3 of them going.. there is no next one...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-659341680361494422?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/659341680361494422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=659341680361494422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/659341680361494422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/659341680361494422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/malaysia-truly-asia-trip.html' title='Malaysia truly Asia trip'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3468660047140726693</id><published>2010-12-15T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:34:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Birthday post</title><content type='html'>14 December 2010 - my actual 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town with home boys Jage n Chris. met them at PS where Jage was in this really artsy shop getting stuff. later then i found out why he was there. i ended up treating THEM to a BK lunch. not sure how Jage got me to agree. he prolly used dirty tactics. yea if i remember correctly he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was off to Orchard Central to look for games. think we were unsuccessful there so went to Far East Shopping Center and found this really independent shop. they bought their games within a few mins. nothing much, went home after that. but its the company that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening had a few people over to my place for a small dinner. close family only. dunno what Vind was doing there. i told him got pizza at my place and he showed up. ordered pizzahut, cause i was too lazy to go plaza just to have it. so why not bring it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure what time everyone left, but again Vind was the last. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. pretty simple and meaningful way to spend the day. with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH, I NOW HAVE FALLOUT NEW VEGAS. awesome game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3468660047140726693?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3468660047140726693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3468660047140726693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3468660047140726693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3468660047140726693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-post.html' title='the Birthday post'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-36641901051317382</id><published>2010-12-14T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:43:05.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle to the Grave</title><content type='html'>clock strikes 12 and im finally 21! when people ask me how does it feel to finally turn 21, i really dont have an answer to that. i feel the same way i felt one day ago. doesnt make a difference now that im legally an adult. theres nothing extra i can do now, that i havnt already done before.. so its all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im just happy to be here where i am right now (in my room, infront of my computer). cause that means alot to me more then you would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-36641901051317382?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/36641901051317382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=36641901051317382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/36641901051317382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/36641901051317382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/cradle-to-grave.html' title='Cradle to the Grave'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-418452925396385950</id><published>2010-12-10T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:49:42.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one helluva day.</title><content type='html'>got a lift from Leo to the Cage on wednesday. JJ was with us too ofcourse. was kinda surprised when i reached there cause almost everyone was early, and that is pretty rare considering some of our past cohesions. i guess the importance of soccer is pretty up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my team line up was pretty strong. Leo, Kenneth(PC), Chris and SY. we managed to win all our games except the last one, where my shoes decided to give up on me. bad timing. threw them away on the spot. but it was pretty dam fun and tiring to play soccer there after a long time. and its been quite awhile since ive played soccer!! i need to play more. i forgot how fun it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Mac where Leo treated our whole section. check out the facebook pictures. ive not seen that many mac meals on one table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. rested. met the guys at Suntec to recce the event location. the company name was spelt wrong AGAIN. but lucky they changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to PS's bday chalet after that. the universe hating us as usual had other plans thou. we ended up at the wrong chalet and had to walk back to the correct one. left around 10 plus cause i was gonna meet some section mates for "nights out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up going to rebel. and i gotta thank Harold for this idea. the 4 of us excluding Box, who was the designated driver for that day shared one bottle of King Roberts. and it was a really good idea that we ended up doing so. and as Colin would say, "what a night!". couldnt agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home feeling really sleepy. BUT. had to work the next day. so i activated my reserve energy and the whole of today ive been at Suntec setting up the booth for STGCC. event starts tomorrow and ends on Sunday. hope all goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"don't ask, don't tell" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-418452925396385950?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/418452925396385950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=418452925396385950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/418452925396385950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/418452925396385950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-helluva-day.html' title='one helluva day.'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5380951820160991225</id><published>2010-12-07T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:09:17.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Million $ Cohesion</title><content type='html'>had a fast SM parade in the morning. funny thing was as he was reading out the black listed things done in that year, my mind was relating it to the different people. wonder how i know so many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was back to bunk.. slacking.. playing PSP.. waiting when we could get outta camp cause we were going to Avi's house for section cohesion. and i really wanted to see if his house was the size of MPTS. so the official book out timing written on the book was 1030. took a cab down to his house, palace whatever you wanna call it. and it felt like i was in the show MTV cribs. so just make the comparison yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time there. playing ps3 on his 65inch flat screen TV. playing pool. hanging out in the swimming pool. BBQ-ing or rather just eating BBQ-ed food compliments of Nadz and Dale. his maid probably has a degree in cooking cause she whipped up some pretty good stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was involuntarily coaxed into the pool by some of the guys. whos bright idea is it to throw a guy in while hes still in his jeans!? LOL. so at the end of the day, while going home.. on the MRT.. in PUBLIC.. i was rocking a shirt-soccer shorts-canvas shoes combo. if it wasn't me, i don't think anyone could have pulled that off. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome party dude. we should do one again. but this time with access to your cupboard full of alcohol loaded drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was just thinking. since we are SPDS aka Platoon 1 aka Ceremonial sacrificial lambs. we should take every opportunity we get to just enjoy and have fun. (translated into OFFS and sleeping in bunk or "cohesion" or "ops") cause if not, life is gonna be really mundane and we don't want that. so lets continue doing what we do best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to make yal jealous... but tomorrow is PLATOON level cohesion at the Cage - Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"work hard, play harder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5380951820160991225?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5380951820160991225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5380951820160991225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5380951820160991225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5380951820160991225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/million-cohesion.html' title='Million $ Cohesion'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-8001002751097862243</id><published>2010-12-07T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:32:44.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>table manners</title><content type='html'>met the guys on monday at Vinds place. we were discussing our roles and stuff at the event itself and one question popped up which kinda plagued us for abit. what is the comic about? and the writers themselves couldnt give an answer. so i think Lex came up with a generic one liner which i forgot. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason we decided to eat at pizza hut that day. depending on how you look at it, worse or best dinner decision ever made.. first of all my beef lasagna wasnt filling AT ALL. and well during dinner we had a really bad topic of discussion. first of all it was completely inappropriate to talk about stuff like that during dinner and no one in their right mind would even contemplate sharing such a topic let alone 5 individuals. and im not even gonna say what we spoke of. its now "the topic that shall not be named".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically everyone laughed until they..&lt;br /&gt;1.felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;2.felt like throwing up&lt;br /&gt;3.felt like it was the best exercise in a long time&lt;br /&gt;4.or mainly just dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i bet we spoiled the good memories the people around us were trying to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. table manners guys. it will only be discarded here on forth IF the topic of discussion is able to make us laugh until we cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-8001002751097862243?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8001002751097862243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=8001002751097862243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8001002751097862243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8001002751097862243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/table-manners.html' title='table manners'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-8602994382753802652</id><published>2010-12-04T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:05:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome December</title><content type='html'>sup people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its officially sunday - COG day. but its like in 18hours from now. gotta book in later at 1100hrs.&lt;br /&gt;im still kinda nervous cause im gonna be anchorman for the wave we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at Karu's on wednesday cause it was Vind's dad's bday. i was invited btw. i did not show up unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole platoon went on half day off on friday, but me and Dale stayed back cause we had guard duty. made good use of our time by doing our uniform and then sleeping until 5pm. and get this, while on duty at like 12am+, the both of us are sleeping and the guard comm actually comes up to the bunk and wakes us up to asks us to PROWL! omg. who the fk does that.. maybe hes not familiar with the culture here but still, NOT COOL man. and lucky i had my PSP and radio for sentry duty. that one hour passed really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine i was rather tired when i came home today morning. slept until 630pm. woke up feeling really hungry and was glad there was chicken rice on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis, Vind and Ash were at my house today planning my 21st. the stuff they came up with were pretty scary to say the least. im afraid my 21st is gonna be memorable in so many ways, not all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just finished marking stuff on my calendar. and this month looks really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;section cohesion @ Avi's place on the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;platoon cohesion @ Kallang Cage on the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;STGCC event from 10 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;my actual birthday on the 14th.&lt;br /&gt;going JB with my bros on the 15th&lt;br /&gt;official 21st bday celebration on the 18th&lt;br /&gt;USS with the EMRS gang on 19th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im perpetually on leave the whole month. time for some R&amp;amp;R..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-8602994382753802652?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8602994382753802652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=8602994382753802652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8602994382753802652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8602994382753802652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome-december.html' title='welcome December'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5736643917032913614</id><published>2010-11-29T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:14:24.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.1 enemy - the Flu</title><content type='html'>so i read that bird flu is back. sure as hell hope thats not what i have right now lest i be dead before i turn 21. i guess it was just a matter of time. my whole bunk and section was falling sick. and worse timing ever to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all its COG week. that means im gonna have to perform with flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;second and more importantly, the month of December is coming up. and im on leave almost the whole month! don't wanna spend my leave days at home and dying. especially not on my birthday and the event and Christmas and all the parties in between and the cohesions and not forgetting OPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my 21st birthday will no longer be held at my house after much consideration. it will be at the multi purpose hall near my house. more space = more people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i took my meds some time ago and am feeling kinda sleepy. let me know if any of you have a cure for the common cold cause the dam scientist sure as hell don't after working on it for god knows how long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5736643917032913614?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5736643917032913614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5736643917032913614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5736643917032913614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5736643917032913614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/no1-enemy-flu.html' title='No.1 enemy - the Flu'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6289452568665728319</id><published>2010-11-26T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:33:33.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>met Jage and JC on thursday for dinner. been a long time since ive seen my home boys. JC punched dinner at subway - thanks dude, so kind of you. hehe. (we kinda forced him into it, but he was feeling up for it with his officer ranking year end bonus coming) had a lengthy chit chat session, catch up on current affairs. went to walk around awhile and stuff and booked into camp that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JC, if only what you thought was real. but i liked that idea!&lt;br /&gt;and Jage, its gonna suck that you cant be there at my 21st. you better make it up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booked in at night before staff parade. the usual, played psp awhile before feeling sleepy. and its weird, i think the bunk has a sleeping spell. i felt really tired at 10+. so i knocked out pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt energized the next morning. got ready for the parade at MINDEF and all.&lt;br /&gt;and omg, worst parade EVER.&lt;br /&gt;we got stupid people who cant make up their fking mind over what they wanna do, and as usual we end up bearing the consequence of their indecisiveness which really sucks cause we've been standing there for pretty long and their actions aint making things better. needless to say everyone was pissed. and please, we are NOT your dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly wonder how some people get to where they are now. im guessing wayang bankai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im never staying in again. mainly cause its really cold at night and there is no heater in the toilet so... that aint working for me. cold shower in the night AND morning. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off on half day today thou. went BK with MingYang. he was telling me all about his Korean holiday. sounds like a nice place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i just watched expendables on dvd. it was NICE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family day tomorrow at an inhumanely early time. sometimes i hate this place. maybe im just having one of those days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6289452568665728319?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6289452568665728319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6289452568665728319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6289452568665728319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6289452568665728319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1256151630249984932</id><published>2010-11-24T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:40:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark days</title><content type='html'>hello readers, I'm just gonna be sharing my very explicit thoughts on whats going on around this island and around the world. first of all, i personally don't really care what happens around me as long as it doesn't affect me or the people I'm close to but every once in awhile i see things in the news which just cant be ignored. we can only hope justice will be done to those who got it coming. i know some of you will be gawking - this coming from a guy with low morale integrity, mainly Vind and Lex, but yea.. i too like everyone was made with a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start locally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is with kids these days. first of all carrying knives and parangs around. i really hate to say this but WTF are their parents doing. is peer pressure that high these days that parents have no control over their kids? so far there has been gang/youth related attacks all over the island. ranging from staring incidents to fist fights to stabbing, slashing and death. lemme see if i can recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. e-hub (east side),&lt;br /&gt;2. bukit panjang (very near my house).&lt;br /&gt;3. Yishun (GIRLS! WTF)&lt;br /&gt;4. AMK (trail of blood..)&lt;br /&gt;5. chalet (parang found in girls bag)&lt;br /&gt;6. Teck Whye (auxiliary police got beaten up for bumping into a youth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we gonna see a repeat of what it was like in the old days. I'm not talking 1990s or even 1980s mind you. but honestly i think this generation don't got what it takes to be real gangsters. and personally i would love for someone to pick a fight with me so i can teach them a lifelong lesson. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT - Animal cruelty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sickens me that people would actually go out of their way to plan and torture a helpless creature and actually bother to VIDEO the goddamn thing and post it online. its even worse when there's a paying market who BUYS these videos. seriously wtf. those china women who made those videos deserved to be shot. and the Singaporean teen who suffocated the dog.. well if i see him, im gonna do the same by shoving my fist down his mouth. sounds extreme right? oh well, hate brings out the worst in people doesn't it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST - War?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so North Korea decided it would be fun to fire some artillery bombardment at the South. and of course South Korea sent back 80 gift wrapped shells. an unprovoked act of aggression. i dont think its warranted and it would suck if it escalated into a war. they should have a "War" channel on TV with all the violence going on around the globe. bet you it would be the only channel with things running live all the time and with no repeat telecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so any ideas whats the world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1256151630249984932?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1256151630249984932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1256151630249984932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1256151630249984932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1256151630249984932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/dark-days.html' title='dark days'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6745091305187171205</id><published>2010-11-18T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:43:49.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the deathly hallows</title><content type='html'>twas a holiday on Wednesday so the 4 of us aka the gang, but not really a gang, just the normal group of friends kinda gang - pre-booked tickets to what might possibly be one of the best movies of all times, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to IKEA first to have our lunch + Alex's birthday treat. as usual the 4 of us ate more then the acceptable human consumption levels. i had 6 SWEDISH MEATBALLS! 2 chicken wings. plus ofcourse my main course - fish &amp;amp; chips. and there was mushroom soup and bread to go along as well. actually typing all that out makes it seem normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed down to queensway to get somethings settled. i was also dared to do some pretty weird things which in the end i did not. im not even gonna post what they asked me to do. if the video aint up on facebook yet, then they prolly are too busy with something else or cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last stop was Vivo City - home to the best theater with large comfy seats. met Helmi there. like after god knows how long. i bought the popcorn combo with the free wand. yea i know it sounds childish, but heck.. its Harry Potter! and the wand dint look half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the movie i only had one regret. i have to wait another 6 months for the next one. it was that dam good. so people, if you have not watched it, please do so because its just Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today - thursday, had our IMT. other then the bus taking forever to come pick us up, everything else went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is live range day. finally i get to use a real rifle with real bullets and possibly earn an extra 200$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something interesting i witnessed on the way home. there was a middle aged man and an ITE student going at it (verbally) at the LRT platform. it served for good entertainment up until my LRT came. i bet someone videoed it and it should on the internet real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, good luck to me. no bobo shooters in my detail PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6745091305187171205?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6745091305187171205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6745091305187171205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6745091305187171205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6745091305187171205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows.html' title='the deathly hallows'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4087607380217262049</id><published>2010-11-16T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:26:00.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops Pandora II</title><content type='html'>part II of ops Pandora went down today. eve of public holiday = magical half day offs. got outta camp after lunch time cause we were having some platoon meeting earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i managed to this time round STAB myself with the rifle. why am i becoming such a clutz. i think Dale pointed out, now all i need is a rifle butt smash and i would have all 3 ways of injuring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to RP for lunch. alot of people were missing cause of leave. but we still had a decent headcount. 8 of us. had the korean food there. or wassit taiwanese. i cant remember what i had for lunch. fantastic. but it was good thou. just that, there could have been more.. of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chilling at the RP cafe for quite sometime. not bad sia. there got pool table, a piano and guitar for the students to use. had a good talk cock session there. got some tips for combat shoot on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet the guys tomorrow. gotta settle some stuff in the afternoon and its Harry Potter in the evening! FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my birthday gg. all the chalets are booked. LOL. need to find some alternatives. suggestions for 21st anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4087607380217262049?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4087607380217262049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4087607380217262049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4087607380217262049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4087607380217262049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/ops-pandora-ii.html' title='Ops Pandora II'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2810990838813476153</id><published>2010-11-14T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:41:42.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another sunday</title><content type='html'>was forced to go for the war memorial today. i had to leave my house BEFORE the sun rose. and i actually got a seat on the LRT. thats how early i had to be there. imagine that, sleeping late on a saturday night and waking up at 0545 on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my aunts house for some post deepavali visiting cause i missed it the previous sunday cause of COG. had a really good lunch there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had the coolest cabby on wednesday on the way back to camp after clubbing. dude was like an ex racer or something. he was pushing 140km/h on the highway. WeiMin MingYang and myself were all ecstatic to be in that cab. he even drifted abit just to show off. needless to say we were back in camp pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres a holiday this week. gonna watch harry potter on wednesday as part of Lex's bday celebrations. watching Sorcerer's apprentice now. its not turning out to be a great movie as i expected and thus im watching the downloaded version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also got Bon Jovi's greatest hits. old school rock beats current rock hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just did like god knows how many reps of push ups, crunches and dumbbells. somehow during the workout i dint shag out. but after i decided to stop, which was much later and went to have my shower.. i currently feel REALLY weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2810990838813476153?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2810990838813476153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2810990838813476153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2810990838813476153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2810990838813476153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-another-sunday.html' title='just another sunday'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7583791895695425889</id><published>2010-11-07T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:23:19.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COG - Nov 2010</title><content type='html'>the premise was set. "one night in Beijing" was playing in the background as we all suited up into our number 3. (its our COG ritual to play that song on repeat just before we suit up and go down to board the bus. funny story how this came to be. maybe another time.) we all checked if we had everything and went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flash forward &lt;/span&gt;and we're all in a group huddle. this is JUST before we march out from our form up point. and the roar "SPDS" echoed through the buildings as we stood in formation. the parade commanders voice seared down the ranks and the band kicked off while we strutted our stuff down orchard road. after what seemed like an eternity of shoulder slopes and VOS's, we reached istana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets skip the parade, (its not that important anyway) plus i think the guy said, "this post is known as this post". we pretty much were Laughing-Out-Loud at that. it was our turn to steal the show. the band were gonna play "fire and ice". i always thought it should be "fire and water" but hey who am I to question the titles of musical scores. so many other things dont make sense, why would this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all knew there was no turning back after we made the first step out to the front line. well ofcourse, theres the march off but thats not the point. we put on a helluva show, or so they say. im a believer. (in the good things people say about me or my team) so im just gonna go with it. but from what i saw from the back, it was a pretty good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done squad! lets keep raising the bar on this. i mean we got nothing better to do in camp. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and funniest line i heard today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I was looking at this pretty hot chick standing infront of me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;A: so good. my side all the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - wait for it - &lt;/span&gt;fatty fatty one!&lt;br /&gt;S: LOL + *stares in disbelief by what i just heard. dam, you never know what to expect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it might not sound funny when you read it. but when Akhbar says it with his eyes wide open and his not so manly voice. its kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is an OFF day. no monday blues for me. im gonna collect my passport so i can travel freely (as and when i apply overseas leave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so JC, you still wanna sponsor me that trip. i would truly LOVE to go. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7583791895695425889?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7583791895695425889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7583791895695425889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7583791895695425889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7583791895695425889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/cog-nov-2010.html' title='COG - Nov 2010'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3270185986167253997</id><published>2010-11-06T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:04:33.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In fearful day, in raging night&lt;br /&gt;With strong hearts full, our souls ignite&lt;br /&gt;When all seems lost in the War of Light&lt;br /&gt;Look to the stars -- For hope burns bright"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure it exists anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3270185986167253997?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3270185986167253997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3270185986167253997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3270185986167253997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3270185986167253997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7086309071467622895</id><published>2010-11-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:31:47.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops Pandora</title><content type='html'>had my IPPT today, and to my amazement i managed to 1.do 10 LEGIT pull ups and 2.jump 234cm for SBJ. needless to say i ran for my life (actually money) during the 2.4km. and i struck gold! $200 worth of gold that is. hahaha. plus a faster up rank. and there's gonna be combat shoot this month. so I'm literally gonna be gunning for another $200. the price of keeping really fit. to those who got silver, there's always next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had auto half day off today after COG external. so the few of us decided to head down to SIM to have "lunch". codename Ops Pandora. went to NP for "dessert", but that dint turn out too well. and the western shop uncle at SIM gave me student discount. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home to find my house pretty much looking like it just survived a tornado. my folks were doing spring cleaning i think. thank god i wasn't home earlier less i be sucked into the tornado myself. my bed looks like pretty nice. I've got red everything. from bedsheets, pillow case, bolster case to my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i just got my golden star, i thought id start my deepavali feasting a tad bit early. going to my cousins place tomorrow. i love holidays. the food is just..... INFINITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to s3, next week or so will be Ops Shepherd. please be ready. conducting, safety and supervising will be our good friend Jack Daniels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7086309071467622895?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7086309071467622895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7086309071467622895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7086309071467622895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7086309071467622895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/11/ops-pandora.html' title='Ops Pandora'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1125457169516632671</id><published>2010-10-31T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:09:31.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids these days</title><content type='html'>had a really, REALLY good sleep today. its what i love about sundays. the fact that i can sleep to my hearts content. or in this case, my body's content. got up in the afternoon around 2+. had my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum asked to me to sweep the floor, so ok i did. and i realised ive not entered the altar/prayer room in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for soccer at around 1640. Ganesh picked me up. as usual he sped all the way. the highway was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to some kids at the soccer court. seriously, talking to kids will give you a good laugh. for one they aren't pretentious, they completely mean it when they say "i don't know". basically honesty and innocence is hard to find in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them thought [ army = stay in for 2 years ]&lt;br /&gt;cant remember the other funny stuff they said. but i do remember LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i hurt my left ankle during soccer. worst luck. this is such an important week. IPPT + COG. omg la. hopefully it heals after a good nights rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for this week to end. and thursday gonna party again with the guys. friday going my cuz house for deepavali. thank god (literally) that the holiday is AFTER my ippt. and not before. if not, i might not be able to get my sliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright everyone, have a good week ahead. i know i will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven hath no rage like love turned to Hatred&lt;br /&gt;nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1125457169516632671?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1125457169516632671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1125457169516632671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1125457169516632671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1125457169516632671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-these-days.html' title='kids these days'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2626710194881608553</id><published>2010-10-30T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:47:20.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 2</title><content type='html'>the events which occurred on wednesday were very much similar to what happened last week. we went to powerhouse AGAIN. thats 2 weeks in a row. the usual gang was there although we did have a few additions. this time we opened 2 bottles of vodka. they dint wanna get too drunk i guess so 1 was stored. and you guys really make partying pretty dam fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to camp thursday morning at 3am+ and guess what, Avi was guard 3. so ofcourse we had to annoy him abit before going back to bunk right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday morning woke up at 0940. think training was starting at 10am. had my shower and all, and it was time to train. think MingYang dropped rifle first. so now he owes us one round of drinks. hehe. and how imba is this, i was gonna have guard duty on thursday. not sure where i summoned the energy from thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guard duty was pretty peaceful. had a good sleep. who ever said guard duty wasnt fun. depends whos doing. and Spike was guard comm, so that was a plus as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday woke up at around 1100. was told that we were booking out at 1130. dam i love half days on fridays. but this time round it was abit different. my whole section were going down to Istana for recce ops. but the policeman there was being a dick. so we dint have much time. ate at plaza sing and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much been going on today. mostly gaming and doing loads of push ups and crunches. fking hell, Usher does 1000 sit ups everyday. thats the long term goal. for now a 100+ a day seems like a good start. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally mum is outta the hospital after her knee op. shes either wheel chair-ing around the house or using a walking stick. please recover soon dear mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I'll be brave starting with you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll fall away if you tell me to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2626710194881608553?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2626710194881608553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2626710194881608553' title='0 Comments'/><link 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jetty grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i wanna come home this week from camp. home is kinda pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play soccer today. and not bad, even with a 4 man team we only lost ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friend picked me up on his bike and DANG. he wasnt kidding when he said we were gonna fly. 140 on the highway. my helmet feels like its gonna come off anytime soon. i feel like im gonna lost grip and fly off as well. but other then that, the feeling was *two thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a real good warm up and cool down before and after soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and when am i ever gonna put pen to paper... procrastination is winning this battle.. or is it something else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3014900688143335550?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-567620113535666255</id><published>2010-10-24T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:12:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Baby Tonight..</title><content type='html'>the DJ got us fallin in Love again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been hearing this song ALOT. that time at butterfact. friday also. so ofcourse i had to dl it. and now its on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure what time i came home on friday. think should be in the 3am+ range. went out with Ray. nearly came home drunk. NEARLY. but didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday went to meet the guys in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left at around 7pm. so here are the things which happened. not sure if the sequencing is right thou. i have bad memory. oh yea. and the occasion was for Rajan's bday. plan was to go lepak at bedok jetty and try out fishing. but we took a few detours along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pump air for the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the EAST side. first thing which came to my mind was all my camp friends who live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were rocking in the car. blasting music with the windows wound down. Lex said he wanted to hide his face cause his rep was going down. but everyone knows your rep only goes up for doing stuff like that. and half the time it wasnt english songs so Lex was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Vind was doing something close to dancing in the car. why install hydraulics when we have Vind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was collecting a bottle of Chivas from his friend. *i know right. its like once the weekends are here. i throw health conciseness out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to sempang bedok to order our food. we werernt gonna eat there. just ordered the awesome LAMB BAKED RICE. had syrup limao at the neighbouring shop. and i swear the east feels like a completely different country to me. its like we dont got those kinda shops along the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, just remembered before that we made a pit stop somewhere to buy food for Arati's mum. and passed it to her. apparently she was also at bedok. while waiting in the car, we had mac nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue from after buying our dinner. we went to the supposedly really good ba ku teh shop at joo chiat. and it was the first time i had BKT. and dam it was good. mind you all this was appetizer i assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere inbetween all the eating, we made a turn into this really rich guys estate to look at the HOUSES he owns. dude owns the whole stretch of private houses along the road. and his main house, has a roundabout at the front with a fountain in the middle. something like a freaking palace. and he built a house for his kids as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite last stop was to pick up Sam. this was the killer, cause now we had 6 people. and Vind and Rajan dint have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bear the brunt &lt;/span&gt;of this cause they were sitting in front. so for the rest of the journey the 4 of us were stuffed into the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we finally reached the place. had to mini route march to the jetty. and i was carrying a duffel bag from 10years ago. we set up camp there and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many disturbing moments and talks, food, drinks and lots of sleep for myself, i woke up at around 7am. packed up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajan got off at his house, which meant the sitting arrangement went back to normal. slept in the car as well. so when i reached home i dint feel the need to sleep more. if anything i will just knock off early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. i left out one epic moment. i convinced Arati to "teach" me how to drive. so she explain the brake and accelerator. she was smart enough to step out of the car while i was in the drivers seat. Lex wasnt.. so the moment i let go of the foot brake the car started to ease forward. me not knowing what to do immediately slammed the brake. i know its quite noob. but first time what, and i dint expect it to happen. Lex is convinced till now that i took a random step and it landed on the brake. but OFCOURSE i know which pedal i was stepping on. so he freaked out, started crying and whining to everyone on how i nearly could have killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna play soccer later. the rain seems to have cleared up. Ganesh is gonna pick me up on his new bike. the last time i took his bike, i constantly saw death flashing infront of me. hope its different this time around. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-567620113535666255?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/567620113535666255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=567620113535666255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/567620113535666255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/567620113535666255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-baby-tonight.html' title='Cause Baby Tonight..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2946012886683763400</id><published>2010-10-21T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:07:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i throw my hands up in the air sometimes</title><content type='html'>these are what NS memories are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went powerhouse with a few bunkmates and some other friends on wednesday. Ray was there as well. it was pretty dam happening. and we booked in at like 3am+. lucky thing for us that guard duty is done solely by people from our company. so its good to know people. was dead in the bunk and only woke up at like 8+? i think training started at 9+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not too bad. i wasnt feeling too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously it was a dam funny + awesome night. could have been better had more bunkmates had been there. haha. next time ah guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2946012886683763400?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2946012886683763400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2946012886683763400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2946012886683763400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2946012886683763400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-throw-my-hands-up-in-air-sometimes.html' title='i throw my hands up in the air sometimes'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4856639654649422557</id><published>2010-10-15T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:23:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exploration!</title><content type='html'>went to see the MO today. dude gave me a week of no boots. good man. but  i should be back faster then that. was home on half day today. went out with S3 to macs for lunch. was suppose to play LAN but somehow that idea dissolved. but we planned for a better idea next wednesday. butterfactory next wednesday, followed by thursday morning straight book in. WHOS UP FOR IT? then thursday training who drop rifle treat drinks all round. i mean the canteen green tea sought of drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got MPEU off~ shioks. half day + full day. can sleep. wake up go swim. evening play soccer. best lifestyle ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about the title. i went for an aimless run today. i only know that i started at 1915hrs and planned to stop at 2000hrs. that would mean roughly 8-9km. and i thought about just exploring the more "ulu" parts of the estate. so i ended up running on a narrow field. up a mini hill. and across a large field. and somehow landed up near a few neighborhood schools. good run thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just did the most ridonkulous thing. and no i did not spell ridiculous wrongly. because its beyond that. just skyped with Vind. and guess what, we were on the phone while skyping. ahh. the things we do. i dont think the word sense exists in our dictionary. and dude, that WASNT my sword on the bed ok.. i got better things to do then sleep with a dangerous weapon by my side. only freaks do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 3 new movies dled, and ready to watch. but i think its gonna be postponed to the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4856639654649422557?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4856639654649422557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4856639654649422557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4856639654649422557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4856639654649422557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/exploration.html' title='exploration!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5201016706370820311</id><published>2010-10-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:04:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first mount</title><content type='html'>did my first Change Of Guards today. well not the first, but first time with SPDS + performance. previously i was just in the marching contingent. all things considered, i think we did pretty well despite some minor errors which we rectified pretty fast given the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, my mum,sis,Vind and Arati were there watching. i saw them in the crowd and nearly smiled. lucky i dint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home and this was no longer surprise but more of shock when i saw Vind coming to my house with a computer on hand. ofcourse Arati came as well. so my mum bought a new computer. i think she just wanted to copy what i did. yea well, so no ones gonna be using my comp anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY tomorrow i get one day to rest. to sleep. to just sleep as long as i want. thats really all i want right now. 7days of setting an alarm clock REALLY sucks. maybe might go for a swim tomorrow. shall see my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jealousy - not my cup of tea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5201016706370820311?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5201016706370820311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5201016706370820311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5201016706370820311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5201016706370820311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-mount.html' title='first mount'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1978159628386378136</id><published>2010-10-07T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:32:32.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies..</title><content type='html'>bet most of us remember the first day of school like it was just yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;my memory is kinda sucky but i still remember my first day of sec school.. met some people then and ive never looked back since then..&lt;br /&gt;also remember the first day of poly, twas an orientation thing.. met some amazing people in poly as well.. but i aint here to talk bout that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly 365 days ago, i was put on a boat and sent off to a scary island. the only consolation was that my parents accompanied me there on the first day. the next time i saw them on that island was when i could leave the place for good. for those of you who are still lost, im talking about enlisting into the army. its been exactly a year. and how time and flown since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since recruit days in Cougar company. to MP basic, and then to SPDS course. and then being in NDP platoon to my current S3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad to be where i am right now. its gonna be 10 months more to ORD. somehow, i guess times gonna fly, cause im having way too much fun here. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus what better way to start being a second year soldier then going for a platoon cohesion. sets the mood right for my remaining time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"See you been around the Globe,&lt;br /&gt;not once did you leave my mind..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2769727884252621506</id><published>2010-10-06T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:23:42.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying alive~</title><content type='html'>thats 2 state funerals in a gap of a few months. im gonna put it to simply being unlucky. but seriously, can the important people just stay alive. at least until i ORD. you can die after that, i dont really care. cause i wont be activated to come back to camp at 8pm when i havent had my dinner and was starving cause i went swimming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to spend my nights at a crematorium until 330am. doing rounds and rounds of rehearsals which they kept changing. i can safely conclude that if we go to war, we are bound for death cause people sitting up there in thier high chair cant make simple decisions. all in all it was a really fucked up day yesterday. one of the worse ive had so far in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. shall not continue about this. its over and done with. thats all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2769727884252621506?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2769727884252621506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2769727884252621506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2769727884252621506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2769727884252621506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/staying-alive.html' title='staying alive~'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-8987692804531559424</id><published>2010-10-04T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:27:36.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is ending!!</title><content type='html'>aite peeps. im pretty dam sure of this cause when i was swimming today, there were like so many dead bees in the friggin pool. and do you know how hard it is to swim and avoid them dead bees. i was submerged half the time cause i dint wanna come in contact with them. and wtfuck are the people at the sports complex doing!? like cmon yo! at least clear them bees so people can swim in peace. i actually knocked into someone today at the pool cause we both were doing freestyle and weren't looking forward. i was like "oh shit", then the person said "sorry", then i apologized as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. so true story. swimming works up an appetite like nothing else. its the only thing i do which gets me really hungry. so yea, next time you dont feel like eating.. go for a swim i guarantee you will feel like eating. plus you would have worked out abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching "Get him to the Greek". hilarious as hell and really well done. not sure if they intended many double meaning jokes involving Kanye but heck, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took somewhat a half day off today cause, well we got nothing to do in camp. and my new computer should be arriving tomorrow!! hope i can get some time off to come home to collect it. and i need to draw a good $1300 from my bank! seriously, carrying that much money around is gonna be scary. even thou the ATM is a 5min walk away from my house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got word that COG is back on this sunday. so i guess we'll have a few more training sessions this week. friday might have cohesion at the Cage @ Kallang. not sure if that will still be on. the SAF is super concern about contact sports, and some more we got COG on sunday. im willing to bet its gonna be postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite its time to kick in. ciao!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She aint my kinda girl, and i aint her kinda guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we got one thing in common!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-8987692804531559424?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8987692804531559424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=8987692804531559424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8987692804531559424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8987692804531559424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-is-ending.html' title='the world is ending!!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3962424260261593199</id><published>2010-10-02T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:26:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my ...</title><content type='html'>baby let me love you down.. down.. so many ways to love ya..&lt;br /&gt;that was a kanye song by the way. it just went with the title. i ACTUALLY wanted to name the this post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death of the queen&lt;/span&gt;. but decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. as you all may and should have heard by now, the Queen of SG has passed away. and yes, in my opinion this country is still a monarchy. but lets discuss politics some other time. i just wanna rant about some things today. on second thought i will NEVER discuss politics here, because i am certain i will land up in jail, or worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in direct relation to the queen's death, this months COG has been canceled. wonderful! all the hard work and effort we put to training has gone down the royal drain. but who cares. we are just the peasants of this society. eh no. i think we rank worse then peasants. at least they have a pink IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE MY MAIDEN COG! AND IT GOT CANCELED. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to renew my passport on monday, but now it seems thats outta the question. man, fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my saturday was pretty routine. met the guys at Vinds house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after working hours, we decided to kick back. Vind made black pepper hot dogs WITH CHEESE. thats right. with cheese! im gonna die early but happy. my food intake is just absurdly unhealthy. watched a few episodes of BLEACH. pretty awesome how we managed to make that evening pretty dam fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there is no COG tomorrow, im not short on plans. already gotta soccer match lined up in the morning. and its time to unleash. all this *emotional* build up. is that even the correct word. im not sure. to make it more clear, all this stored up energy made up of emotions and other things needs to be unleashed. and what better place then a field with 11 opponents. im not violent or anything, just a little different when it comes to football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If i throw caution to the wind..&lt;br /&gt;will it come back to haunt me?&lt;br /&gt;i need a sign.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3962424260261593199?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3962424260261593199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3962424260261593199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3962424260261593199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3962424260261593199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-my.html' title='oh my ...'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4283294350535087910</id><published>2010-09-30T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:38:02.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poison Ivy's bday</title><content type='html'>met up with Faizal Rae Eryka CaiPing Ivy and Jolie today to soughta have a lil get together for Ivy's bday. its a very belated meet up cause her bday if i remember correctly was quite some time ago. went to Newton circle for dinner. AND what happened to meeting time set at 7pm!! no one was there. and to top it off, the dam slurpy machine at 7-11 was bust. next time im gonna come late, ON PURPOSE, cause no one is ever on time. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and random-ness, i saw Grace in the opposite train as i was walking towards the escalator at Newton MRT. the only exchange we had was a smile and a wave. followed by a mini sms convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today! i was fixing my mark IV rifle. and the screw driver &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vlad the impaler&lt;/span&gt;-ed me. and the armskote man told me that it was cursed. cause apparently a few days ago it cut him as well. so now i have a fancy scar on my hand which is pretty long. after that i dint feel like going back to MPTS and helping out being instructor and all. so i just went up to rest in bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at around 5plus. and refer to first paragraph and continue to read this in a loop until you get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"twas a long and lonely ride home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4283294350535087910?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4283294350535087910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4283294350535087910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4283294350535087910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4283294350535087910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/poison-ivys-bday.html' title='poison Ivy&apos;s bday'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1317648562620992395</id><published>2010-09-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:41:25.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ties that Bind</title><content type='html'>this week has been pretty tiring to say the least. chalk full of COG rehearsals. but hey, we need the practice right. so its ok. today was not bad. finally got a break. went for PM off. was starving cause i hadn't eaten lunch so the majority of S3 decided to go to JP to have Wendy's. regret having the double burger. should have gone for the triple cause i wasn't fully satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was our mini section bonding. lol. they keep kp me cause i dont stay in. DUDES. i live so dam near camp. it doesnt make sense for me to stay in. so stop asking me to. cause it aint gonna happen. and besides, there's so many other things i can do at home. i mean stuff like play computer, go swim, run, watch TV .. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so this sunday's the big day. my first performance. maybe the last? who knows what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta start working on my hand writing. how long has it been since ive ACTUALLY wrote, like pen and paper. lols. why you ask? you'll find out soon. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after MONDAY's pt sessions, i still have difficulty doing push ups at home. its like i havnt recovered. and hopefully by tomorrow im good to go because its gonna happen again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite peace out. im gon sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Rise and Rise again, until Lambs become Lions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1317648562620992395?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1317648562620992395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1317648562620992395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1317648562620992395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1317648562620992395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/ties-that-bind.html' title='The Ties that Bind'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5433234243432467198</id><published>2010-09-23T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:42:19.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot and cold</title><content type='html'>quite a day in camp today. the reality of splitting up AGAIN kinda sucks. the top people think very fun ah. suka suka split up their men. wait one day all dont work, lepak at KMC. see what happen. maybe we can see a parade mounted solely by regulars. wah shioks. that would be a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home today. its been raining pretty heavily these days. kinda annoying. cant the clouds just block out the sun and stay there. that would be perfect weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played badminton with my sis, bros, dad and uncle. it was really fun. and throughout playing i tried my best to refrain from swearing, but occasionally i would curse. and then look around to see if my dad heard that. well if he did, he sure did a good job acting like he didnt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back and had my shower. WALAO EH. theres something seriously wrong with the heater in my shower. so heres how it went. *shower shower shower* BOOM. the water became boiling hot. and i again, let out a very distinct, F-U-C-K~ hope no one heard that. it would have seemed pretty bad on me. haha. ya so rest of my bath i had to predict the varying heat levels in the water and siam it. wtf rite.. so obviously i have thick skin (literally) cause im not hurt in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kinda sleepy now. gonna hit the sack soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5433234243432467198?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5433234243432467198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5433234243432467198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5433234243432467198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5433234243432467198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/hot-and-cold.html' title='hot and cold'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-7968529843524544151</id><published>2010-09-19T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:52:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday's the sex!</title><content type='html'>there wasn't any actual sex involved. just a description. like how when person x described person y in this manner which i recall VERY clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person x: "wah, person y is the sex eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why am i digressing to things which happened in poly. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Jage msned me in the afternoon asking me to follow him to town to get birthday presents for his *friend* so i got nothing better to do right.. so i said ok.&lt;br /&gt;met him at 1500hours at woodlands, took train down town and headed to taka where he got the voucher thing.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, lets go bugis and so happen he wanted to get her helium balloons as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share what happened IN the balloon shop. this should be good coming from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Jage is there, choosing the design he wants. and me being a good friend suggests various designs to him. all of which he rejects cause its too "obvious". he wouldn't even pick a heart shaped one. so bro. i officially retract any ragging rights you had over me. cause you just a little girl as me in this matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he settled for a very NORMAL one in the end. no feel at all. haiz. DISAPPOINTING sia BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that aside. went to DC shop. look see look see. both of us got something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was back home. not my home. his home. since he was headed my way. might as while wait for him. and his dog is supremely cute. i wouldn't normally use the word cute. but here, i did. cause his dog deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 187 to BP. and we started talking about fighting and getting into fights and stuff. dont ask why or how. *the exact same line i told him when he started asking me bout stuff* and CO-INCIDENCE. 2 old men in the bus broke into a fight. was so tempted to shout "eh how old already!" since i was sitting right at the back. but refrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United vs Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;1. why cant we perform like this every match.&lt;br /&gt;2. why is the defense so shaky&lt;br /&gt;3. why did rooney seem lost at times!?&lt;br /&gt;4. Berbatov IS THE SEX.&lt;br /&gt;5. and we pawned them 3-2&lt;br /&gt;6. this match reminded me why its called the beautiful game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*readers must be wondering. wtf, this post doesn't seem to be ending!*&lt;br /&gt;yea its gonna continue ABIT more only. just endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was talking to KaGek on msn. and i shall post an excerpt of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Gek says:&lt;br /&gt; u are a guy, i forgotten that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart shatters into small fragments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she made amends for it, cause it was a "misunderstanding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ladies. (this is what i replied her later on)&lt;br /&gt;hint #1: don't ever tell a guy you forgot, hes a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought. "if person S was really tall. and person K was not. would it be possible for person K to strangle person S? i think not. but i think person S would love to see person K try because.. i dunno, ask person S~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps. im off to bed. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-7968529843524544151?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7968529843524544151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=7968529843524544151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7968529843524544151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/7968529843524544151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/sundays-sex.html' title='sunday&apos;s the sex!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-8650679577494334454</id><published>2010-09-19T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:08:06.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through shadow, to the edge of night...</title><content type='html'>woke up in the morning est 1130hours. dunno why, but i was feeling warm. and that's not normal. and i dint even wear a tee-shirt to sleep. got up, checked my phone. read the most well composed msg from Alloy who took the time to summarize the events of last night. i would post it here, wait what am i saying. i will never post it here! maybe in the distant future where the events of last night would not bear any consequence. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so yesterday after a long day of meeting, i decided to go out with my cuz and some friends. it was pretty late already. like i reached home at 2230. left home at 2300 and met them at like close to 12am. was suppose to meet at supper club but they were downing a bottle of bacardi near zion road. it was like just nearby Zouk so there was a good number of hotties walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. those present were Ivan Ravi Guna Alloy n Ganesh. we dint manage to finish the bottle there so i mixed it into the bottle of sprite. because it would look a lot more conspicuous if i was carrying a bottle of bacardi into the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time at supper club. pretty rocking place i must say. the concept is new to me. we got our bottle of black label there and found a spot to chill. its unlike other clubs where its a sofa, this ones more like a bed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after one shared bottle and one more jug. i must say it was a pretty awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;*cut scene to after clubbing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like 0500 and we're eating at macs. most of the guys are super high and we were all just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shared a cab back with 2 of em. back home. showered. on my bed. K.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new green lantern t-shirt is now officially my lucky t-shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-8650679577494334454?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8650679577494334454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=8650679577494334454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8650679577494334454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8650679577494334454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/through-shadow-to-edge-of-night.html' title='through shadow, to the edge of night...'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4293147402409791277</id><published>2010-09-16T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:08:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats what i go to camp for..</title><content type='html'>most chill day in camp EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that breakfast at canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i slept in bunk from 1030hrs until 1445hrs.&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even skipped lunch cause i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the briefing at 1500hrs.&lt;br /&gt;after that go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only everyday was a cycle of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPDS. best platoon EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4293147402409791277?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4293147402409791277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4293147402409791277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4293147402409791277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4293147402409791277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-what-i-go-to-camp-for.html' title='thats what i go to camp for..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-4868867697889121211</id><published>2010-09-14T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:49:10.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops Leo</title><content type='html'>Time: 1400hours&lt;br /&gt;Location: Bugis Junction: Seoul Garden Lv2&lt;br /&gt;Objective: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for Ops Leo today afternoon. it was our farewell lunch with him before he went for Wallaby down under. seoul garden was good! i ate for at least an hour worth of food. so this is how my conversation went down with my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avi: dude, where does all that food go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dunno. i exercise and have a high metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;Avi: fuck you. 10% exercise, 90% metabolism. beast..&lt;br /&gt;*continues eating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really good day. really felt like a COHESION. since it was only our section.&lt;br /&gt;everyone couldnt shut up about what happened with me.&lt;br /&gt;omg dudes. lets forget about it~ cause i wanna forget about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to kai kai at Illuma after that. we got a lil mischievous and our inner imps came out to play as we "disturbed" the people around us. mostly girls. and it was mostly Nadz being the evil one. his inner mat-rep surfaced. possibly cause he was backed up by 16 relatively fit guys. Dale and myself wanted to test out a theory on the security guard but decided against it. maybe some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the DC shop at bugis where they were having some massive sales. bought 2 tees. a green lantern and superman one. must thank Dzul for helping me with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto to bugis street. home of the bengs and lians. Akhbar (cute eyes+small waist) and me got $5 watches for camp use. the group split after that cause some were going back to camp and the rest were headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual me and JJ took the bus back, where we discussed ridiculous scenarios about a host of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint eat dinner thou when i got back. only had like a can of pineapples and half a carton of choco milk. that shall be dinner for today. my thighs are taking longer then usual to recover ever since the 21km on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr is my Mum's 51st birthday! my sis asked her what she wanted. she said hongpau (did i spell that right?). so ok, $51 seems reasonable. me and my sis shall split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week seems all set. thursday HOPEFULLY there is soccer cohesion at kallang. followed by stupid guard duty. and on friday after dismount must go sentosa for MP anniversary. dunno how long that will last thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i hope i dont sign 3 stupid extra for the towel incident. its fucking stupid when a solider cant walk around in a towel after his shower and risks being punished. and they say we are a 3G army. dumbassmutherfuckingfools. *angry*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-4868867697889121211?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/4868867697889121211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=4868867697889121211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4868867697889121211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/4868867697889121211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/ops-leo.html' title='Ops Leo'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1006244712016769897</id><published>2010-09-11T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:09:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deathwish</title><content type='html'>lets clarify one thing. the first meal of the day regardless of what time it is consumed is assumed to be breakfast. i am then allowed to have an additional 2 more meals for the rest of the day. that one was for you Lex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres the status. in approximately 3hours 45minutes, i need to wake up. that is assuming i go to sleep before 12am. meet my friends around 4-ish, and down to esplanade we go. where we will meet at rally point. and at approx 545am i will start my 21km run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just thinking. with the definite lack of sleep, coupled with the insanely early start of the run where my body would not have woken up yet. would i be able to effectively run 21km? im not sure cause ive not done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus the title deathwish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'd hate to see her leave,&lt;br /&gt;but i watched her go"&lt;br /&gt;-Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1006244712016769897?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1006244712016769897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1006244712016769897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1006244712016769897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1006244712016769897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/deathwish.html' title='deathwish'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1515709350764807993</id><published>2010-09-11T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:49:30.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patiently waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"you think you know me?&lt;br /&gt;you know nothing about me..&lt;br /&gt;and when this hatred engulfs me,&lt;br /&gt;you will see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;cause when there is light,&lt;br /&gt;there is also a shadow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: dam, another day of near death stunts. i love my job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1515709350764807993?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1515709350764807993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1515709350764807993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1515709350764807993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1515709350764807993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/patiently-waiting.html' title='patiently waiting'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6625083960730089442</id><published>2010-09-09T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T05:09:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a farewell dinner</title><content type='html'>my god. its 0431 hours. and im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the girls joile eryka and kagek in town. after what seemed like alot of walking we settled at one of the crystal jades at taka. so heres the twist. we 4 ordered our food. but the lady taking the order for some reason did not acknowledge my order. so while the 3 girls were eating, i was sitting there hiding my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile jage joined us. his lateness was excused cause he was just back from a really fked up outfield. so he got his food before me. lets just cut scene to when i got my beef fried rice. it was really filling and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bill came up pretty cheap. it was like 15 per person. and we ate pretty alot. i guess i wouldnt mind going back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we're like.. ok where should we hang out. and eryka being herself, carries a deck of monopoly deal around. so we ended up playing that. eryka, you should consider swapping that for normal poker cards. and to my surprise. i think to jage as well.. we found out that girls swear hell alot while playing monopoly deal! stunning huh. i was appalled at first, but got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end the 2 ah-lians eryka and jolie dint win. HAHA. ended up jage and first timer kagek won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so somehow i now owe Jage one. one what, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still suspicious about the 3 of you asking me to buy a drink. whats up with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so end of the night. the woodlanders took train home. eryka took the bus home. me and kagek managed to get the VERY LAST BUS. super lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent her home. and super lucky me managed to get the last LRT home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only luck worked overtime that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note. i need someone to lend me a little bit of courage. thanks. much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;for all the things ive done, WHY IS SOMETHING SO SIMPLE SO HARD?&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;someone please shoot me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6625083960730089442?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6625083960730089442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6625083960730089442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6625083960730089442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6625083960730089442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell-dinner.html' title='a farewell dinner'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-5251122232440316368</id><published>2010-09-05T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:26:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF ++</title><content type='html'>im not even gonna talk bout what happened in camp cause its probably boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play soccer at NYP right after camp. i went with Kashif cause his friend was giving us a lift to khatib. it was a full game when we got there. so we joined in. it seems like so long since i last had my dose of football. and it felt great. some people take drugs, drink, smoke.. whatever. but my release is definitely playing some footie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next time i wanna be team captain!&lt;br /&gt;cause you know. choosing the right team with the right balance and all makes a diff.&lt;br /&gt;and besides me and Jage need to combo like the double dragon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after soccer, i had a shower and headed to boat quay to meet up Ray Grace Leong Agnes and Gab. oh ya. at this point of time i was starving already cause it was like 10pm+. and i only had breakfast that day. so i dragged Ray out to a coffee shop to have my dinner/supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that Vind called and we had a pretty short but "meaningful" conversation. heres how it went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: dude. dont get yourself injured or anything. we need you for filming scenes tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;S: dont worry. the part where i could have gotten injured is over. soccer ended. now im meeting my friends.&lt;br /&gt;A: bullshit.. we all know the innocent fun you have with your friends is more likely to get you injured.&lt;br /&gt;*at this point of time, i cannot disagree cause its kinda true..*&lt;br /&gt;S: lol. kk. dont worry. eh gtg. im about to go have some innocent fun. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, scene CUT. cause what happens in club "DeliZious". yes that is how its spelt. stays in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say truth and dare CAN be a dangerous game with Mastermind WeiLeong around. and "shoot shag marry" was relatively entertaining. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the group split. everyone but Ray Agnes and Myself went in search for more happening places. after a few futile attempts we ended up at Yellow Jello at clark quay.&lt;br /&gt;after that im just too lazy to continue and shall leave it to the excuse that "ughh.. drank too much. cant remember properly of what happened".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i do know i reached home at 5am+++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoom to saturday, where i met the gang for work.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say, its not fun when you're looking down approximately 16 floors when standing on the ledge of a roof..&lt;br /&gt;but other then that, it was fun. esp blasting California girls in the car while winding down the windows and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. first sunday of september. it was COG day. not bad. pretty good performance from my batch mates. well done guys. and when you march down orchard road as the first contingent. the feeling is totally different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then.&lt;br /&gt;*goodbye*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5251122232440316368?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5251122232440316368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5251122232440316368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5251122232440316368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5251122232440316368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF ++'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-9100539941404032508</id><published>2010-09-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:22:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste for trouble</title><content type='html'>have you ever been in a messy situation and then you wonder.. how on earth did you manage to get into that mess.. well ive had such thought on many occasions.. i agree sometimes its my own doing that i get into trouble but SERIOUSLY most of the times its cause of the friends who surround me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the time i got stuck in a water slide. that was my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the times ive broken things around the house. my bad. (i inherited clumsiness from my mum..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or that time in primary school when i stood just inside the shelter while it was raining outside, and lightning struck not 2 meters away from me. i really treasured my life for the rest of that MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the times i got scolding in school cause of stupid things my friends did, NOT my fault. and they would make me laugh during the scolding sessions which would then make things worst. so the teacher's all like, "what so funny!?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time we got trailed by our operations manager (OM) in sec school for drinking in school uniform. NOT my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or those numerous time we've got into fights with other people, NOT my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time where 3 goons jumped me at my car park while i ran and picked them off one by one. oops. wait. not sure whos fault that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or that time AGAIN 3 goons picked a problem with me when i was coming home from lantern festival, and i handed their asses to them. its their own fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes how can i forget. my bro started giving away my HP number to girls at the public performance, after which i had to bear the calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when i end up in the middle of nowhere with my bro Vind. oh wait, that was my bad. cause i was the one leading the way. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. haunted temple and things affiliated, NOT my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, sitting on precariously on ledges while people look on as if im gonna commit suicide. NOT my fault.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok theres so many things i can go on about. but disclaimer first. im not complaining bout the things ive just said. its just examples. so yal get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TODAY. 2 things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first one. i spilled hot soup on myself. i totally take the blame for that. and btw i forgot true pain until today. cause the soup was straight off the stove. my mum was like, ok i made more soup for me, here you go. less then a minute later she heard a loud roar. (scream would sound too girly) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND ONE. Jage Lim. ive no idea what you did. but im pretty sure if you did, you landed me in hot soup AGAIN. and i would rather have it poured on me again rather then go through this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets break from all this.&lt;br /&gt;side note. tomorrow seems to be planned out as a good day. soccer in the evening and after that out with my friends into the night. god knows where. cause i sure as hell dont. yet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-9100539941404032508?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/9100539941404032508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=9100539941404032508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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simpler..&lt;br /&gt;i guess as we grow older, responsibilities weigh down more on us..&lt;br /&gt;so many commitments.. time and money..&lt;br /&gt;the two resources we always seems to be lacking..&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be physically drained every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;am i getting weaker? is my body telling me im not who i used to be..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should take a break? thing is, i dont got time for a break..&lt;br /&gt;torn between 2 separate lives.. its not easy. but somehow, i pull through.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly thank my past for the mental strength i have..&lt;br /&gt;day in and out, im not sure what drives me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;ironic aint it..&lt;br /&gt;but as usual, as history has taught me..&lt;br /&gt;in life, there is no surrender and retreat.&lt;br /&gt;do or die. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was random. heres MORE random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Time still turns the pages of the book its bunt,&lt;br /&gt;saw beyond what others see,&lt;br /&gt;foolish lies of growing old,&lt;br /&gt;now and then i try to find a place in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;where you can stay.. so will you stay?&lt;br /&gt;tis so far away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-5262208985951759440?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5262208985951759440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=5262208985951759440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5262208985951759440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/5262208985951759440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-far-away.html' title='so far away..'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2739786711048774847</id><published>2010-08-25T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:55:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KaGek's 22nd</title><content type='html'>before i continue to the main event of the day. i am proud to announce that on 24/08/2010 the majority of section 3 SPDS platoon completed 25counts of rifle pt, 101 rotation and 31 multi jumbo. best part is that no one dropped the mark IV. next goal is to mount COG and after that its smooth sailing until ORD. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically ive completed advance SPDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hoping for a half day off, but we continued with training in the afternoon. and for some reason the weather yesterday was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after work i went to meet the birthday girl. ok her bday was like on the 19th.. but the occasions was hers.. so we took a train down to clark quay. where we waited awhile. first to arrive on scene was JC and Jade. next up was Ivy and Rae. and then Eryka and CaiPing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all headed to this japanese place. apparently its really famous for its ramen or something. since there was gonna be 9 of us the waiter gave us like our own room. pretty neat. but it was kinda small. or rather, meant for small people like JC. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the kicker. i looked at the menu and it was a pretty limited selection. so i flipped it over and WAIT, there was nothing on the back besides a TRANSLATED version of the menu. so i checked if there were any hidden pages.. again NO. so there were 4 main dishes in that place. everything ended with the word SOUP. and for someone who did not eat the whole day, i was kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, after the meal i was pretty satisfied. i wasnt full up, but i wasnt hungry as well. so fair enough. headed down to a desert place near robertson walk (dbl o ex building) and had some cakes there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all parted ways after that. the majority of the group took the MRT back. took bus back with KaGek. walked her back to near her block since it was kinda getting late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a walk home myself. its nice to take long walks in the night. peace and quiet. clears the mind. at least i can think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. it was a good night. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-614431509239347926</id><published>2010-08-23T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:33:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>novena chicken rice</title><content type='html'>surprise surprise. JC is back from his training in country x. met Jage JC Chris and ZY for dinner today and hell wassit a good one. initial plan was to eat at AMK and they wanted to drink koi bubble tea. back track abit, to the conversation me and jage had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: go amk eat.&lt;br /&gt;S: why amk. so far. woodlands la.&lt;br /&gt;J: AMK got koi.&lt;br /&gt;S: wtf, you better not bring me all the way there to eat fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the train i found out what koi was.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WAIT. no one had koi in the end. we all had chicken rice at the famous chicken rice shop at novena. holy crap, first time i had to QUE up to get into a CHICKEN RICE shop. but as ZY pointed out. good things are worth the wait, and he was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play LAN after that. im so not in touch with dota anymore. so many new heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home and heard bout singapore's exit from the YOG. too bad. football is like that. win some, lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like that United gave away 2 points. nice rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-614431509239347926?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/614431509239347926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=614431509239347926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/614431509239347926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/614431509239347926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/novena-chicken-rice.html' title='novena chicken rice'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3797379563885549005</id><published>2010-08-21T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:57:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good weekend</title><content type='html'>friday evening met ZK and Ray and set off to holland V, where we were to meet WingYu(Grace) and Agnes. we ate at wendy's the fast food outlet first which btw is pretty awesome. its such a pro beef place! i actually got full after eating their meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we scouted around holland V awhile and to our disappointment all the places were pretty much packed. so we re-route to dempsy road which also sucked. so i decided the best place was boat quay cause of the confirm number of options available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to a pub there, previously Rave was located there. there was 8 of us. ZK Ray Grace Agnes Elsie Sher and Joce. opened 2 bottles of johnny walker. after that the night was pretty amazing given the side effects of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. it was a great night. really had fun with you guys. and still got half a bottle not yet downed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. went to office. we more or less created the costume using the NDP costume parts and some other stuff. it looks pretty cool. had to do some scary shots which involved me sitting on a ledge pretty high up with Lex as my safety harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got used to the queer stares people were giving us, mainly because of the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so its 2 in 2 days that i nearly could have died. yesterday a car nearly knocked me down when i was crossing a small road. and today was sitting precariously on the ledge. nothing should happen tomorrow thou. its a sunday. the one true off day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3797379563885549005?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3797379563885549005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3797379563885549005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3797379563885549005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3797379563885549005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-weekend.html' title='good weekend'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1850206100848785828</id><published>2010-08-19T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:42:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL</title><content type='html'>ive been running outta things to talk bout here, so i decided to ask facebook. and by popular demand, football has popped up. im sure yal dont wanna hear more bout my SPDS training besides the fact that i get random cuts and injuries on my hands on a daily basis. theres nothing much to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football. its been my passion since i was a young boy. from a young age which i have forgotten most incidents, those involving kicking a ball remain etched in my mind. i think i was in kindergarten when my parents got me my first ball. i dont remember this, but ive seen it in old photos. it was a plastic type. safe for a 4 year old i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward a few years and it upgraded into a plush type ball. aha. this was when it all started. playing with my sis dad and 2 cousins in my old house. there were numerous occasions when people even came up to complain about the noise. but we all acted as if nothing was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another time it was just me and my sis. and we played till we broke the hall light. cant remember who made that kick thou. think it was my sis. but after that, both of us scurries back to our rooms and went to bed, only for our parents to come home and find the ceiling light on the floor! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward into primary school. we would play with tennis balls during recess. you can imagine the chaos. so many kids chasing and kicking a TENNIS BALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, i was inducted into the school team. this is where i properly honed my skills under a coach and attended various football camps and tournaments. this helped me broaden my experience as a young player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to secondary school, where also i was in the school team. here i played with far better players and managed to improve myself. everyday without fail, after school was a routine. it was either soccer, basketball or some other *activities*. never did i go home promptly after school. this was in upper sec ofcourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to poly. a series of unfortunate events did not allow me to join the school team. but its ok. after finding more talented players, i was exposed to a whole new ballgame. a far more physical and combative one. i adapted my game to be as physical as them. but i never loss my fundamental playing style. speed, dribbling, passing, technique and shooting. it was in poly that i joined external clubs and played in competitive leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could say that football was my first love and passion. nothing comes close to playing the beautiful game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best moments which i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the few times ive dribbled past entire teams to net a goal.&lt;br /&gt;2. the many times ive buried the ball in the net with insane power.&lt;br /&gt;3. and the countless times ive made an assist with the perfect pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;lastly. in my opinion, the best player of all time in this generation is still Ronaldo Luís...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1850206100848785828?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1850206100848785828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1850206100848785828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1850206100848785828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1850206100848785828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/football.html' title='FOOTBALL'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6641943329247459968</id><published>2010-08-16T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:29:22.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday night soccer</title><content type='html'>this weekend has been nothing short of awesome. first was friday the 13th guard duty where i prowled ALONE at the 3am shift. next was Pings 22nd, which was really meaningful. last was soccer at khalsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my team played an awesome game. total football. we were losing in the first half, althou we were playing really well. created ALOT of chances, which just lacked that killer finish. but in the second half we changed positions around and to devastating effect. won the game at 7-3 if im not wrong. i contributed 2 goals. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really fun to play soccer after such a long time. thats what they call, the love for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main concern now is the 16km run tmr in camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-6641943329247459968?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6641943329247459968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=6641943329247459968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6641943329247459968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/6641943329247459968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-night-soccer.html' title='sunday night soccer'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-1980819568204623496</id><published>2010-08-15T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:33:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping's 22nd</title><content type='html'>probably the weirdest weekend ive had in terms of rest time. friday i had guard duty, which left me with saturday morning till afternoon to catch some shut eye. after that woke up and met Jage. off to pings bday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, i guess the whole crowd was there. not too many people. her friends and ofcourse the EMRS gang. which seems to be getting smaller. lol. Faizal, Rae, Jolie, Eryka, CaiPing(obviously) and KaGek were all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Jage immediately made a beeline for the food. cause we were starving. both of us hadnt eaten lunch and dinner. lol. btw im having a hardtime with the pictures taken on my camera cause of all the rotation i have to make..&lt;br /&gt;we were watching the YOG for abit. after awhile KaGek had to leave for work. so we went on with the cake cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after Faizal and Rae left. we werent at the chalet at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;came back later. we saw off Eryka and Jolie. (whom by the way ran to car which was a pretty funny sight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jage Ping and me went crazy with the mac book after that. taking an insane amount of pictures, most of which would seem very gay. but Jage pointed out that sometimes its good to be a girl. i still dont get that logic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a little story sharing session after that. the 3 of us. i pointed out its not called gossip because the ration of guys to girls was 2:1. and technically dudes dont gossip. so we were just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had fun with facebook. i made some bad mistakes. and thanks Jage for NOT LOGGING OUT of my account. obviously i found a surprise waiting for me when i woke up this late afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. it was really a memorable bday with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i miss you beautiful :) &lt;3*  &lt;-- REMEMBER THIS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-1980819568204623496?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1980819568204623496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=1980819568204623496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1980819568204623496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/1980819568204623496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/pings-22nd.html' title='Ping&apos;s 22nd'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3183531113597973462</id><published>2010-08-12T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:03:05.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phoenix down</title><content type='html'>*blog revived*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has been going on in my life that i couldnt be fucked to update here. so im gonna summarize all that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NDP. i was involved in it as a performer in the SAF robo warrior scene. stupidest thing ive done in my life so far. actually prob not. but on live TV yes.. so super waste of time over these few months training for it. im glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. im staying in the SPDS platoon. Silent Precision Drill Squad.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3z8chgS5bE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;something like that. can check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. im part of my own company that me and my friends registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much all the major events that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;more updates will be posted regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3183531113597973462?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3183531113597973462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3183531113597973462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3183531113597973462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3183531113597973462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/08/phoenix-down.html' title='phoenix down'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-8664118687681599704</id><published>2010-07-16T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:43:25.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updatesss</title><content type='html'>i realized its been pretty long since i entered the events of my life.&lt;br /&gt;all thats been going on recently is NDP and Advance SPDS training.&lt;br /&gt;plus i try to go out with friends as and when i get my off. esp to the new office where we can get work done. so much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the padang is like a very familiar place to me now. been going there every week for rehearsals and actual performances. lets see. the NDP experience. there is definitely alot of ways they can improve the way its run but i guess for such a big event, people tend to play it safe, thus affecting everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance training is grueling. but im getting more used to the rifle PT. its not that tiring anymore. and we have to finish 25 counts and 101 rotation. which means 101 spinning of the rifle. all in a single day. lol. dunno how im gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i guess. life is kinda boring now. i need something or someone to make it a little more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-8664118687681599704?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8664118687681599704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=8664118687681599704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8664118687681599704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/8664118687681599704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/07/updatesss.html' title='updatesss'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3892833892403809807</id><published>2010-07-06T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:51:48.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MP Ranger II</title><content type='html'>its been pretty quite since SAF day ended. the only high key was the combine rehearsal for NDP which we had. i gave my tix to KaGek. so she got to see our highly ridiculous and embarrassing costume. thank god no one can pinpoint any single individual cause we all look the same. like IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was given the privilege to fire the pyrotechnic on that day. only 6 of us were chosen. PRESSURE LA. and quite scary. cause it was a comet. one wrong move and it would have shot off into the night sky very obviously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had company cohesion that day. it was on a friday. we went for a movie. knight and day. pretty ok movie. considering it was free as well. plus points. hehe. after that went bugis with Stan and Akhbar lenduuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was an off day. BUT we had to go back in the same day cause tuesday we were having GOH in the morning. and this was the earliest one EVER. 6am FALL IN. wtf man. thats worse then SAF day timing. dunno which country the chief of army came cause ours was there as well. ah well, ive seen so many big shots. they dont seems that big anymore. infact most of them are smaller then me. HAHAHA. well now you know why i disappeared off the face of singapore. this comment right here was enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started ADVANCE course today. wow. sucks. big. time. back to trainee treatment. RUBBISH. still need to wear that stupid white helmet which gives me a headache. the physical part is ok. its still bearable. but omg. whats with all the tekan and discipline. all because its the culture and tradition. if i could i would break some cultures and stop the cycle. sometimes i just feel like slamming that Mark IV on the ground and telling them off. it might happen thou. well they better know their limits cause im sure mine is reaching the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like an eclipse is coming upon us soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3892833892403809807?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3892833892403809807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3892833892403809807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3892833892403809807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3892833892403809807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/07/mp-ranger-ii.html' title='MP Ranger II'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-453866229372204698</id><published>2010-06-29T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:54:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy days</title><content type='html'>yeaaaa. its gonna be 1st july soon. SAF day is gonna be over. and things are gonna get so much better. this month has been one hell of a month. shuttling between NDP and SAF day rehearsals. crazy stuff. come back from SAFTI then go padang. no more of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something else awaits us in july. ADVANCED MP ranger course. oh yea. thats right. A-SPDS is here. the counts are gonna get worse. 25 counts le! wtf. nevermind. endure it just like i always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the PM that day. he came to get the president of Maldives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out tmr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out EPO station can watch WORLD CUP. MUAHAHAHA. no more will i be missing any matches. stupid stay in rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-453866229372204698?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/453866229372204698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=453866229372204698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/453866229372204698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/453866229372204698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-days.html' title='happy days'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-8155916866434946541</id><published>2010-06-20T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:26:29.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down the days</title><content type='html'>finally the flu bug that had been flying around camp hit me. was kinda sick on friday. dint think it would be wise to go NDP for a whole day with the flu virus so i decided to stay home on saturday. dint do much thou. completely rested the whole day. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for june to be over. it seems to be panning out as the most taxing month for a MP. so many duties. we have SAF day parade, NDP rehearsals and GOH almost every other week. super hectic. and we work 6 days a week. we are given off IF there are free days. but that rarely happens. once SAF day is over i think our days will free up. at least we wont be so caught up. the new batch is coming in soon. hope they train quick and can mount parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with any luck i wanna go into SOU. special ops unit. its our version of SOF / STAR team. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere else and i think my army life will be pretty wasted. i dint come here to be a performer or a parade spec. so let me go somewhere i can actually do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-8155916866434946541?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8155916866434946541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-6604878158954848828</id><published>2010-06-16T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:09:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no sweat..</title><content type='html'>had to book in yesterday night cause today was SAF day vetting by someone. probably a big shot, cause he gets to vet the show.. so had to wake up super early today.. the usual 0515.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part of today was the weather. it was so kind to us. i dint see the sun at all. it was raining most of the time. and even when we had the show on the parade square it was drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to the weather. keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got guard of honour. sian. plus NDP more sian. plus need to stay in, cause guess what. friday SAF day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-791742509210798616</id><published>2010-06-11T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:37:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup fever</title><content type='html'>oh yes. as you all know it. once every 4 years. something amazing happens. the best footballing countries in the world compete for the prestigious world cup. and how did i kick off my world cup. heh. most people would watch the opening ceremony or the first match. but i was actually playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been quite long since i wore my street soccer shoes. but not bad. ive still got it in me. wether its picking out a pass, firing a thunder bolt or jolting pass opponents. hopefully i get to play more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the future looks bleak with SAF day and NDP looming above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope everything works out for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-791742509210798616?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/791742509210798616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=791742509210798616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/791742509210798616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/791742509210798616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='world cup fever'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-2937518125405141136</id><published>2010-06-07T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:09:39.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY OFF!</title><content type='html'>no such thing as monday blues if this keeps up. saturday NDPs. monday offs. finally had time to hang out. met Jage at CWP to watch Prince of Persia. Praks was suppose to come, but dude forgot we had a movie outing. fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i dint tio the GOH for tmr. if not i would have had to book in today night. and if i did tio that rubbish, i wasnt gonna take it. attn C was on my mind. now that i dont have it, its fine. tmr another SAF day rubbish waste time training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday got another day off. woots. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully can squeeze in some soccer this week.&lt;br /&gt;its been TOO long since i last played.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-2937518125405141136?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2937518125405141136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=2937518125405141136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2937518125405141136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/2937518125405141136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-off.html' title='DAY OFF!'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831109678510195824.post-3391799092505399723</id><published>2010-06-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:43:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Servitude</title><content type='html'>the title speaks for itself. ive been trapped in a vicious cycle generated by the ridiculousness of our nations need to wayang. one would be the national day parade. they spend millions on it just to showcase some performances and a march pass. how bout using that money more wisely. if they wanna waste it might as while throw free parties at all the clubs and CCs in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next one is SAF day. wah another mega wayang event. for wad fuck. i also dunno. they say its about showcasing our army to other nations. why? showing off to them? for wad. they're not gonna do anything. and if a super power really wants us dead. one bomb is all its gonna take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats with all these guard of honours we doing eh. welcoming foreign people. argh. well i can give a shit who these people are. let our politicians wayang with the other politicians. thats what they do best anyways. why bring us into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my NS life is gonna be fking lame. what did you do for 2 years? perform for others. OMFG. im in the army. can i do something more soldierly? this is bullshit. friggin hire a drama company to act for them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had my way. i would do away with so many irrelevant nonsense in this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1831109678510195824-3391799092505399723?l=sethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3391799092505399723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1831109678510195824&amp;postID=3391799092505399723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3391799092505399723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1831109678510195824/posts/default/3391799092505399723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethen.blogspot.com/2010/06/servitude.html' title='Servitude'/><author><name>SethEn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393491146141423092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
