<?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-6681368</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:55:42.176+08:00</updated><category term='Patriotism'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Independence'/><category term='Singaporean'/><category term='Accupuncture'/><category term='Christmas Spirit'/><title type='text'>Chronicles of the Vampire Lord</title><subtitle type='html'>Just like the Frog Prince, waiting day and night for the one to free him from his misery.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1161681283796159369</id><published>2010-09-20T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:27:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected?? Yes... Sorry blog...</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologise on my neglect on you. I have been rather too busy with life to come in and drop you a visit. I cannot promise when my next visit will be, but i do hope i make a point to come in often. So that you won't feel so neglected and left out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have began to think about my life again. Ever since i return from Melbourne, i have been on a roller coaster ride of my life. I realise that i am thinking more often, whenever i'm alone and whenever i see people in my life, leaving me. I suddenly feel so lonely, so empty inside. Guess in the end, we all end up lonely. I think, somehow... We will end up alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i usually don't write such emo stuff in my blog, but it's still something i feel that i should get out of my chest. With my work being so stressful and pressing me night and day, i feel like i'm gonna split into two any moment. I'm being pulled at all corners and i have this feeling i'll one day give up everything and just walk. The person whom i thought i could rely on, may not be the one whom i believe so. Maybe one day she will realise my importance... But for now, i really need her to be there for me. Be there for me, to pick me up and carry me on. And i will be there for her, returning back the effort she has put in and more. As i believe, the girl whom chooses me, will be someone whom i will spend the rest of my life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1161681283796159369?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1161681283796159369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1161681283796159369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1161681283796159369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1161681283796159369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2010/09/neglected-yes-sorry-blog.html' title='Neglected?? Yes... Sorry blog...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6873371831718134685</id><published>2010-05-27T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:04:28.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>My friends always ask me what is my dream car? My dream girl? My dream job? But nobody actually asked me what my dream is? Not even my parents asked me what my dream is in life. So when i watched a episode of Glee, where one of my favourite comedian, Neil Patrick Harris, was a guest star. In that episode, he was out to destroy the dreams of the students when he could not fulfill his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That set me out to think... What is my dream? Or what was my dream? I shall start when i was in my junior days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i was only 11 years old. At a mere age, i knew i was infatuated with technology. Computers, electronics, TV, radio, etc. My dream at age 11 was to be a scientist. My role in this world would be to create new technologies that would benefit mankind, make things better in life for everyone and bring joy to the world. That was 14 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 14, my dreams were more focused. I realized i cannot be part of everything, we can only be good at one thing and average at everything else. I was deep into gaming. Weekends was burnt playing games at home. I spent all i had on gaming, even though it meant i had to go hungry in school. So what i dreamt to be? I wanted to the part of a team to develop a game played by gamers worldwide and be proud that it came from an island called Singapore and not from the US or Japan or Europe. My teacher laughed at me, telling me that there are so many games available in this world, why would i want to be in that. I told her, in five years time, working adults will be paying money to play games. That was 10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day i arrived at 21, i looked back on all i have done. And i came to realize again that i have drifted so far from my dream that i have no way of coming back. So i shifted my dream again. This time, i had more of a practical view in life. I wanted to make my first $1 million. I wanted to return the favour given to me by my parents for the past 20 years. As dreams are meant to be a target in life, i begin by spending close to $200k on my degree overseas. What irony... That was four years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... As i watched the show and look back on my life... I've again changed my dream in life. For now, my dreams have led me down the road i've been taking. My love for technology has not changed, i got my Degree in IT and i loved computers, IT gadgets and became a part-time geek. My passion for gaming has not changed as well... I'm more practical as i don't burn weekends gaming. I'll just drool that the games that i cannot play and be satisfied by the ones i have. Lastly, my dream to earn my first $1 million is on the way as i learn about saving, investment and financial control over my finances. It's not fulfilled yet, but it's coming well along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what is my dream?? My dream now is to find a loving wife, be a loving and faithful husband, a listening and ever-caring father. That's my next dream... Whether will i ever fulfill this dream, it's really hard to say... I'll just have to see how my future unfolds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6873371831718134685?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6873371831718134685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6873371831718134685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6873371831718134685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6873371831718134685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6795394246683681588</id><published>2010-03-24T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:35:06.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause and Effect Theory</title><content type='html'>I've never believed in any theory as much as "Cause and Effect Theory". It's a very simple theology that tells us mortals that what we do, comes with an effect. If i drink too much water, i'll have to go to the toilet. If i study hard for the exam, i'll pass and score well. It's that simple... But sometimes, they just doesn't apply to everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From young, i believed in that... I worked hard to get what i want. When i know my goal, i'll work towards it no matter how hard i have to. It is very obvious in the awards, the achievements and the skills i have in life. But past and recent events have shown me that some things are just not that simple. Everything does have it's causes and effects. It just depends on the different causes that comes together. That is very obvious between relationships between any two persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any form of relationship between two living objects have their causes. Parents decided to have children therefore they find themselves waking up in the middle of the night feeding them. Teachers with dreams of changing lives being blockade by the tons of paper work she has to do. Or simply someone who cause an effect on another person to change their mind and perception of herself so as to swindle their hard-earn cash from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you see this world, there is always a cause and effect. Simple theory to understand, yet takes a lifetime to accept. For the cause of death is the effect of life itself. It is up to us to decide what we want, and cause an effect to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6795394246683681588?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6795394246683681588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6795394246683681588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6795394246683681588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6795394246683681588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-and-effect-theory.html' title='Cause and Effect Theory'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2275973219074576885</id><published>2010-03-13T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:22:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>400th post! Whoah~~~</title><content type='html'>Didn't realize that this would be my 400th post, ever since i started this online blogging to keep track of my life. I wonder how are my friends keeping up with my blogging... Not a lot to type since i'm not doing much nowadays, i'm now part of the working people, part of the contributing generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the period where financial status is an issue. There is no more income or allowance and there is still expenses to pay. I'm in desperate need of a good paying job to plug my expenditure. It's never easy for me to ask for money from my parents, since i told myself never to ask them for money ever since i enlisted to the army. It isn't nice and it should be time where i should start contributing to the family as well. Learning to curb my spending, eating more at home and less outside and spending on the necessary then splurging on the luxuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now... 400th post and this is all i come up with?!?! I'm beginning to feel real bad for this milestone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2275973219074576885?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2275973219074576885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2275973219074576885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2275973219074576885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2275973219074576885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2010/03/400th-post-whoah.html' title='400th post! Whoah~~~'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2874291552257679507</id><published>2010-02-04T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:39:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Another Chapter</title><content type='html'>Life chapters are not easy to start... They begin with you doing something new, something that you might look forward to or not so much. It really depends on how one sees their new chapter unfolding in front of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my supplementary paper and it felt really good. The paper was really easy... I mean, it is the exact copy as the sample paper given to me last year. I've been studying that for the entire month, imagine my joy when i saw the paper repeat itself. That was one of the funniest and laziest moments in my quest for education excellence. So i literally wrote down everything i memorized and submitted the paper just over one hour. Even the invigilator was shocked... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekends after the exam was extremely enjoyable. I joined two very lovely ladies, whom i'm friends with for five years, to visit an science and art exhibition. Learnt quite alot in that exhibition and discovered more about the human life. We were joined later by another couple whom was part of the clique that hung out often. We ate and had drinks, chat and laughed. There were so many funny moments, i simply can't type them all. Love those great sessions with them and im sure there will be plenty more ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the following week begins, i started helping out with my parents' office. Life there isn't as bad as i always think... Maybe when i was there, i didn't have anything constructive to do. So now with some responsibilities and work assigned, it is definitely much more 'enjoyable' then previously. Now i'm just passing each day, doing what i need to do and finding a suitable job for myself. Hoping to start my career soon and save up for all the big ticket items in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2874291552257679507?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2874291552257679507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2874291552257679507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2874291552257679507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2874291552257679507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-another-chapter.html' title='Starting Another Chapter'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8783338326790804713</id><published>2010-01-27T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:40:25.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>The past 25 years of my life, i've always believed that my life is like a roller coaster. There is always up and down but the ride that is all that matters. My Industrial Experience or FYP project in Melbourne was a perfect example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always ups and downs when dealing with the project; not just the project itself but as well as the client. The client gave me problems and issues and always pose me with challenges that the team and I took on whole-heartedly. And with that, i always tell my team that any good thing that happens, a bad thing will happen soon either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my life... There has been the good and the bad. Personally, i feel that every good that happens, there is bound to be a bad that is coming up somewhere. It's just a imagination how big the bad is gonna be, judging from the previous good. And recently, among all the good that had happened, a loved one past away like a lighted candle in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't something i can handle at first, i can't accept the fact. The fact that the first and last time i get to see her was a place so significant. Time and fate didn't allow me to make us meet. Everytime i returned from Melbourne, i would make a point to visit her. But this time, things didn't turn out that way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the words when my Mum broke the news to me over the phone. I can still remember the nurse who showed me the door to the mortuary. I can still remember running, unable to picture what is going on in my mind, but all i want to is to speak to her one last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i arrived there, all i see is her... Being wrapped up with plastic, all lifeless and cold. The fiery temper, the flame in the heart, the warm glow in the eyes... All gone. I can't accept the fact that that is the last time i'm gonna see her. That she still believes that i'm still in Melbourne. Perhaps my Dad might have told her that i'm back but i doubt she believes him since she does get confused with my brother. I didn't get to make her smile one last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days during the wake was not an easy task for me. From staying up and making sure that things are taken care of to controlling my tears and following all the rites and rituals. I'm not a person that knows what to do or follows a religion, but i do know that these are what i should do as a final respect for her. Family and friends came down, they are the ones that supported me during that dark period. I realise, if i just kept to myself, i'll most probably give up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much, i'm so glad i found someone who would stand by me and help me carry on. She gave me the strength, and hope to move on. Without her support, i would have still grovelled up on my bed, still unable to accept the fact. A fact that Time is something we cannot stop for them, but treasure every moment we have with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8783338326790804713?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8783338326790804713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8783338326790804713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8783338326790804713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8783338326790804713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2568586960904799570</id><published>2009-12-29T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:50:36.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I've not blogged for quite awhile... Ever since then, there were plenty of ups and downs in my life. There were new friends made and plenty of things seen and done. But i think this chapter of my life has come to an end. Though the ending is not as i predicted, it still has to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i slowly prepare my departure from this country for good, i begin to have this mixed feeling of miss and absence. There are so many things and places i'll miss. But of them all, the friends i've made here would be on the top of things. I'll miss them the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my friends that made this place a brighter place. Where boring nights turn into small parties, where hitting the clubs seems wilder and even when drinking water seems sweeter. There will be no such thing as my place anymore, it will be my parent's place. There will be a huge change when i open my fridge, there won't be a stockpile of beer but food. Real food. No more chips and biscuits for lunch. Or an occasional beer at 2pm in the day. There will be changes... Big changes to my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, all good things must come to an end. I don't look forward to the end but i will always remember the good times i had here. All the fun times and the crazy times. Melbourne, will always feel like a second home to me. A place where i can always feel welcome. I'll return to this place often, so much so that it might just bankrupt me. By then, i guess i'll just have to figure a way to either decide to stay in Singapore or Melbourne for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2568586960904799570?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2568586960904799570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2568586960904799570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2568586960904799570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2568586960904799570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7762541147190069474</id><published>2009-11-07T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:50:48.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>As I always say, our lives are like a book, a beginning, middle and end. How do you start and end cannot be changed, but whatever is in the middle, is solely up to you. As i look back on the two years here, i realise this chapter of my life is ending. What happens ahead is unknown. I'm not sure what is my next step... Will i start working? Will i continue to study? Will i join my parents? Will i rot at home and live off my parents? So many possibilities, so many different ways towards the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually like where i am standing now, where i can't see my near future, possibilities of what is going to happen. I mean, i always plan ahead, looking forward to dates, making sure things are in place. Preparing for the best and worst in life. I know i'll definitely be taking over the family business, but when will that be and how will it happen, i won't know. My path in life is long, but not knowing where and what will happen next, isn't making me feeling easy for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've rejected another job oppurtunity. A career in a Japanese firm, working in Tokyo, one of the most expensive cities in the world and away from friends and family for another extremely long period. Yup... REJECTED! Why? Simple... I begin to miss home, my family members, relatives, god-sis, friends and food. I think i didn't want to be away from home and all my loved ones again for a long period of time again. I've not sure if i've made the correct decision. Whether rejecting this once in a lifetime oppurtunity is the right one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7762541147190069474?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7762541147190069474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7762541147190069474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7762541147190069474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7762541147190069474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapters-of-our-lives.html' title='Chapters of Our Lives'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3162879819148641365</id><published>2009-10-26T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:11:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day -1</title><content type='html'>It's D-Day -1. Still got some stuff left hanging, but not as urgent. The others are helping out as much as they can. They are covering up all the work left, printing, folding, binding, etc. Now... We are all prepared for the Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back... I really appreciate this team of rag-tag 'experts'. I have one programmer, purely a technical powerhouse. Two girls, one is an overall hardworker, while the other is a pure resourceful worker. My last team member doesn't have much strength but works well with all of them. He is like our support staff, someone to handle the mundane work while we concentrate on the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my team. My rag-tag team of 'experts'. We started not knowing anything about each other. Barely knew each other, we were pretty much to ourselves. To make things worse, the technical powerhouse and my support staff were Hong Kong nationality while the two girls i have are of Indon background. So they tend to stick to their small duo often. I came in like a solvent, to break apart the duo and gel them up as a team. I have to understand both parties background well such that i do not tread into dangerous waters without knowing it. So... It was my job to gel them up, make decisions and communicate with our supervisors and clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eight months... Eight gruelling months together... I feel that they are a group of friends which i shared a common joy together. Though there are the pain, the stares, the anger... I still think we got through it together. It is not something i alone can enjoy, but the team as well. We shared burdens and happiness, good times and bad. Guess we pull through the rough seas just to see what lies ahead, with always a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss this rag-tag group of 'experts'. My final year in Melbourne, will be one of my most memorable milestone in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3162879819148641365?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3162879819148641365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3162879819148641365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3162879819148641365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3162879819148641365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-day-1.html' title='D-Day -1'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2420599293074086296</id><published>2009-10-14T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:14:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day - 13</title><content type='html'>Those not familiar with the military term, D-Day - 13 means 13 days till a a significant date. And yes... I have 13 days left till my Expo, which is my FYP's exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three months of slog, the past month has been the most crucial and excruciating... Team members have started coding earlier to prepare for the workload that is being thrown at them. They have put in alot of effort and i seriously applaud them for the work they have put in. They have put in so much effort, pain and frustration that i felt that i've not put in enough. And as we are less than two weeks left till the exhibition, the feeling is getting worse. At nights, i can't sleep well thinking that i should have participated more, provided more help or even sacrifice my own personal enjoyment to work on the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are nearing the dateline, i feel obliged to just take over everything and tell them to take a break. But they don't seem to be taking their foot off the pedal, they are still pushing forward. Ever inching more and more... Though it is a good sign that they are very much into this project as much as me, it makes me feel that i have not pulled my weight. Well... I think i can only find out how they feel about my contribution during the peer evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to believe that within four weeks im doing my final exam paper, eight weeks till graduation, possibly ten weeks till i go back home. How i miss home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2420599293074086296?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2420599293074086296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2420599293074086296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2420599293074086296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2420599293074086296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-day-13.html' title='D-Day - 13'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8370751915630194635</id><published>2009-09-25T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:04:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad and I</title><content type='html'>I spoke to my Dad last week. He said i looked haggard and gained weight. I told him because i spent so much money on food and enjoying that's why i gained weight. His rebuttal was that i'm covering what i'm actually suffering. He knows that i'll work late into the nights, strive for excellence while sacrificing sleep and health. He knows that i'll push my limits to the max, and push it even further. And it's all true. He has never pressured me into getting top honours. He never asked me to bring home exam results with top distinctions even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'As long as you pass, get promoted to the next level. That is all i ask for...'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a point in time where i didn't do that, he still believed in me. He understood that i wasted that one year in life. And he told me that wasting one year compared to wasting your entire life is worth it. From that point onwards, i've always studied real hard. Put in effort in everything i did. And i ended up being the top Normal Academic student for my 'O' levels. It is nothing boast about but i knew i pushed myself hard so as to make him proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for my national service, his first advice was telling me to take a step back if i cannot achieve what i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No point "chiong-ing" and end up losing your life.'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till date, i still remember that sentence. But, i never listen... I pushed hard, i went all the way. At times, i was at the brink of death. But i guess when you had so many brushes wtih death, you are just not that afraid anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i return back to student life, i decided to push my limits again to the next level. By studying overseas and living outside my comfort zone, i'm going to learn to survive on my own. Cook my own meals, wash my own laundry and plan my own finances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'If at any point of time, you think that you cannot take it anymore. Just return home.'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of returning home without a degree. I've never even thought what would happen if i did. I pushed myself to achieve the grades i want. I'll never return home empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we chatted last week, he told me that a degree is not the most important thing in life. What is important is our choices we make in life and what we do in life. Yes, the certificate is important but all it does is gives you a stepping stone to where you want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'There are successful people who doesn't even hold a degree certificate and is currently holding key positions in their organisations.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad, of the past 24 years... Have i ever listened to you? Have i ever taken your advice and give up? Have i ever just passed and move on with life? You should know how stubborn your son can be. And to return home, after so much time, so much money spent and so much hardship on both physical and emotional, without a degree with my name on it? Dad, if you think i'm gonna return home empty handed, than i think you don't know me well enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, my dad just stared at me and smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8370751915630194635?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8370751915630194635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8370751915630194635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8370751915630194635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8370751915630194635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dad-and-i.html' title='My Dad and I'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2968150477763643106</id><published>2009-09-11T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:02:34.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late_nights@uni.com</title><content type='html'>After the data limit capped at home, i've decided to spend my late nights working in the 24 hour labs located at the campus. It's only a five minutes walk but i always feel that this place makes you feel more attuned to working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of my last post, my late nights started since Wednesday. I've been returning to these labs non-stop, every night. It has becomed my second home. At times, I wanted to bring my heater, toaster and even the microwave oven along as well. As i work late, i tend to get hungry, thirsty and crave for energy-loaded stuff. Much to my friends' surprise, i take sweet stuff when im stressed and need that energy boost. But coffee is still 'no sugar please'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of the campus can be easily dwarfed by the sheer size of my previous tertiary education facility. It is very tranquil and quiet too at this 2am in the morning. Only the sound of the howling winds can be heard when you step outside. At times, footsteps can be heard which is followed by a man with a large torch and a guard's uniform. Accessing the labs are only allowed by authorized card holders. I've have to go through three doors, swipe my card through the readers to get access to the labs. Most of the time, I'm the only one working at the labs. Each lab is able to fit 20 students, with enough computers are each student. Such quiet conditions and late hours, i think it puts in me in the ideal position where i can work late, not be disturbed and concentrate on what's important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2968150477763643106?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2968150477763643106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2968150477763643106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2968150477763643106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2968150477763643106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/09/latenightsunicom.html' title='late_nights@uni.com'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3132111662175368464</id><published>2009-09-02T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:00:03.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating...</title><content type='html'>It's been an entire month since i last blogged. I did some blogging for my FYP unit, but that is totally another issue. That is what i call a professional blogging and not a personal blog. This is where i put in my personal thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i dwell away on work and stuff, i realise that i should be working harder than before. It is my final semester anyway. But i kept procrastinating and end up stockpiling my work. Though they have gone through some thought on what is to be done, i still think i should start to have my late nights and dark circles and stress loaded hours. I've stocked up on red bull and energy drinks, all chilled and ready for consumption. Yet i've yet to find the motivation for doing the things i need to do... And my to-do list keeps piling up... I really need someone to keep check of me and motivate me. Time to wake up and smell the flowers!! It is September now!! Another two more months and it's the exams, followed by graduation if i manage to pass them. Arghz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3132111662175368464?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3132111662175368464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3132111662175368464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3132111662175368464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3132111662175368464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/09/updating.html' title='Updating...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6668205270499822571</id><published>2009-08-13T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:04:19.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has My Princess Arrived??</title><content type='html'>As my blog always says... I'm just a frog prince waiting for a princess to free me from my misery. As of now, i think the princess has come along. But this frog prince is unsure if she is the one. The one that will free me from my misery. Maybe it's her actions and the way she seems so fragile that affects my judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unsure... I'm caught in a web of questions which doesn't have a definite answer. I wonder will she finally move on and i miss out on the only princess that will ever be mine or will i take upon this chance see if she is really the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just have to move on and see how things will happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6668205270499822571?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6668205270499822571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6668205270499822571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6668205270499822571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6668205270499822571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/08/has-my-princess-arrived.html' title='Has My Princess Arrived??'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-422360952604784883</id><published>2009-07-25T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:51:28.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I realise i always run into dilemma in Australia. Back in Singapore, things were much simpler, choices were much easier to make and things weren't that complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what i'm doing is correct. But i realise that i have two sides inside me. One side where i show myself often, to my friends and my team mates, whether is it my soccer mates or my project mates. The other side which i keep to myself, not showing it often as i do not want to break the relationship i have with anyone. I'm now stuck with lots of issues... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life has not been on a smooth journey. Like i told some of my friends before, i do have someone in mind here in Australia. But she always seem to be withholding back the moment we seem to be moving on to the next step. I guess it is her ambition and her life that she wants to keep in control. She wants to complete her degree and work here while i'm gonna finish up mine end of the year and return back to SG to work. Lifestyle here is not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends who have have been making fun of me have been throwing female names that could be related to me. I know it's for fun but i've wondered sometimes is it a clue to their true feelings or is it just for laughs. Sometimes i do really wonder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl which asked me one night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: How would you know if the things a guy do is not gonna be mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, it depends on how you as the female see it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Okie, so how would you determine what is the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I dunno... Maybe how he treats you overall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if i answered her questions correctly. I know how girls think and their usual actions. But i'm sometimes totally lost when it comes to hinting in relationships. Guess i'm too used to going after girls and waiting for a positive or negative reply to understand the receiving part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-422360952604784883?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/422360952604784883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=422360952604784883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/422360952604784883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/422360952604784883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/07/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-4579588066706674168</id><published>2009-07-04T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:04:27.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Short</title><content type='html'>Rampant persue of career heights or academic excellence often leaves one lonely in the middle of the night, thinking whether he/she will ever find the right person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-4579588066706674168?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/4579588066706674168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=4579588066706674168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4579588066706674168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4579588066706674168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-short.html' title='Life in Short'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1193540600911021508</id><published>2009-06-04T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:45:39.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influenza; the virus to end the human race?</title><content type='html'>In movies, we love to see the human race fighting for their existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Independence Day, we fought against aliens who are highly advanced and have better credibility of weapons of mass destruction compared to what Iraq has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Resident Evil, we let lose a virus that created hordes of zombies that is out to kill off the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Terminator, robots rise up in the future that are bent on exterminating humans as they deemed us as a threat to our own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Day After Tomorrow, Mother Nature reacts to what we have done and let loose all kinds of natural disasters. It showed us that a second coming of Ice Age is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to real life... We deemed that weapons of mass destruction, such as chemical or nuclear missles, as the fall of mankind. While the rest of the world go against volatile countries that create or test such weapons, we believed that it will end the human race or bring it to the brink of extinction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or our beliefs that our existence is changing the climate. Changing the natural order of things. Changing such that it no longers provides what we need. We believe that the melting of the polar caps will inevitably sink islands and change our temperature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at things now, i realise that those worries are not as immediate as the basic influenza. Look at how it has changed its structure. How it has the ability to infect livestock and pass it on to humans. This is what we do not see in the movies, fighting against such a simple virus. A virus that can kill and infect more people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i forsee that we should not be afraid of machines. We should not be afraid of zombies. Neither should we be afraid of nuclear missles flying across the skies. Extinction is now knocking at our doorstep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1193540600911021508?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1193540600911021508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1193540600911021508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1193540600911021508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1193540600911021508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/06/influenza-virus-to-end-human-race.html' title='Influenza; the virus to end the human race?'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6288813370556924215</id><published>2009-05-05T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:50:55.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites Attract Applies to Food?</title><content type='html'>I've always love good food. No matter what cuisine, as long as it gives me the smell and taste of something wonderful. For those who doesn't know me enough, i am a foodie. One of my blessings was to be born in Singapore where food choice is a nightmare at times and good food can be obtained at low prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into loving food because of what it can do to the mind, to the situation and to the event and people you are having it with. It brings people together, sharing and commenting on how it taste, whether does it appeal to your liking. It is one of the most powerful ice-breaking between two people or more. That's why the traditional date program involves dinner at a fine restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it came to mind that does cooking or eating food help attract the opposite sex? I've always believed that if one cooks for the opposite sex and earns a placing in their stomach, he/she has an advantage over the other competitors of the heart. It's pretty simple... You invite your date over for dinner, cook up a three course meal and end it with a bottle (or more) of good wine. The host sets the mood and is able to impress his/her date. Perfect plan for a simple date right? But to some people, that seems to be a tall order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of my observation on people and their diet, some have specific and strict diets to follow. Either due to choice or religion, they are not as open to all kinds of foods. Which brings to me this issue... Does your date or partner's difference in diet affect the relationship? A canivore dating a herbivore, what future can they hold? How would they bring up their children? Would their children be omnivores or they would follow either side?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6288813370556924215?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6288813370556924215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6288813370556924215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6288813370556924215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6288813370556924215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/05/opposites-attract-applies-to-food.html' title='Opposites Attract Applies to Food?'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2670381320065331234</id><published>2009-04-20T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:18:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mid-Sem Break</title><content type='html'>It was the mid-semester break last week. Boy... What a week. It started out with a bang and lots of happening stuff, than it just mellowed down to pure assignments and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good Friday a.k.a. Mambo Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i pass such an event? Mambo music, clubbing. Girls. Drinking. Girls. I totally enjoyed myself that night and met Lin Jun Jie and Hong Junyang. Bloody faggots are holidaying there in Melbourne and they tell me it is good cause nobody recognise them. I'm like... Yah, its an &lt;i&gt;ang moh&lt;/i&gt; country, you expect all of them to listen to your music?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest and relax from last night's clubbing. Didn't do anything productive at all. Spent the day playing games, listening to music, watching movies, etc. Watched soccer with my friends here. Picked up $50 on the floor. Bet on Man Utd to win and won $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late... Did some research and reading. Not really into the mood yet. Had a nice housewarming party which i attended. Eat, drink and played games. Some of them were playing some weird shaking and spining game on the Wii. Looks damn dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday i started more seriously on my assignments. Put more effort into it and completed 15% of the required specs. At night had a dinner party with a friend. Her parents came over and we had Korean cuisine. Played L4D that night till 5am. Tiredness creeping in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outing with my housemate to Ikea. Went to buy a couple of pots. Had lunch there as well. Meatballs not as good as SG. After that we had a very nice dinner, Urban Burger joint. Burgers are almost as good as Carl's Jr. The only one which is nearest to the size and taste here in Melbourne. Hungry Jacks(Burger King) and Macdonalds just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer day. We played soccer that day. Helped a friend to fix her mobile broadband connection. I couldn't fix it as it was beyond what i could do... Just that the USB modem didn't give her an IP address. Too bad, so sad. Move along... Went serious mode into my assignments. The beginning of the suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full steam ahead on the assignment. Went to the library to borrow some books. In the end, they didn't help much. I was stuck the entire day and night on the same two questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the same as above except that this time, it was a full day and i didn't went to the library. Still stuck on the same two questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued with my assignments hoping i could find an answer. Still no progress. So went to buy groceries and came back for a BBQ with my friends. They came, i BBQed, we eat, some left, some stayed to play L4D. Saturday officially ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as before, tried everything i could on the assignment. From morning to night. At the final last, i gave up and went to watch a soccer game. Found out that my team fielded a group of unexperienced youngsters, i knew the game was a lost cause. Though i stayed on all the way, it didn't help lighten my mood in any sense. Went home, tried one last time on the assignment. Couldn't get the results. It is official. I gave up on my Dist and HDist. No point wasting time on that. I should have my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is how the past nine days zoomed past me. Hopefully i do get good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2670381320065331234?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2670381320065331234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2670381320065331234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2670381320065331234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2670381320065331234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/04/mid-sem-break.html' title='The Mid-Sem Break'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-716934111013565169</id><published>2009-04-07T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:41:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, Tingling Feeling</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but since last week, i have this weird feeling that something is wrong. I can't make up the feeling but it just feels that somewhere and somehow, something is not right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, i had the same feeling as well. It's like something bad has happened but i didn't know what was it. Until my brother broke the news that my Uncle, father's elder brother, passed away. He lost his battle to cancer. I still kinda miss him from time to time as he is still family in some sort. Plus his passing is quite a painful experience for my cousins and my aunt. I guess they must have gotten over it. I'm not sure if it's one year exact, but it's close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, im still trying my best to find out what's the bad news. I've called back home and found that everyone is doing fine. So i guess family is safe. As for my closest friends, they seemed to be just as good. Though some are in a tiring and stressful position but it's SG, we are built on tiredness and stress. So now im wondering am i feeling this way. Well... Hopefully when i find out, i won't be blown away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-716934111013565169?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/716934111013565169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=716934111013565169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/716934111013565169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/716934111013565169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-tingling-feeling.html' title='Funny, Tingling Feeling'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3383437659725718606</id><published>2009-03-30T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:03:37.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Week Over!!</title><content type='html'>Last week was rather hectic. I had stuff to do almost daily and it ate up most of my energy. Mostly after each day i'll just end up sleeping soundly and waking up the next moment i close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was talking about me having to wear a suit. It has been awhile since i was last seen in a suit. I didn't like wearing formal, it restricts a person from doing certain dumb stuff. Don't want to go into detail in that... But yes, i didn't like wearing formal. I prefer being casual, t-shirt, jeans, and shoes, sneakers to be precise. But i realise wearing formal helps when people are judging you from how you dress and look. So i guess judging a book by its cover does works! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was with my team mates, who are all dressed up as well, waiting for the client. The client was pretty young, roughly half a decade older than me. It was during the meeting where we got to know more about her and her company, expectations of us and the project requirements. It was after the meeting that i realise that this project is not as easy as it seems. I guess we are in for the ride of our life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends is packed as well... I had a bbq that was in the city. Expected to have more people turning up but only half turned up. Which was slightly dissapointing in my point of view. Then again, if people don't turn up, why are we having a bbq in the first place? Guess its a mystery that i cannot find an answer to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, i had a long night as well... Celebrated a friend's birthday by having dinner with his friends. After dinner, we went to a gentlemen's club. Paid for him a private lap dance, and i guess he enjoyed it! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, i went to Albert Park, where the F1 raceday was held. It was a hot and dry day. Friends and i arrived at the venue couple of hours before the race started. I didn't eat alot in the morning so i ended up eating sandwiches when we 'setup shop' there. The race was pretty interesting and i was there when the crashes happened. I don't understand how the newcomers, Brawn-Mercedes can win the race. Some say beginner's luck, some say it's rigged by the gambling world, the underground society. Well... I say it was rather mistakes by all the major players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all ended with that. A real busy week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3383437659725718606?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3383437659725718606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3383437659725718606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3383437659725718606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3383437659725718606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-week-over.html' title='Hectic Week Over!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1822295477676517703</id><published>2009-03-24T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:51:48.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit up!! Or is it just for show?</title><content type='html'>Another chance for me to be in a suit again... I hate suits as it makes everything so formal. I don't like formal. Informal is the way to go, casual is how people should function now. Why is it that business related stuff must be in suits? I guess that has to do with history and the way people dress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1822295477676517703?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1822295477676517703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1822295477676517703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1822295477676517703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1822295477676517703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/03/suit-up-or-is-it-just-for-show.html' title='Suit up!! Or is it just for show?'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-4126361144472101472</id><published>2009-03-15T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:31:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SbyEduUrK4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fShc-Tf0IWU/s1600-h/79374.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SbyEduUrK4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fShc-Tf0IWU/s400/79374.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313267306576161666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's most probably how i sum things up on the weather here and in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-4126361144472101472?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/4126361144472101472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=4126361144472101472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4126361144472101472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4126361144472101472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/03/summary-of-weather.html' title='Summary of the Weather'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SbyEduUrK4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fShc-Tf0IWU/s72-c/79374.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7078040553398422158</id><published>2009-03-09T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:24:24.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates... For now...</title><content type='html'>My new place is a blast! Just waiting for the phone lines to be up and running, also a subscription for the internet so i can get online at home. No need to be sneaky and tap the school's wireless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am planning for a few trips now, including one that is a exchange program to Italy. Hehe... And if i do go, it will be a chance for me to look at all the Ferraris, Ducatis, etc... *Drool*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7078040553398422158?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7078040553398422158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7078040553398422158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7078040553398422158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7078040553398422158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-for-now.html' title='Updates... For now...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8487045365357722012</id><published>2009-02-24T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:33:12.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Past Three Months</title><content type='html'>I have been back for more than three months. During my return, there are plenty of events that happenend. Most of them were good. I enjoyed most of them and always wanted them not ending so soon. We can control what we think, what we do and what to expect. But we can never control the hands of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned on the week of my birthday. Celebrated it with my friends here by treating them to a nice buffet. They gave me a present which i enjoyed playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the Singapore warmth for two wholesome weeks before i flew to Sydney. This time it was with the Carlsberg HQ staff. It was an unforgettable experience as my seat was the business class A380. Woot~~ The seat was huge, i could not forget how comfortable it was. Even thinking back now makes me wanna drool over it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon return, i started gathering and meeting up old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon it was Christmas. I miss family gatherings. They spell warmth and you see the family tree lines being laid there before your eyes. Christmas always held special meanings to me. I don't mind not receiving presents. At my age, receiving presents no longer excite me as much as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas come and go and it was New Year's Eve. Final day of the year and i spent it at the floating platform near Marina Square. I was pretty much upfront and i managed to catch the celebs up close. The girls looked very sexy in their outfit as they dance and sang songs to entertain the ever ectasy crowd. And as the clock strike 12, we welcomed the new year with a bang with fireworks all across the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the start of the new year. More gatherings and meeting up with friends. I went over to Macau for holiday. It was a 10 day trip. Went to a couple of places including Hong Kong and Zhu Hai. I didn't really enjoyed the trip overall. The place wasn't my kind of place. There are plenty of explore but it will always be only casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;February&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of february was a slow one. Though some significant events happened. I took off my braces. After wearing them for more than two years, my teeth finally regained their freedom. I began eating almost as fast as before. But i still have to take good care of them, else i'll lose the alignment. I can say i'm happy about my new set of choppers. Though i have four teeth less, i still like my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of Valentine's was pretty well spent too. Gave flowers to the girls in my life. Shall keep their names secret as i wouldn't want to embarass them. Hehe... But they are very happy to receive flowers. I watched a stageshow, a Korean breakdance. It was pretty good and i enjoyed the show. It was a comedy and it was money well spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went overseas the week after Valentine's. So i had to help out in the office. I didn't do much though, most of my task was to ensure i do the errands of banking and buying lunch back. Also to make sure that stock is always accounted for. It was a tiring week for me but i endured it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it comes down to this... My final week here in Singapore. I won't be returning soon as i decided to spend more time there. Will be visiting places i always wanted to see. Do the things i want to do. I won't allow anything to stop me. Hopefully nothing will stop me and i get to do the stuff i always wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and hear from me soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8487045365357722012?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8487045365357722012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8487045365357722012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8487045365357722012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8487045365357722012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-past-three-months.html' title='My Past Three Months'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1153278830828001498</id><published>2009-02-17T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:19:21.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Officially now i'm left with 10 nights. 10 more nights to sleep on my bed. 10 more nights to savour the warmth of home. 10 more nights to enjoy the comfort of the SG life and the foods that are available even after the stroke of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did i really spend my last 3 months fruitfully?? Shall sum it up in my next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1153278830828001498?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1153278830828001498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1153278830828001498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1153278830828001498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1153278830828001498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5743759281303275109</id><published>2009-02-04T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:46:48.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teeth have Regained its Freedom!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a memorable day. I went to my dentist and she told me it was debanding day. She said i could now go on with my life without the metal braces in my mouth. It was something new to me after two long years of having metal stuck to my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are free, it does feel a little weird. There is nothing constricting me when i eat, i won't need to rinse my mouth as vigourously as before and i now can smile often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still the retainers period i need to go through but that will come next week. I've opted for the clear resin type instead of the metal band. I've enough of metal strips in my mouth. Though the doc says i'm more aesthetic conscious, i rebutted her with the phobia of metal rubbing against the insides of my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall look at my retainers next week. Hopefully this new found happiness would not be shortlived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5743759281303275109?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5743759281303275109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5743759281303275109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5743759281303275109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5743759281303275109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-teeth-have-regained-its.html' title='My Teeth have Regained its Freedom!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-661191582464809013</id><published>2009-02-02T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:00:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to write...</title><content type='html'>This is the first time that i wanted to blog something down to keep it as a memory of my life yet i do not know what to write in it. There are things i want to write it here but decided against it. There are stuff on my mind i want to tell the whole world but rescind it back as it might cause damages i can never pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess this post will be about my excuse for not writing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time... When i can think of something worth writing, i shall revisit my blog and add another entry of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-661191582464809013?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/661191582464809013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=661191582464809013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/661191582464809013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/661191582464809013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-what-to-write.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to write...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-9192605586947508187</id><published>2009-01-16T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:34:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories... Reminiscence... History...</title><content type='html'>It all started when i got my Poly classmates to start posting old photos of ourselves. Photos that were dated almost five years ago. Most of the girls would never want to see themselves in the past. They would wince, snarl and get all agitated at all the old photos of themselves. I wonder why as i look at them and realise how much they have changed, for the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photos, i've changed quite abit. Physically, i am now more conscious of my looks. I got back to the hang of excercising more often. Learn how to groom myself and changing my mindset of the clothes i wear. I'm shifting towards style over function. Mentally, i grew more matured. I've seen things that made me look at things differently. I became more rational, learnt to think far ahead than normal and set my mind of the goals i want to achieve. I guess i have changed... I just hope that people will accept my changes whether they be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i look at the old photos, memories start flooding back into my mind. Visions of what happened during that period. All the happy, sad, angry and stressful times. All came as each photo jog the memory bank backwards. As i flip through the photos, i realise we as human beings changed alot. We learn to adapt, got financially stronger and put on more responsibilities on our shoulders. Unlike five years ago, things like office politics, work-life balance and cash flow issues have never crossed our minds. We were carefree and happy. Though we are not contented with our life, we were happy deep inside. It was this happiness that i realise is missing and dissipating from our lives. Not just me, but my friends too. How i wish i could turn back the hands of time, revisit the moments again just to savour it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-9192605586947508187?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/9192605586947508187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=9192605586947508187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/9192605586947508187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/9192605586947508187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories-reminiscence-history.html' title='Memories... Reminiscence... History...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-826534749923839953</id><published>2009-01-07T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:17:29.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much! Too much!</title><content type='html'>I was planning what i would like to achieve before i come back to SG permanently. One part of me wants to visit the country. Australia is so big, i would definitely need more than just that amount to visit everywhere. But there are a few places which i will definitely be visitng. Perth, Ayers Rock, Cairns, Sydney, Brisbane and Tasmania are all ticked in the list. Or a flight down to New Zealand for a quick getaway would be great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than another part popped up, part of me wanted to try to learn something else. Like dancing, music, art, photography. I'm not very good in this department since young, im only good at running around and studying. So i guess this will definitely be a consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be my death defying stuff... I would like to go skydiving and white water rafting. I've done rafting before but the rapids were kinda calm and it wasn't what i expected it to be. This would only be done once and i do hope it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess i have planned too much even though my time there is short i will try to complete as much as i can. Hopefully i can bring back memories and stories to entertain my family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-826534749923839953?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/826534749923839953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=826534749923839953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/826534749923839953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/826534749923839953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-too-much.html' title='Too much! Too much!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5182718382883679472</id><published>2008-12-30T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:00:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz time!!</title><content type='html'>What's the meaning of 'Philanderer'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a person who does benevolent deeds annonymously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) a person who flirts and have relationships with many women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) a person who collects and studies stamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) none of the above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5182718382883679472?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5182718382883679472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5182718382883679472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5182718382883679472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5182718382883679472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz time!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-217188398075136185</id><published>2008-12-25T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:27:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realist Meaing of Christmas</title><content type='html'>In the last post, i left off by saying how hard it was to get Christmas gifts to exchange in the working environment. Unlike giving gifts from parents to children, getting something appropriate and within budget is sometimes hard in this modern times. So to solve this issue, the working adults have come up with a 'wishing tree' or 'wish list' kinda of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'wishing tree' or 'wish list' allows colleagues to state what they want as their Christmas gift. Usually there is a limited budget so everyone gets somewhat the same value and nobody is on the losing or wining side of the exchange. On the gift exchange day itself, people get together to eat and drink. While not to spoil the mood, the gift exchange maintains or improves it by allowing receivers to get what they 'wished for'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the true meaning of the Christmas spirit now? In the past, i was taught that Christmas was the celebration of Jesus Christ birth. His birth was considered the saviour of Man. That is why we sing praises to him and to God on the eve and the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I think that has waned pretty much. We have changed and accepted the way how people look at this day. The marketing and media has take upon their shoulders to make use of this festive period to garner more sales or publicity. People celebrate the mood whether if they do or do not believe in The Nativity Story. The real world has changed. We celebrate it no matter what, get together with family and friends. Have dinner together and make merry. Maybe that is how we explain why there 'Merry' comes together with 'Christmas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my stand? Where do i stand in this Christmas spirit? I'm on the limbo of both, sitting on the fence of both the religious and realist sides. Family members gather together to have dinner and catch up. I see my cousins and nephews whom i doubt remembers me much. But... That is how i celebrate Christmas. That is how i see Christmas through my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-217188398075136185?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/217188398075136185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=217188398075136185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/217188398075136185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/217188398075136185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/12/realist-meaing-of-christmas.html' title='The Realist Meaing of Christmas'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3471670233530308842</id><published>2008-12-23T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:51:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas = Mad rush for Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>I'll usually save up for my Christmas spendings. Such like start saving $5 a week and end up with more than $100 for my presents shopping spree. This year, i'm torn with last minute spendings. Such has caused quite a dent in my wallet. Well... Less shopping for myself and more running, swimming and staying home to relax then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my Christmas shopping early this year, had lots of time on hand to burn anyway. It felt like the entire Singapore was out shopping instead of staying at home. Car parking was limited, the malls were crowded and patrons were lining up outside restaurants. I manage to get what i need before i escaped the massive crowd. I came to conclude why is Christmas not only a religious or festive mode, but also a marketing and sales upturn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas spirit is about sharing the love with friends and family. Sharing what you have with strangers and making them feel the warmth in their hearts though its cold outside. But in sunny Singapore, there is seldom a cold moment. It is cold when it is raining, else it's just another hot and humid day. And... With the festive season, companies used it to foster better working relationships by having Christmas dinners and presents exchange programme. This... Became a huge problem for most of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are working in an environment where you see the same people 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. That adds up to more than 40 hours a week if you include overtime. So now you are tasked 'involuntarily' to buy a Christmas present to exchange. What you do? Plus it is always hard when buying gifts for friends of the opposite sex, especially the guys. Guys get it easy as there are tons of stuff marketed at the female population of this world. But the guys usually wants something small yet so expensive. So in comes the unisex gifts such as the daries, calendars, fancy notebooks, etc. These are not only considered the 'safe zone' of gifts for the mysterious receiver, also playing it safe by the mysterious giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next post, i shall talk more about this gift exchange programme. How it has improved, what it meant now to celebrate Christmas with working colleagues and how the real world changed the true meaning of The Christmas Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3471670233530308842?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3471670233530308842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3471670233530308842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3471670233530308842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3471670233530308842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-mad-rush-for-christmas.html' title='Christmas = Mad rush for Christmas Presents'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-710155440080272694</id><published>2008-12-17T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:19:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom De Ya Da!</title><content type='html'>Love this commercial when i returned back to SG and started watching some of my favourite TV channels such as Nat Geo and Discovery channels. There is this song that really get me hooked on to it. Check it out, its kinda nice and catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at_f98qOGY0"&gt;Click here to see the tv commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-710155440080272694?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/710155440080272694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=710155440080272694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/710155440080272694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/710155440080272694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/12/boom-de-ya-da.html' title='Boom De Ya Da!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-825303061172992198</id><published>2008-12-12T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:20:06.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So i survived...</title><content type='html'>Yea... After a gruelling 42km of pain, i survived through it all. Though it was not all fine and dandy, it was still an achievement. If you ask me now if i wanna do it again next year, i wouldn't agree on it. Maybe another 2-3 months, perhaps i'm sane enough to sign up for it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this major event has passed... Next on list are Christmas Dinner. There are lots of things for me to do, stuff that involves me and stuff that do not. It is tough to make decisions when you do not know the imminent outcomes are. This adds further stress to the planning and execution i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the marathon, i have thought of disappearing again. Take my passport, enough clothes and begin on a journey. Get away from all the mobile phones, all the MSN, all the emailing and just disappear. I remember vividly how my parents missed me while i was away, backpacking for my 1st time, for two months. My parents only bothered to find out where i was when they didn't see me for consecutively two days. Well... Back then, i did leave a message for them. In case they report to the police or otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed... Back then, i was a young kid. Nothing to be responsible for, nothing to fight for, nothing to work hard for. All i had was time, freedom and my friends. How i miss those days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-825303061172992198?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/825303061172992198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=825303061172992198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/825303061172992198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/825303061172992198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-survived.html' title='So i survived...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7636138903724046614</id><published>2008-12-05T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:45:36.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa... It's one month since last post!!</title><content type='html'>I just realise i had a blog myself. Guess i have been too busy with stuff and such that i simply forgotten to update this online diary of mine. Alright, shall keep make this post simple and summarise what i have done in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 9th - Nov 15th&lt;br /&gt;Came home on a early flight and went out for dinner with my parents. Had quite a nice dinner as it was quite a long time since i had good food. Muahahaha... Also met up with friends to catch up. Had dinner together and lots of chatting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 16th - Nov 21st&lt;br /&gt;It was another week of hectic meet ups. Met up with my gang of friends from Melbourne for dinner, had crab which i missed pretty badly. Also a small meeting up with my old friends from my internship days. It has been quite a long time since we last met, the last round when i was back, i didn't had time to meet them so i was glad to meet them and find all of them doing very well in life. On the 21st, it was my trip to Sydney on the A380. More in the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 22 - Nov 29th &lt;br /&gt;I was in Sydney. The plane ride was amazing. Best flight experience ever. The size of the seats, the quality of the food and the ambience... It was something that set the bar higher. I've taken business class before but this is waaaaay beyond that level. Enjoyed myself while in Sydney and met up with a friend which i have not met since 2003. 5 years can really make a lot of difference. And the weekends of the week was spent shopping at the IT sale. Didn't buy alot but i did buy what i needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 30 - Dec 7th&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this week but it was more of recuperating from all that travelling. Had an offer for internship which i rejected. Yea... I know, dumb choice but i believe that work can always come later, family, friends and loved ones always come first. Yesterday and today was out and about. And this weekend is gonna be a rush of events for me again. Wedding dinner and the standard chartered marathon. If i survive and live through the marathon, i will make sure i post online again. Else check for my news on the papers!! Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7636138903724046614?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7636138903724046614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7636138903724046614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7636138903724046614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7636138903724046614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa-its-one-month-since-last-post.html' title='Whoa... It&apos;s one month since last post!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7931767318866082820</id><published>2008-11-08T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:38:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Over!!</title><content type='html'>Finally... I've survived through the past two weeks. Had very little sleep everyday. Living on Redbull and coffee diet most of the time. Plus all those addicitive Red Rock Deli Chips. Now i'm coming back and i've planned so much stuff to do. Hopefully, everything goes as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see all my friends back in SG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7931767318866082820?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7931767318866082820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7931767318866082820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7931767318866082820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7931767318866082820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-is-over.html' title='Everything is Over!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8356076492645778440</id><published>2008-10-25T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:05:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Freakin' Weeks</title><content type='html'>Another 2 weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just endure another 2 weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 weeks and everything will be fine and dandy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks... 2 weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be done and gone after 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna destroy myself in this 2 weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8356076492645778440?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8356076492645778440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8356076492645778440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8356076492645778440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8356076492645778440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-more-freakin-weeks.html' title='2 More Freakin&apos; Weeks'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1621787115469430315</id><published>2008-10-22T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:57:56.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Challenge</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my first paper of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything goes as well as i have planned or goes according to what i have studied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, i'm not going to hurt my mood on Friday nite for TGIF happy hour!! Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1621787115469430315?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1621787115469430315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1621787115469430315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1621787115469430315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1621787115469430315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-challenge.html' title='The First Challenge'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7830675954487360130</id><published>2008-10-19T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:40:31.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exam Hurdle</title><content type='html'>Every student will go through hurdles while they are pursuing their education. Be it a Diploma or degree, there are bound to be hurdles to jump over. Each hurdle is like a milestone in your quest for better knowledge, a step closer to achieving your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is this hurdle that marks the end of a section of that quest, that race. The exam hurdle. The exams can be something of a jitter to some people while it can be a written vomit of memorised knowledge. I've seen people written page after page in an exam. And i ask myself, why do i not do the same as them? Why not memorise and vomit the knowledge out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that i could not do that. I'm the kind where i would like to understand the concepts and apply it in my own context. I hate memorising, that's why i'm very bad at it. But sometimes when it comes to the exams, there are bound to be stuff where you have to memorise. It is unevitable. That is when i have to succumb to the pressures of the exam and push myself to complete this part of the quest. My quest for gold where knowledge is gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7830675954487360130?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7830675954487360130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7830675954487360130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7830675954487360130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7830675954487360130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-hurdle.html' title='The Exam Hurdle'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3191496681214038998</id><published>2008-10-12T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:12:59.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghz... Whats wrong with me?!?!</title><content type='html'>Stuff doesn't seem to be working towards my favour. All started two weeks ago when together with my friends, are not allowed to enter the club where it was retro night. My kind of music!! After that, i had a bad hair cut which was quite a regret for me. Next time i heading to a more renowned hairdresser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i had a bad injury on my right calf. The calf was swollen very badly and i thought it was just bruising so i stopped running or playing soccer. Until about four nights go, i realise that there are purple patches on the sides of my ankles. Slightly worried, i made an appointment with the school doctor The doctor check my calf and told me that there is internal bleeding that caused the purple patches at the ankle area. He is unsure if there is a crack to my bone but he arranged an x-ray to make sure. His advise to me is not to participate in any sports at the moment... Which means no soccer games or marathon training for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i just finished my assignment today. I started yesterday and finished just two hours before the submission closing. So i packed up and do some last min grocery shopping. Walked back home with 1.5kg of chicken meat and 2L of orange juice which is quite a tiring walk home. As i reach home, i unpack my bag, i realise i left my power cord in school!! Arghz!!! A friend of mine is heading back to school to see if the power cord is still there. Hopefully he can get the cord for me to save me from losing A$120 power cord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3191496681214038998?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3191496681214038998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3191496681214038998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3191496681214038998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3191496681214038998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/10/arghz-whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='Arghz... Whats wrong with me?!?!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8175321580323537081</id><published>2008-10-06T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:20:30.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Day</title><content type='html'>It was a day that Singapore was located in Melbourne for one day. That was one day that i felt i was kinda back home, eating my favourite food with friends. Even the servers or the food stall helpers are speaking Singlish, which help made the event feeling more Singaporean. Another plus point that this was definitely Singapore Day meant for Singaporeans, THE FOOD WAS FREE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu for food was amazing! We had chilli crab, hokkien mee, char kway teow, chicken rice, nasi lemak, lasksa, prata, etc. Plenty of food that i love. I was like a pig! The throng of people there... It was frantic, at one point i had to queue up almost an hour for a small plate of chilli crab. Though some of the foods weren't very tasty but they still tasted like what they are. Singapore artistes came down to perform while we had our food. We were entertained by Phua Chu Kang, Hady Mirza (i think thats how it's spelt), Electrico and Dick Lee. As usual, Singaporeans tend to complain but it was more on the lack of tables and chairs but it was nice and it felt like having pinics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal thoughts of this event while i was enjoying my food, looking at the number of Singaporeans here and the size of the event, it bring me back how much i love my country. Which country would bring people from almost all walks of life, fly almost six hours to a foreign city for a week and entertain or cook for people there? Not only that, the size of our country to make such an event possible is even more amazing. I am thankful for the people who came down to make that event successful. Also... I am proud to show my friends that Singapore is able to make such an event possible, let them try out the Singapore food and the culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8175321580323537081?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8175321580323537081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8175321580323537081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8175321580323537081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8175321580323537081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-day.html' title='Singapore Day'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-951234836966103278</id><published>2008-09-27T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:14:47.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The MOST Memorable Night, EVER!</title><content type='html'>The night started last night. The plan was to meet with five other soccer mates and go for a retro clubbing party in the city. I bough the tickets in advance and decided to collect the tickets when i meet the organiser. The catch was priority entry before 10.30pm. One of the mates was late and we ended up setting off late. It was quite a walk from the train station to the clubbing area. So after 15 minutes of walking, i called up my friend when i didn't see her outside the club. That was when we are 15 minutes earlier than the priority cut off timing. She came slightly past 10.45pm which resulted us having to queue up for entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took our tickets and started queuing up. We were pretty hyped to enter the club as the theme was 80's music, mambo and retro. When it was near our time, the door bitch said there was a restriction. Entry from that point onwards should be a ratio of one girl and one guy. That created a serious problem for us, we are six guys and no girls. My friend entered the club without even telling us or helping us for entry. I don't expect her to bring us in but i told her if we do not enter the club, i demand a full refund. She agreed to it without any complains since she was late. After queuing and hunting for girls the next 90 minutes, we decided to leave the club and go somewhere else. It was our first let down of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si we went to the city in search of another place to sit and have a drink. We can't think of any other place so we went to one that we know. When we arrived there, it was almost closing time. We were pretty desperate so we just entered a club that was nearby. It was another mistake. The club was empty, the dancefloor had so much space, you can actually move around easily with no resistance. The music was not bad until it went from bad to worse. It started with house, followed by R&amp;B than it was raggae than it went back to raggae again. The music change was 10-15 minutes in a period. I was there for 45 minutes and i was suffering. Our second let down of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we decided to go to our final resort, to a place in Chinatown where a shop with LAN capabilities and PS2 for play. Interesting concept but the place is badly maintained. The computers are bad and the place is not cleaned properly. It was quite an uplift for the events that happened before. Plus most of us had not played PS2 Winning Eleven for awhile and that felt pretty good. We enjoyed ourselves and created lots of crazy goals. Something we didn't expect for the night but it was at least something to curb our sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we head back home, we went to a nearby Macdonald's for breakfast. At the end of our meal, a guy walked in and started greeting us in Mandarin. He came over to us, he touched our head and said, 'We are the living children of the living God.' Than he blessed us by kissing our head. I was one of the lucky ones... What a way to end the night of events... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to go down as one of the worst night ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-951234836966103278?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/951234836966103278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=951234836966103278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/951234836966103278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/951234836966103278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-memorable-night-ever.html' title='The MOST Memorable Night, EVER!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8029201321847483156</id><published>2008-09-21T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:18:29.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A380 Business Class Flight!! Woot~~</title><content type='html'>I call back home just to find out how is my family doing and about the trip to Sydney with the Carlsberg HQ staff. My mom updated me that we will be taking the A380, business class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was me meeting them in Sydney. But with the current plan that they are taking the business class seats in the A380 from SG to Sydney. Plan has changed! I have decided to go back early so that i can join my mom to try the A380 plus business class! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8029201321847483156?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8029201321847483156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8029201321847483156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8029201321847483156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8029201321847483156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/09/a380-business-class-flight-woot.html' title='A380 Business Class Flight!! Woot~~'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6811025466424864200</id><published>2008-09-14T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:51:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Paralympics</title><content type='html'>I've been working on my assignment for the past week. So while doing, i like to have the TV on or music playing so it does not sound very silent in my room. Sometimes the telly does not have much to see or nothing nice to watch. So i just have it on while i concentrate on my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once awhile i will see what is it that im tuning to. Recently the Beijing Paralympics is on. Not live coverage but recorded telecast of the games. I was appalled at how strong the paralympians are. How mentally and physically strong. A man from Australia ran 200m at 20 seconds to break the world record. His diability? Cerebal palsy. I doubt i can do 20 seconds for 200m. Another one was this lady who was on the speeder wheelchair (i don't know what its called), she broke three world records in a single day. Each event is only 60 minutes difference. Amazing... They are seriously stronger. I am seriously amazed at what i've seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what it means by if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6811025466424864200?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6811025466424864200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6811025466424864200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6811025466424864200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6811025466424864200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/09/beijing-paralympics.html' title='Beijing Paralympics'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5496498601266673305</id><published>2008-09-12T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:30:48.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Nights</title><content type='html'>I have been spending lots of time with my assignments for the past few nights. Rushing them to meet the deadline given by my lecturer. I guess it is part of my life as a uni student. My friend has given me this to think about, lonely nights with only my assignments to accompany me. I wonder... After my life as a undergrad student, what lies ahead of me. Will i be working so badly that i have only work to accompany me at night? Or i have enough social lifestyle to prevent lonely nights from ever happening again. Guess this is something i won't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5496498601266673305?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5496498601266673305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5496498601266673305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5496498601266673305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5496498601266673305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/09/lonely-nights.html' title='Lonely Nights'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7190034666479554794</id><published>2008-09-07T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:58:10.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>As a young boy, i have never quite appreciate Father's Day as much as Mother's Day. I do not know why... I have always looked up to my big man but i have never celebrated Father's Day. Even if it is, its just a simple dinner like any other weekend. This time... The feeling is rather intrigue. I was planning to call him near the evening time of the day. In the end, he called me in the mid-noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a little bit over the phone. He asked me about my school work, my lifestyle and my overall well-being. As usual, its always the good stuff. Half-truths here and there to make it rosy for him to hear. Do not wish him to worry about me when he has so much to worry about already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ending of our conversation, he asked when will i be going back home. I could not give him a definite answer as the exam timetable has yet to be released. He told me that the Carlsberg HQ is having the incentive trip this year to Sydney. They will be heading there around mid-november. The plan is simple... I fly domestically to Sydney to join my Mom in the trip and then fly back together with her. That way i can save on the trip back to home. Then the flight back here next year will be an open-return flight. Well... It's something that i have not expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7190034666479554794?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7190034666479554794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7190034666479554794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7190034666479554794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7190034666479554794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-4889018004313776371</id><published>2008-09-03T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:41:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You win some, you lose some...</title><content type='html'>We played our most feared game last night. It was against the champions of the league last season. They were really good. The passing was good, the central midfielders were amazing. The defenders did a great job preventing all sorts of attacks against their goal front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played our best. We put in our best players and played with all our heart. I didn't get to play as coach decided to put in all the good players. The plan was to hold them up as long as possible and play counter attacking. We did manage to complete what we planned but they played really well. In the end, we lost 3-0 to them. Even though it was a loss, they said we gave them the most enjoyable game. We gave them a hard game and they seriously fought for the win. Guess losing by three is much better than losing 10. Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-4889018004313776371?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/4889018004313776371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=4889018004313776371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4889018004313776371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4889018004313776371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='You win some, you lose some...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7681201227246665486</id><published>2008-08-31T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:08:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Human Race and First Day of Spring</title><content type='html'>Today was the day. 25 countries ran on this day. A total of 1 million participants. I'm one of them. One of contributors to his world record event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a chilly morning when i woke up. It rained pretty heavily during the early hours of the morning. I can hear the clashing of the raindrops on my windows before i drift off to sleep. I changed into my gear and left home with lots of excitement and hope. The rained had stop before i dropped of the station near the starting point. While walking there, you can see many others wearing the same. They too share the same feeling as i do. Once im there, i checked in my bag and proceeded to the starting point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature was getting better. It was definitely not as cold as my training days. It is the last day of winter anyway. So as i stepped into the back of the crowd where everybody waited for the gun to fire off. Some final stretches and the race started. The running course took us round the botanical gardens, into the city, off to another garden and back to the botanical gardens. It felt like i'm running back home when the marathons are usually held in the city limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 55mins, i've arrived at the finishing line. Its been awhile since i've ran that fast and that long. The fastest guy in Melbourne was 32mins, so im aiming to at least hit 45mins for my next 10km run. The ultimate goal is still the 42km marathon at the end of the year. I will look forward to seeing my friends back in Singapore where we complete the marathon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Did i mention that tomorrow will be the first day of Spring? Okie. Tomorrow will be the first day of Spring. NO MORE BONE CHILLING DAYS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7681201227246665486?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7681201227246665486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7681201227246665486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7681201227246665486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7681201227246665486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/nike-human-race-and-first-day-of-spring.html' title='Nike Human Race and First Day of Spring'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5527709369985469180</id><published>2008-08-27T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:21:48.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not comprehend...</title><content type='html'>I do not comprehend how life works. You tend to look one side and the other side evolves or change without you knowing it. When you turn back to look at it, it just makes you feel uneasy, a tinge of unfamiliarity and uncertainty. That's why i do not question how life works, i just accept it and move along with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not comprehend how fate works. It binds time and events together. Some people believe in it, some people do not. I'm one of the latter, always thinking that fate is just another word. Another word people used to simply summarise. That's why i do not question how fate works, i just accept it and move along with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not comprehend how luck works. From life and death issues to items of monetary value. We look at how lucky or unlucky we are in life and compare with each other. Sometimes we blame ourselves for being unlucky, sometimes we blame objects or even loved ones. That's why i do not question how luck works. If it works in favour for me, i appreciate it. If not, i'll just accept it and move along with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not comprehend how love works. It is something that couples share. It is something that all living things share. We love not because we have to, because we want to. We want to because we have a feeling that cannot be described. It cannot be described because it is something we are unable to explain. That's why i do not question how love works. I just accept it and put in as much effort into it as i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5527709369985469180?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5527709369985469180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5527709369985469180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5527709369985469180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5527709369985469180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-do-not-comprehend.html' title='I do not comprehend...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7611792621162862966</id><published>2008-08-19T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:51:32.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Varsity Goal</title><content type='html'>Match just ended three hours ago. The score, 5-3. My name is included in the score sheet. Haha... It's been awhile since that feeling has been felt. The opposition team wasn't really good so coach didn't put in the first team players in to play. The only ones are the goalkeeper(which was substituted in with 20mins to play), the captain of the team and two central defenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i manage to play the entire match. We dominated the game most of the time and it was 3-0 during half-time. We were too confident and allowed 2 easy goals for them. Captain wasn't really happy with that and he made a very bad tackle in the box which resulted in a penalty. So they pulled to tied. When the kick off started, i was free on the right. I guess nobody wants to mark this small little asian kid. Hehe... So i was picked out and i took a crack shot at the goal. It was fantastic, just outside the penalty box and it went into the net. The feeling was fantastic. 4-3 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the ending of the game, i was part of the play that lead to a fantastic goal. I got the ball at my half of the field and started sprinting up field. Passed to the centre and it was pushed up to the strikers. The strikers played perfect one-two and they put the ball behind the line. An amazing goal but the strikers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, it is still a match with a lack lustre team. No point celebrating like it is the finals. Two weeks time we will be facing our toughest opponents, champions for last year's tournement. Hopefully we won't be muscled or out-classed, but im sure we will put in our best effort to secure at least a point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7611792621162862966?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7611792621162862966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7611792621162862966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7611792621162862966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7611792621162862966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-varsity-goal.html' title='My First Varsity Goal'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2655593874889334985</id><published>2008-08-18T14:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:23:03.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singaporean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>National Day Rally Speech</title><content type='html'>I missed out on the National Day Rally Speech due to my current location in Australia and the Olympic games in Beijing where our Singapore women's peddlers contest with China for the gold medals. No matter, i went online to read the transcript of our Prime Minister's speech today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, i have never liked to listen to what our PM has to say. I would often run off to play games, watch movie or even read a book. It is until i was forced to listen to one of the speech and write a reflection about the speech in secondary school days. That speech was given by the previous PM, MM Goh. I have to say his speech changed way of thinking about Singapore and about my future. About what i want to do and what i can achieve with the help of the government. The next day, i started writing my reflections. It was suppose to be a 500 words essay but i submitted an essay that equates to four copies of the required word limit. My teacher said she was amazed at my reflections. But she warned me not to write that much the next time. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i would not write that much about the speech. I have decided to keep my reflections to myself and remind myself of the goals i have been aiming for. It took me about one hour to complete reading the transcript. The only part that will drill deep inside me is this ending conclusion to the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is an improbable nation. We are a small country in an uncertain world, we always worry about the future, we never take anything for granted. Many people have put heart and soul into building what we have today. And through hard work and clear thinking, we've created something unique and something precious in Singapore, a home for all of us. Our forefathers have planted the trees which now provide the shade which we now enjoy. It's now our duty to plant trees and grow them, trees which will give hope and strength to a new generation. And you should do this not because you happen to be born here or because you happen to hold a red passport but because you believe in this mission, you believe in this ideal, you believe that Singapore is something special and worth fighting for. As Mr Rajaratnam said once, because "being Singaporean is not a matter of ancestry but of conviction and choice". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know National Day has passed more than 9 days ago. But i have to say, being proud of my nationality is not just on that day itself, it is everyday of the year. Nothing comes closer than that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2655593874889334985?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2655593874889334985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2655593874889334985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2655593874889334985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2655593874889334985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-rally-speech.html' title='National Day Rally Speech'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8979129511901321849</id><published>2008-08-13T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:55:35.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Events...</title><content type='html'>After that party on the 9th of August, there are a couple of events i would like to record down on this online journal of mine. With the start of the Olympics, i see myself as a track and field athlete. I've started on my 400m hurdles race and i've only jumped pass one hurdle... Well, hopefully the next hurdle would not be that difficult. The last hurdle before i finish the race is a huge one. That will require lots of skill and strength to overcome. With the support of friends, i should be able to clear the last one alot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlord replaced my chair finally. After two weeks, he finally bought a new chair and its rather good. It's been awhile since i've sat on a good comfy computer chair. Hehe... The ones in school are good but i only get to sit on them for that tutorial class. Plus it is always the case that you want to get out of the class as soon as possible. Well... New chair is here and im sooo enjoying it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i was in the city attending Jason Mraz concert. His concert was amazing. Even though we sat waaaay back at the last row of seats, it was still amazing!! He belted out a few of his famous hits and we sang along in certain songs. In between songs, he crack a few jokes which made his concert all so enjoyable. It ended around 11pm which was late and only reached home at 1am. Well... I do not mind attending another of his concert. He is really good at entertaining crowds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8979129511901321849?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8979129511901321849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8979129511901321849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8979129511901321849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8979129511901321849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/recent-events.html' title='Recent Events...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8088550414847104605</id><published>2008-08-10T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:06:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patriot Inside Me</title><content type='html'>There are dates that i look forward to every year. No matter where i am, those dates are noted in whatever possible way. Dates such as the Lunar New Year, Valentine's Day, birthdays, etc. No doubt the important dates will increase as we progress in life but i always look forward to August 9th of every year. That is the day we celebrate our independence, our freedom and our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my arrival to Melbourne six months ago, i've wondered how would i get to see the National Day Parade(NDP). I've always looked forward to watching the NDP as it signifies how great our country is. How much our people love our country and how spectacular a small country can celebrate the independence together as one. My answer came from a close friend of mine who is the organiser of the NDP party in Melbourne city. It was the answer i was waiting so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very day itself, there was hundreds of Singaporeans there. I've met up with all my friends and we chatted while we had food and drinks. It was great to see my friends but the main highlight was to watch the NDP on a live feed. It was really cool to watch it in a foreign country. My friends and i had mini flags and we waved about while we sing some of the songs. In Singapore when they stood up to sing the National Anthem, we all stood up and started singing it too. I can see that no matter how far we are, we are true blood Singaporeans. Nothing could ever disrupt this loyalty and patriotism for a country so small yet so influential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best moment was the closing of the parade when we sing a medley of songs and end with a recital of the National Pledge and a last round of the National Anthem. I felt like i was back home, together with my family and friends. I realise that i belong back to Singapore. The patriot inside has awaken yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8088550414847104605?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8088550414847104605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8088550414847104605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8088550414847104605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8088550414847104605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/patriot-inside-me.html' title='The Patriot Inside Me'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2563721125342789825</id><published>2008-08-06T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:37:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Running Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJmaeKtZfNI/AAAAAAAAABU/955OqAOExxM/s1600-h/Moisturiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJmaeKtZfNI/AAAAAAAAABU/955OqAOExxM/s320/Moisturiser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231382285229063378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I running out of my moisturiser. If anybody can find it in or anywhere else, please let me know. I use the moisturiser from The Face Shop and its really good. Below is the photo of the product and the link of the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefaceshopen.com/skin/detail_view.php?pCate1=5&amp;pCate2=1&amp;pCategory=138&amp;number=1852"&gt;http://thefaceshopen.com/skin/detail_view.php?pCate1=5&amp;pCate2=1&amp;pCategory=138&amp;number=1852&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2563721125342789825?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2563721125342789825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2563721125342789825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2563721125342789825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2563721125342789825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-running-out.html' title='It&apos;s Running Out!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJmaeKtZfNI/AAAAAAAAABU/955OqAOExxM/s72-c/Moisturiser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7599746147231587612</id><published>2008-08-03T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:18:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>As if im not having one that has haunted me since the start of the year, im having another being piled up on me. If i have not made my commitments for my soccer and marathon participation, i would not have fallen into this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being encouraged to take over the presidency of the Singapore students club at my uni. It's not an easy job, as i see my friend, the current President, is struggling with school work and drowned in the club's work. I do not want to fall into the same position as him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has told me before that he hope i take over the position. If there is no successor, the club will have to close. That will be very sad to see this club being closed down due to no sucessor and my friend failing to finish his presidency as he has no sucessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghz... I need advice! And i need it fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7599746147231587612?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7599746147231587612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7599746147231587612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7599746147231587612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7599746147231587612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6575310845698639273</id><published>2008-07-29T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:36:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Trip: More Trip, Less Ski Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good rest, we woke up early to have brekky at the lounge area. It was simple pancakes and eggs. I can still feel all my sores and my aches. It was really bad. I was tired and sore all over. After brekky, we headed back to our rooms and i fall asleep again. I was really tired. In the end, i went out in the afternoon when it was not so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i borrowed my friend's snowboard and took it out for a try. Another friend was snowboarding the previous day and she joined me. Or should i say, she accompanied me while i fall and tumble. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the snowboard up the ski lift and put them on. The first try i fall on my ass really really hard. I can hear the bump! But i kept trying no matter what... Stood up and tried again all over. Kept falling and tumbling but i told myself i have to at least snowboard a small distance before i give up. Until i tumbled pretty badly on my belly that felt like a jab, i decided to sit up and look at how those pros do it. I had almost took off my board before my friend came up to me and gave me some advice. I took it and slowly i was controlling the board rather good. I was snowboarding but not as cool as you would have imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two runs down the mountain and i changed back to my skis. I sucked at snowboarding but i liked the adrenaline while going down on my skis. It is a feeling you cannot describe. I would love to do skiing or snowboarding again. But i guess i have to wait till the next season... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the mountain got a rush of fog and it was really bad. Visibility was really difficult and it would be very dangerous if any accidents were to happen. So we took the ski lift back down. We handed back all our equipment and went back to the lodge to clean up and have dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was another amazing experience. If you check out my Facebook photos, you would see how small that piece of fish is. Haha... It was lucky that i chose the chicken pastry. Haha... After dinner, a couple of friends and I sat down and started drinking wine. It was nice to drink with friends and chat about anything under the sun. We talked about clubbing scenes in Singapore to girls from the Orient. It was incredible how two bottles of wine can open up people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and had brekky soon after. It was bacon, eggs and beans. Something like a mini American Breakfast. Too bad no sausages... We packed our stuff, had a little snowball fight and checked out of the lodge soon after. Frantically took photos with everyone as we would not see each other(there are other Singaporeans from other Unis) and also exchanged contact. I hope to keep in contact with them and enjoy more happy times with them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6575310845698639273?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6575310845698639273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6575310845698639273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6575310845698639273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6575310845698639273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/ski-trip-more-trip-less-ski-continues.html' title='Ski Trip: More Trip, Less Ski Continues...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7881069696926520438</id><published>2008-07-28T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:21:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Trip: Less Ski, More Trip</title><content type='html'>I was away for three days since last friday. Went up a mountain with the student association. It was rather expensive but at least it was extremely memorable. Though it was not my first time to see snow, it was my first time skiing and snowboarding. And i sum it up with a one word, ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends from the city came over to my place. The bus was scheduled to come around 2am near my place. So they came here early to rest and prepare to go together. Near 1.45am, we carried our stuff and boarded the bus. Our five hour journey to the mountain has begun. I couldn't sleep very well on the bus and woke up near dawn and saw the sun rise over the mountains. It was an amazing sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the place and it was freezing. I was underdressed and i could feel the chills biting my body. Good thing a friend of mine brought extra jackets and borrowed me one. Owe him one... We dropped our bags and got fitted with our equipment. I opted for skis as i was advised that skiing was much easier. Plus if i wanted to try snowboarding, i could switch with my friend. As i got my skis, i put them on. It was tough as the snow was making it hard for my boots to clip onto the skis itself. I took awhile to get them on. The easy part was conquered, next comes the hard part; moving on your skis. I had them on and took some time to get used to them on the snow. Then we get on the ski lift and up to the mountains we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there, i decided to try out without even attending the lesson. I fell down plenty of times as i have no experience. After a few tips from a few friends and strangers, i got the hang of it. So i challenged myself and went a little faster. As they say, the faster you are, the harder you fall. I have to agree on that... I fell a few times and kinda hurt my myself. I ended the day with a run down the simple slope and my target is not to fall. I finished the course and only fell in the end as i was stopping. It was an amazing adrenaline rush! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, i took off my skis and went back to the lodge. We were given our rooms, washed up for dinner and went to bed soon. The lodge was kinda like a backpackers' motel. The beds were extremely bad and the rooms were really pathetic. I guess that is the cheapest we can get during the peak season of winter. Well... More about my ski trip on the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7881069696926520438?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7881069696926520438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7881069696926520438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7881069696926520438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7881069696926520438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/ski-trip-less-ski-more-trip.html' title='Ski Trip: Less Ski, More Trip'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1259834851999982436</id><published>2008-07-23T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:29:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Chosen and Hunted!!</title><content type='html'>This blog consists of two parts, chosen and hunted. I will explain both parts as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chosen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was suppose to be the tryouts, but it was pouring so we had indoor training again. I always liked indoor training as the game is faster and more about personal skills. I'm not always good at personal level but i love to team up with players whom i can communicate and work together effectively. Enough about me, the tryout was postponed to today. The guys were split into two teams by the coach and we were playing a game against each other. The game ended in 2-2 after an hour. After that the coach shifted players around and we continued the 2nd part of the game. My team lost 4-2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty easy to spot that the other team was the first eleven. Ended the tryouts with the coach confirming the first eleven and the second eleven. I didn't want to be the first eleven as i would have to attend extra trainings which i cannot afford at the moment. So i hoped for the second eleven. My name was the first the to be called out. Coach said to me that i can run alot but i have to work on my ball control and cutting in. He told me to work hard on placing my crossings too. Well... I could not ask for more now. At least i can await my chance to play for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of my running got on quickly. I joined the Nike Human Race as my friends in Singapore are doing it, my brother is doing it plus a close friend of is joining too. So i just want to there for the t-shirt and the participation. I joined the run and my friends introduce me to the running captain of Monash University. He tells me that i was hunted by him to run the Standard Chartered Marathon in Singapore at the end of the year. The perks of joining the run under Monash; free registration, running clinics and commendation letter on representing Monash University. Cool! So i guess i will be seeing my friends at the end of the year at Padang. No more oily food for me!! Darn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1259834851999982436?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1259834851999982436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1259834851999982436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1259834851999982436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1259834851999982436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-chosen-and-hunted.html' title='Im Chosen and Hunted!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7634391455505221283</id><published>2008-07-22T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:37:17.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven days has passed...</title><content type='html'>I have endured the cold for the past seven days. It really has caused me to change my lifestyle rather drastically. I eat more, i sleep more and i drink more fluids. It really is something different from previously. Well... Other than the cold, nothing has changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some activities that I have line up:&lt;br /&gt;Ski Trip&lt;br /&gt;Students Association Singapore AGM&lt;br /&gt;More eating adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for me and hopefully i return in one piece after the ski trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7634391455505221283?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7634391455505221283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7634391455505221283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7634391455505221283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7634391455505221283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven-days-has-passed.html' title='Seven days has passed...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8644424711643191408</id><published>2008-07-18T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:36:18.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's, Today's and Tomorrow's Weather Forecast: COLD!!!</title><content type='html'>The title says it all... It's extremely cold now. Everyday is cold. Even now as im blogging, it's raining!! It adds on to the cold im already suffering from! Arghz... My buddy in Hungary warned me about the cold, it will cause me to turn nasty and tire out easily. I expected it anyway... I would say my friends are having both but im still just suffering from tiring out. Guess we are all accustomed to sleeping or feeling sleepy when the temperature drops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with 2 layers from top to bottom... Im still suffering from the cold... Damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8644424711643191408?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8644424711643191408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8644424711643191408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8644424711643191408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8644424711643191408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterdays-todays-and-tomorrows-weather.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s, Today&apos;s and Tomorrow&apos;s Weather Forecast: COLD!!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8750170401022229933</id><published>2008-07-16T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:52:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Melbourne</title><content type='html'>18 months ago, this place was a target for me. I wanted to come over here to study and learn to be independent. I've achieved my dream 6 months ago. Now i am kinda regretting it. I've returned for the 2nd semester of the year and im already missing Singapore alot alot. My friends, my family, my favourite food, my favourite hangouts and my bed. Not to mention my fast paced internet speed with unlimited download capacity. Sigh... Internet here is slow and limited...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8750170401022229933?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8750170401022229933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8750170401022229933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8750170401022229933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8750170401022229933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-melbourne.html' title='Back in Melbourne'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3183099705945036651</id><published>2008-07-11T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:51:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I have always boasted that i have plenty of it. But when i want to find the moment and the strength to say what i want. I couldn't find it. Well... Guess courage is just another word i hang on my lips...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3183099705945036651?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3183099705945036651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3183099705945036651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3183099705945036651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3183099705945036651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3777465456469317223</id><published>2008-07-08T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:21:00.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Taipei</title><content type='html'>I've been to Taipei(TP) twice and the last trip was my third. I would say my last trip was the best. Why? Simple... My friends. I have my friends to accompany me. We really spent good times together and created lots of jokes. We went to so many different places, ate so much and bought so much stuff. I went to their IT street and found out that the IT stuff is not cheaper. So its still the same as SG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i love there was the food and the shopping, not leaving out the girls. Haha... Oyster egg, milk tea, sausages, grilled meat, Ah Zhong Mien Sian, Ah Ge, etc. Those are the foods i love to eat anytime! Shopping is always fun, no matter where. I would prefer Bangkok for shopping, but just purely buying Onitsuka Tiger products, TP wins hands down. A pair of Tigers cost less than $50! Imagine how much it would have cost me in SG or anywhere else. If selling at $50 and the owner is still earning, i would say those operating the boutique store would definitely earn alot. ALOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male fashion over at TP does not suit me, they dress very 'attractively'. I would not know if the word attractive would describe their dress sense but they dress in a way that would attract attention to themselves. Maybe its their culture for both sexes to dress 'attractively'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3777465456469317223?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3777465456469317223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3777465456469317223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3777465456469317223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3777465456469317223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-taipei.html' title='Back from Taipei'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-446007368844384770</id><published>2008-06-29T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:06:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>I have accomplished a few things after a week here in Singapore. Certain foods has been eaten, friends has been met and media stuff have been downloaded on the ACTUAL broadband speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have left with two weeks. Many more things to do, more friends to meet up, more food to eat and definitely a very important issue to settle. Hopefully it is settled before i go back to SG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-446007368844384770?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/446007368844384770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=446007368844384770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/446007368844384770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/446007368844384770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-867889867240453130</id><published>2008-06-26T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:01:46.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore, I miss You!!</title><content type='html'>I have finally returned back home. It is something that i have been looking forward like one month. Upon returning, i have been eating all the nice food i have missed so much. But the bad thing is that all the foods i missed are all junk food. SERIOUS junk food. Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-867889867240453130?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/867889867240453130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=867889867240453130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/867889867240453130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/867889867240453130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/singapore-i-miss-you.html' title='Singapore, I miss You!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5610129487245680471</id><published>2008-06-17T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:18:27.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way Home...</title><content type='html'>A little more and im gonna go back home to eat all the food that i like. Oh, and meet my friends who miss me. Hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5610129487245680471?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5610129487245680471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5610129487245680471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5610129487245680471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5610129487245680471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-way-home.html' title='On My Way Home...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5462582814908174615</id><published>2008-06-14T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:56:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturated</title><content type='html'>Im saturated. Fully saturated. I cannot absorb anymore. Feels like a 20GB harddisk trying to squeeze 160GB of files. ARGHZ!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5462582814908174615?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5462582814908174615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5462582814908174615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5462582814908174615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5462582814908174615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturated.html' title='Saturated'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1202456904976941510</id><published>2008-06-12T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:00:53.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Got tagged, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner perhaps, or continue studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Define cute?&lt;br /&gt;Comes naturally, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Yea... With them as enemies, who needs friends. Or issit the other way... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you wish to die?&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me when i'm 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Not believe, i've seen it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What impossible things you wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;Travel to space, walk on water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your most sensitive part?&lt;br /&gt;You know... That part that becomes 10 times bigger. The retina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What if your crush asked you out?&lt;br /&gt;Than its a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe your other half.&lt;br /&gt;Well... She gotta be slim, beautiful, smart and able to accept my constant jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What feelings do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Guilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are you looking forward to in the coming weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Using my own computer with the ACTUAL broadband speed, sleeping on my bed, eating all the food i miss, going to Taipei and going skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most important thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;People. People that is part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you hope to always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;The person whom i least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the most gross thing you've done?&lt;br /&gt;Peeing in a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your greatest wish?&lt;br /&gt;Live the Singaporean Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The sweetest thing you ever did for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few, but i guess buying a bag of sugar for my mom counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your favourite animal at the zoo:&lt;br /&gt;Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1202456904976941510?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1202456904976941510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1202456904976941510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1202456904976941510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1202456904976941510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2189984958031450911</id><published>2008-06-07T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:49:14.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008 has started...</title><content type='html'>Euro has started, which means my exam is gonna start soon. It will be my first paper of the semester. Im kinda geared up for it but i feel i've not prepared enough. Well... Im pretty sure i can pass it. The paper is 50% of my total grade and the other half is assignments and tutorial participation. Apart from the paper, i've known that i've got at least 40% of the total grades. So its pretty easy to pass this unit. The paper... It consists of 10 MCQs, 30% of the paper, and four short/long answer questions. No way am i not able to get at least 50% for the paper. Furthermore i studied this topic when i was in my Poly days. That is why i felt like i was a little too lenient and slack... Well... I will only know when i enter the exam hall then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... My exam hall is located at the racecourse. I wonder... If im bored, maybe i will look out the window to view the horses doing their practice runs. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2189984958031450911?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2189984958031450911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2189984958031450911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2189984958031450911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2189984958031450911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008-has-started.html' title='Euro 2008 has started...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8680607292985422903</id><published>2008-06-04T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:59:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuse Hunt Day</title><content type='html'>The night before, i was studying at the library. My friend notified me that the power is out and i realise it too. Initially we thought the librarians switched off the electricity to our outlet, but the truth is that the fuse in my charger blew. Well... I found that out only when i went back home. Since its just a fuse, it should not be hard to find a replacement. Well... It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my fuse hunt right after breakfast. So i grabbed my friend's car and went to first place. It didn't carry fuses or small electrical parts. So i went to a nearby shopping centre, hoping my chances of finding it is higher. Well... None of the electrical stores have it too. Dang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to a nearby hardware store and asked, they do not carry it and gave me directions to another location nearby. When i drove there, i was stunned... The store moved to the western part of the city. ARGHZ!!! I called a friend to find out another place. That place is 30 mins drive. I have never went to that place before. So i drove and finally found the place. It was huge. They are like the American Kmart. Shelves were stacked high and there was a ton of stuff. So much stuff that they do not carry the fuse. A big blow to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant was very helpful and gave me diretions to another place. An electronics and electrical store. I can still remember his last sentece to me, 'If JayCar does not carry it, the whole of Australia will not have it.' It gave me alot of hope. I believed in what he said too. If the store does not carry it, im gonna go bonkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find the store which is roughly 10mins drive. I went into the store and they really is live up to their reputation. They sell alot of electrical stuff. Small parts too. So i thought this would me the place. It would be the one that will carry the fuse i want. When i step up to the counter, i gave the assistant the fuse i was finding. He looked around all the small little drawers where you keep small parts. He searched again. Then he turned to me saying that the store does not carry 3A fuses. DAMN IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i drove back home, feeling all lost and down. I went back to my place, grabbed my entire charger unit and went out again. I went back to the first place to look for a replacement. Hoping that at least they have the replacement power cable for my charger. Turns out they do not sell power cable. They have the charger unit fit for a range of computers. When i brought it to the counter, it cost me a whopping A$100 for it. After an entire day, 5hours of driving to six different places and i ended up paying so much for a charger. I wonder why such a thing happen to me when im so near the exams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8680607292985422903?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8680607292985422903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8680607292985422903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8680607292985422903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8680607292985422903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuse-hunt-day.html' title='Fuse Hunt Day'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1777544185259983380</id><published>2008-05-31T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:18:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend is my final enjoyment weekend. After this week, im going to study full steam as what i had done last semester for my exams. I enjoyed myself pretty much this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nearby shopping centre that i always visit had a midnight sale, 20% off mall wide. So i took time to visit the mall and bought a couple of stuff. A jacket, sweater and a pair of Havaianas slippers. The jacket was on 50% discount, sweater on 30% while the slippers were on 15%. With such discount, its hard not to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, i had friends over for lunch. They came from Singapore and started touring and enjoying themselves for the past two weeks. I've met them last week and this week i meet them again before they fly back to SG. Than the preparation of the pranks and celebration begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated my friend's place. We placed a big shiny "Happy Birthday" banner with music playing at the back. Than we ambushed her in her room. When she came in to the room, we blasted our party poppers. That was the start of celebration of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, i woke up early to continue our series of pranks and surprises. Together with another friend, we came to her car and started sticking stickers of ducks, monkey and bananas on her car. It was hilarious... She liked it pretty much, guess i can say i can start my own custom design workshop for cars soon. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time arrives and we had dinner at this place called Greasy Joe's. It is famous for their tasty ribs and big burgers. One word to describe it, dissapointing. The ribs were slightly overdone and the meat was tough. The chicken we ordered was undercooked and we got it sent back. The meat used for the burgers had a strong beef smell. It overpowered even the sauces. The crispy salmon was not done well either... It tasted like half-cooked salmon. The only good dish we had was the wedges and the plate of chicken wings. The rest... Dissapointment. Eight diners and we were charged almost A$200. Well, lesson learnt, never to go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we drove to the city and we went to Crown's Casino. Before heading into the casino, we had desserts and drinks. We ordered cakes, tea and a bottle of wine. It was more satisfying than dinner except for the slightly poor service. The waiter gave us a corner which does not have a heater. It was really cold for some of the girls. When we called for the bill, they did not print out our bill. We could simply walk out of the cafe and nobody would know. But i was honest and i paid for the bill. It was pretty sad that such great food is not matched by great service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the casino, we watched people playing at the tables. The girls went to play pokies, a.k.a. jackpot machines. The guys, we headed to the blackjack tables. We started with $50. We all said we are prepared to lose up to $50. So we went up to the $10 table and started playing. I was on a streak and stopped shortly after i have won roughly $50. So i told my friends, i've decided to stop. The croupier wanted me to continue, i simply told him i had won my lunch money for the week. Hahahaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1777544185259983380?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1777544185259983380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1777544185259983380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1777544185259983380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1777544185259983380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-final-weekend.html' title='My Final Weekend'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6582723191574814656</id><published>2008-05-22T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:29:21.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Assignment Push</title><content type='html'>I've decided to push for my final assignment. Even decided to skip soccer training to work on my assignment. I realise that even with the training, im kinda putting on weight. So i sat down at a coffee joint one day and decided to take a breather from mt assignment work. Look back on the past few days and i realise that it was my diet and snacking to keep awake in the nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nachos, the sweet drinks, the occasional beer. All culprits of my weight gain. The cold is not helping too. I cannot do jogs due to the cold. Maybe i have to pay for gym entries soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment work is going to end next week. Im going to finish up whatever i need to do and hit full steam ahead for revision for exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6582723191574814656?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6582723191574814656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6582723191574814656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6582723191574814656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6582723191574814656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-assignment-push.html' title='Final Assignment Push'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5453054344291952582</id><published>2008-05-15T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:42:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the *beeeeeeeeeep*  X 2</title><content type='html'>Presentation day, Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally see my missing groupmate. He comes only at the moment he is required. Damn... And when we are preparing for presentation, he pretends to make himself useful. Standing behind me, looking interested. When presentation time, he just stands behind and keeps quiet. Even though he doesn't know anything, he just stands there and keeps quiet. Not bad for keeping quiet, doing nothing and still get full marks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Assignment Presentation Meeting, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to wait for my groupmates at 6pm. They came late. I was in school since 12pm and im really tired. I waited till 6.30pm and we finally started. In the end, i ended at 8pm which made me so hungry and tired. I went home ate and slept. Didn't do anything good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment Presentation, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got played out. Group members said wear smart casual. I asked, jeans and short-sleeved. They said yes. When i finally see them, they are in jeans and long-sleeved. ARGHZ!!! Great then... I then decided to do more during the presentation. In the end, my tutor found my presentation much better than my groupmates. Hope he doesn't mark me down on attire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5453054344291952582?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5453054344291952582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5453054344291952582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5453054344291952582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5453054344291952582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-beeeeeeeeeep-x-2.html' title='What the *beeeeeeeeeep*  X 2'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1266654383931081769</id><published>2008-05-08T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:11:03.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the *beeeep*...</title><content type='html'>It's only Thursday and i have received lots of crap from one of my group assignment members. 'I'm not free to meet', 'I'm busy so i can't meet', 'My friend had an accident so i can't come.' Everyday i learn a new excuse... Sick of excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wrote in to my tutor last night. Arranged an appointment with him to discuss about my situation. We met today and we discussed on what he will do to them. He told me he will grade them down on the presentation. He will ask them questions so as to back the reasons of marking them down. Also, a peer evaluation sheet will be used to mark them down too. Overall, my groupmate and I would still get the marks even if we do not meet all of the requirements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if it is possible to reduce the requirements if its just the both of us. He said he will consider it. But if we can 2-man this assignment he will award higher marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Guess I will be spending lots of time in school from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1266654383931081769?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1266654383931081769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1266654383931081769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1266654383931081769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1266654383931081769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-beeeep.html' title='What the *beeeep*...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-1907178437927621836</id><published>2008-05-04T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:04:45.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>It is the start of May, that means its another month before the exam period starts. Im still plagued by the assignments i have on hand. It is not alot but it's still stressful to have assignments on hand. Slowly but surely, i will finish them and go on to full steam study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... To good grades and more fun in June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-1907178437927621836?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/1907178437927621836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=1907178437927621836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1907178437927621836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/1907178437927621836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning-of-end.html' title='Beginning of the End'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2212806309964181439</id><published>2008-04-29T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:27:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Three!! Your OUT!!</title><content type='html'>Today had to be the day. It had to be one of the worst day in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy lunch at a nearby Subway. When i was inside the store, it was kinda long queue. So i was practically standing by the front of the door. Then this old lady came. She stood next to me waiting for the door to open. So i told her the door was not automatic, it requires pushing out. Then i stood next to her and started pushing the door for her. Next moment she shouted at point blank range into my face, "WAIT!!" Im totally stunned and explained myself that i was trying to hold the door for her to walk out. She walked out and did not even say thank you. I was confused. A guy who was infront of me in the line went 'Pfft...' Strike One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch had this group meeting that i needed to attend. So i was discussuing with my mates then they decided to take a break. So i went down to the vending machines and wanted to get a bag of chips. I saw what i wanted, inserted my $2 coin and pressed the buttons for my selection. The bag of chips moved out but IT DID NOT DROP!! I was furious! I banged a little on the vending machine and hoped it will drop but it didn't. Then i thought maybe i could buy another packet, than i realise i didn't have that much coins left. Strike TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner... Neighbours came over to my place for steak dinners. It was amazing that i manage to cook six pieces of steak and all enjoyed it. Yea, beef is my forte. As usual, i had to clean up the dishes. Tonight there was a hell lot of dishes to clean. So i started washing up the dishes. While piling up the dishes on the rack, i accidentally dropped the ceramic soup spoons! I tried cushioning it with my foot but to no avail, it shattered to pieces. Worse still... I stepped on one of it. So i stopped washing up and started sweeping the pieces. I threw away the big pieces and sweeped the smaller pieces out of my room. Than i realise my floor has red patches on it. I was bleeding. Damn... It was a very small cut so i applied a piece of plaster over it. STRIKE THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things get better from tomorrow onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2212806309964181439?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2212806309964181439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2212806309964181439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2212806309964181439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2212806309964181439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/04/strike-three-your-out.html' title='Strike Three!! Your OUT!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-359354430067374213</id><published>2008-04-27T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:11:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another KTV Nite</title><content type='html'>Been a stressful week and decided to go for a KTV nite. Since the next day is a public holiday (ANZAC Day) so why not make the most of it. We sang and danced. We rocked and rolled. And finally the tiredness took over us and we just went back home. Had loads of fun. I have this feeling we will do it again pretty soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-359354430067374213?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/359354430067374213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=359354430067374213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/359354430067374213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/359354430067374213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-ktv-nite.html' title='Another KTV Nite'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3315892996510824539</id><published>2008-04-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:34:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Decided: NO DEAL!!</title><content type='html'>Title says it all... NO DEAL! Hopefully, i made the correct decision...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3315892996510824539?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3315892996510824539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3315892996510824539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3315892996510824539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3315892996510824539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-decided-no-deal.html' title='I&apos;ve Decided: NO DEAL!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-3465506344865881327</id><published>2008-04-14T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:19:16.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay? Or should I go?</title><content type='html'>With so much happening the past few days, im kinda confused... Im not sure whether i should stay put or i should go to my next destination... Well... Hopefully i can figure a solution out and be clear of what is the whole situation then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-3465506344865881327?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/3465506344865881327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=3465506344865881327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3465506344865881327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/3465506344865881327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/04/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay? Or should I go?'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2967097802684894829</id><published>2008-04-12T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:08:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Week</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to update this week... One of my most exciting week ever! Having late nights with assignments. And upcoming i have dates with group assignments. I will try to post photos if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2967097802684894829?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2967097802684894829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2967097802684894829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2967097802684894829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2967097802684894829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/04/exciting-week.html' title='Exciting Week'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8428404731961441111</id><published>2008-04-05T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:02:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Where Melbourne Blew Me Off</title><content type='html'>It was 2nd April, wednesday. It is any other normal day in Melbourne. The sky was clear with cool breeze. I woke up early and prepared for breakfast. After breakfast, i was back to rushing my tutorial for the tutorial ahead. As i proceed out to school, there were strong winds blowing everywhere. It was crazy... Sand pelted my face as if needles were poking me. As i took cover with my hoodie, i looked on the ground and saw tiny glass shards moving on the floor. It dawned on me on a 'what if' scenario... 'What if a glass shard flying and hit me in the face?' In the end, i decided to take the tram to school instead of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all well in school until a power failure came unexpectedly. The network was down and everything in school came to a complete halt. The school administration had to evacuate students out of the building, classes had to be cancelled as nobody can enter the rooms. It was bad... And my area was affected too. Power was out since 2pm and it only returned at 8.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds were really bad so i had to accompany a neighbour home. She wanted to take the tram but the wait for simply too long for her to endure, so we ended up walking. She was really small, skinny and light-weighted. During the walk, i had to push her a little to continue walking as the winds just impeded our advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, my neighbours and i had candlelight dinner. It was something i had never expected in my whole life. Now i realise the neccessity of power and backup sources if ever needed. I have never thought of electricity blackout backups. So after that night, i am prepared. Candles, lighters, torchlights and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the papers reported a few victims due to the strong winds which includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old granny being crushed to death by a wall of bricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man died of electric shock while he was hiding in a telephone booth. Apparently the wind broke a powerline and it fell on top of the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another man was under a crane when the winds topple the crane over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more debris that fell from trees, tall buildings and construction sites. Thank god im only experiencing power shortage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8428404731961441111?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8428404731961441111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8428404731961441111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8428404731961441111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8428404731961441111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-where-melbourne-blew-me-off.html' title='The Day Where Melbourne Blew Me Off'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-108978245292461489</id><published>2008-03-30T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:36:13.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party and Visit to our Association's Sponsor</title><content type='html'>We celebrated one of our friend's birthday and made a big bang out of it. We had a bbq at a friend's place and after that we went clubbing at a club which was sponsoring our association. Imagine an academic club is being sponsored by a clubbing club. SG pple really is power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BBQ Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that she never had a good birthday party we decided to throw a big one for her. We prepared 23 presents for all the years we didn't celebrate with her. The presents included a pair of heels, new webcam, a top, etc. The BBQ was also part of her present and her last present was her boyfriend who travelled all the way from Italy to celebrate her birthday. It was such a happy moment she wanted to cry but held her tears back. Seeing her being so happy, some of the girls teared a little too. Haha... But the guys were happy for her but i guess he has set a very high standard for the other attached girls here. Sadly i do not have the photo of her and her boyfriend. I only took a video and uploading a hi-res video will kill my net connection speed. So make do with the photos ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0552.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20 presents we prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present presentation ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0578.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Tiramisu cake. Made it too big and didn't have enough time to cool it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clubbing @ Seven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to the club. It was a long queue but we had reserved a table. That means we can enter the club without queuing. Like express lane, we walked past the queue and entered the club. It was not as great at the other week's one. But the good thing is that we got a table and its nice having a place to sit down, enjoy the music and finish up the whisky. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0634.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second last photo was taken as most of them were semi-drunk. I wanted to photoshop myself in but could not find the time to do so... Well... Next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-108978245292461489?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/108978245292461489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=108978245292461489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/108978245292461489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/108978245292461489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-party-and-visit-to-our.html' title='Birthday Party and Visit to our Association&apos;s Sponsor'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-715412003579719695</id><published>2008-03-27T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:00:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Fire by Paintball</title><content type='html'>Attended a paintball event with the student's association. It was pretty cheap for 200 rounds of paintballs. Even though we never made up the 20 pax minimum limit to get our own referee, the staff there just gave us our own game and match. So we got our gear and before heading to the battlefields, the girls were given chest guards. Nothing for the guys, not even a cup. It was that dangerous for the guys that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we loaded up and started playing. I guess we had lots of fun. Seriously lots of fun until my teammate shot me in the temple of my head from the back! It was a serious ouch! I mean, seriously painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't knew there were two girls who were so garang on paintballing. They are like shoot and move with me. It was nice pairing up with them. I think its good teamwork i guess. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-715412003579719695?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/715412003579719695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=715412003579719695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/715412003579719695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/715412003579719695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendly-fire-by-paintball.html' title='Friendly Fire by Paintball'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5728100319555244430</id><published>2008-03-25T12:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:40:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend Celebration</title><content type='html'>Wow... What a weekend! Easter is like any other normal days in Singapore but i really celebrated hard. It felt so much like going overseas and really spending my time fully. It all started on Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th March, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I went to Crowns Casino Hotel to celebrate a friend's birthday. It was his 23rd birthday and we decided to have a nice spread with him. The spread was amazing and we really had a good time eating there. Check out the photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Kbox for karaoke. The package was 6pm-4am and each persons have 2 drink complimentary. The drinks includes alcoholic drinks too. The cost was about A$25(S$32) per person which was very worth it. Even though we started singing at 10pm, it was still worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st March, Friday&lt;br /&gt;The plans was to have bbq at one of my friend's place. But the shops are all closed due to Easter, so we had to change plans. So they came over to my place again for potluck. This time we had another spread of food, ranging from pizza, fried rice and baked salmon to chicken soup and butter garlic mushrooms. It was an amazing spread. Too bad i didn't take any photos, they are all on my friend's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we head to another friend's place. The others wanted to play mahjong while those not playing just tagged along. His place have the Wii machine and we played with it. Im not a fan of mahjong so i was playing with the Wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd March, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;The bed finally arrived at my place. The guy who i arranged for delivering was a letdown. He really just want to earn my money. A very bad experience with him. He still have the guts to tell my friends about him. I doubt i'll ever gonna let other know about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than i joined my friends for shopping at a factory outlet shopping centre. Lots of discounted products but the sizes and designs does not attracts me. I only bought a sweater top as its cold most of the time here in Melbourne. Quite cheap and looks better than the one i brought over. After all the shopping, we went to have dinner together. It was pancakes with fish and chicken, very bad combo... Lots of carbo... And for desserts, we had more pancakes!! This time with ice cream and apples. I really packed lots of sinful food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/PancakeParlour1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/PancakeParlour1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/PancakeParlour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/PancakeParlour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd March, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice sleep on my 'new' bed! It was really good. Much better than the sinking matteress. Haha... Had to wake up early as we arranged to have lunch together. We had dim sum lunch. The food was okie but the beancurd dessert was amazing good. It was extremely smooth. It had this tint of ginger but not that strong. I seriously loved it. Too bad they didn't serve up you tiao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i went to my friend's place to bake muffins for the next day's trip. He had an oven which was perfect for baking stuff. Im definitely going back again to mess up his kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0414.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we joined a couple of friends for clubbing night. It was pretty fun and i had lots of drinks. And the best part about it was they was showing Man Utd vs Liverpool game in the club! It was like killing two birds with one stone. After that i was dragged to the dance floor and they started dancing. I just merely stand and concentrated on my game. Haha... But it was my style to buy one round of drinks for the ladies. I don't mind buying drinks for them but it was me who drank a fair bit more. That was expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0418.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still lots to post. Im lagging behind on dates. Man, im just getting too busy now. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5728100319555244430?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5728100319555244430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5728100319555244430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5728100319555244430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5728100319555244430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend-celebration.html' title='Easter Weekend Celebration'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-4122571173589096200</id><published>2008-03-17T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:33:10.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got myself a set of wheels!</title><content type='html'>Last sunday, i got myself a set of wheels. By hearing this, it does sounds like i've got a car but its a 2 wheeler. It's not a motorbike but a human-powered bicycle. Its quarter of a price of a cheap car but at least i wun be paying for petrol. Petrol is priced pretty good but still expensive. Here is my bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0320-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0320-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not fantastic but a bike like this would cost quite a bit in SG. Trek brand with RST suspension. Im gonna upgrade the seating and maybe install a back warning light later on. But for now, its good enough transport to school and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week on Friday, it was suppose to be a Movie night. Yes, the movie night was carried out but it was the after hours special that was fun. Hehe... Too many photos to post up, here is the link for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sasmonash.com/Movie%20Night.php"&gt;http://www.sasmonash.com/Movie%20Night.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pretty girls ar... Too bad most of them are taken le. Haizz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-4122571173589096200?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/4122571173589096200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=4122571173589096200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4122571173589096200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/4122571173589096200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-myself-set-of-wheels.html' title='Got myself a set of wheels!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5732324474513375430</id><published>2008-03-10T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:46:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potluck at my Place</title><content type='html'>On the day which i will be celebrating birthday for that OLD person, i managed to have as much fun with friends here coming over to my place to have dinner together. They brought food over and we simply ate, joked and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. On the menu was Curry Chicken, Salad, Fried Rice and for desserts, we had chocolate fondue and profiteroles. I think its spelt like that cause when i first heard it, i thought he was bringing prostitutes. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/IMG_0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty happening with around nine of us partying at my balcony. We had so much fun, the chocolate fondue hardened while we are sharing stories. Lots of stories were shared and we got into talking about B.O. Yes, body odour. Imagine a girl with body odour? And her aim is wanna be FHM cover girl! Plus she does not have this amazing figure. Small boobs, no hips and i don't see the ass anywhere. How to be FHM cover girl? More like FHM wannabe. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edited 17th Mar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5732324474513375430?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5732324474513375430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5732324474513375430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5732324474513375430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5732324474513375430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/potluck-at-my-place.html' title='Potluck at my Place'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-301761733996532476</id><published>2008-03-06T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:14:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Overseas Student = Constant Shopping</title><content type='html'>You cannot deny it. I mean, i have been doing lots of shopping to fill up all the holes in my accomodation, clothes to fight the weather and most of all my big appetite which i think i reduced it. I cannot eat too much now. It hurts the wallet you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have not been doing much shopping as i did my grocery shopping on Sunday. Carried quite alot back and spent more than 100+. Well... Its alot cheaper than eating out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im gonna visit a friend to see if his old bed will be my new bed. Hopefully i find out how to move the bed from his place to my place. Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-301761733996532476?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/301761733996532476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=301761733996532476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/301761733996532476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/301761733996532476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-overseas-student-constant-shopping.html' title='New Overseas Student = Constant Shopping'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7904645403154195787</id><published>2008-03-03T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:18:35.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekends...</title><content type='html'>Well, the last weekend was better spent than the previous one. I joined a friend of mine to meet friends of hers' at Ikea. I wanted to get a new bed, skillet pan, chopping board and a dish dryer tray. But after some advice from them, i skipped on the bed and skillet and bought a set of chopping board. I totally forgot about the dish dryer tray. Dang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since one of them is driving, i decided to buy a quilt and a quilt cover. No more cold nights now! Hehe... After that, we went to their place in the city. Played a few rounds of card games on their poker table. I always wanted to own one private poker table but its just too expensive to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we went to this japanese ramen restaurant. The restuarant shop is called Momotarou, it sounds so much like Hamtaro. The chef was really good at cooking the ramen. I ordered the pork and vege ramen in white soup. It was very good. The ramen doesn't taste like maggi mee and the pork slice was big and juicy. The group of us ordered 1 dozen of gyoza. Also damn nice... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7904645403154195787?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7904645403154195787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7904645403154195787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7904645403154195787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7904645403154195787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekends.html' title='The Weekends...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-8406916369264139261</id><published>2008-03-01T07:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:44:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day on a Cold Summer Day</title><content type='html'>It's all summarised in that sentence above. I joined a group of students from Singapore in their event of a beach day. Following the lead of the president who brought a group of around 10+ to the beach, we got to know other students from other faculties and a few of them are pretty interesting too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the beach, it was blowing strong cold winds. The guys in our group are freezing let alone the girls. So most of the girls huddle up and keep close together. Well, the guys as usual, just stayed strong and braved the cold winds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club organised us into 2 teams. Than we started playing games and getting to knoew more about each other. It was then that i realise most of them are staying near my place, some 15mins walk away. And the best part, a girl is staying at the same place as me. Too bad she is attached and her boyfriend is coming over next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing games, one of the club member helped to start the barbeque and started cooking the sausages. The sad thing is they bought raw sausages which took pretty long to cook with that small bbq set. So that was the negative point but the crowd and the members made up for the lack of cooked food. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Singaporeans here and coming together to orgainse events. I will be joining them in lots of different events im sure... With free food and lots of company, what else could i ask for in a club?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-8406916369264139261?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/8406916369264139261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=8406916369264139261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8406916369264139261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/8406916369264139261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/03/beach-day-on-cold-summer-day.html' title='Beach Day on a Cold Summer Day'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-348673720842556191</id><published>2008-02-28T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:08:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea! A present!!</title><content type='html'>Past few days had been pretty good. Since the start of school, i got things planned out for me. At least i won't be staying home doing nothing. A couple of things happened the past 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, the smoke alarm was activated and the entire building of students had to evacuate. I didn't know what to do and just walked out with my t-shirt and shorts. Nothing seem to be burning and i see others wearing their jackets out, they even got their mobile and wallets out. All i got was my house keys! Then there was cold winds blowing at us. Soon the fire brigade came, they checked the system and told us it was a false alarm. I was almost a popsicle... So that was that and i went on to finish up my reading. And it happened again! At 4.20am in the morning! This time im smarter, i took my stuff, wore a jacket, even brought my blanket out. And like the previous time, it was another false alarm. Disturbed my sleep totally... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to this shopping mall that my friends recommended, they say its so big you will have to take 2 days to fully explore it. So i did some research on it, found out the directions to the place and start my journey to the place today. It was huge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;current=ChadstoneShoppingMall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/ChadstoneShoppingMall.jpg" border="0" alt="Chadstone SC"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken around 400m away from the mall. The entire building IS the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building is made of 2 supermarkets, 2 major retailers and over 100 different stores with like 4 food courts. Vivocity to me now looks so small... Haha... I didnt't buy much there, just went to venture and look around. Didn't manage to completely walk the entire place. But i realise something, unlike Singapore, every corner you will see a Mcdonalds. Over here, they are hard to find. Even the shopping centre doesn't have one. And in the city, its like only 2-3 outlets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;current=Navigator.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/Navigator.jpg" border="0" alt="Nokia Navigator"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another surprise came to me... My uncle sent me a welcome gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i get to venture around even better! Muahahaha!! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-348673720842556191?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/348673720842556191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=348673720842556191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/348673720842556191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/348673720842556191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/02/yea-present.html' title='Yea! A present!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7067359265245892128</id><published>2008-02-25T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:11:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!!!</title><content type='html'>It was my first day of school here in Melbourne. I got my timetable today and i get to plan it! Yay! So i crammed all my lesson dates into Mon-Wed, leaving thur, fri, sat and sun free. FREE!!! I repeat myself again, thur to sun free!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are like back to poly life. Lecturer, lecture hall, hundreds of students. But the difference is that the students here are younger. I mean almost five years younger than me. There are those other working adults back to studyin but im like the older person among the younger crowd. i realise something too. I see my old self inside them. Paying for school fees but still wanna sleep through lectures. Coming in late and just stroll in to class. Well, things are different now. I've thrown away these bad habits and now felt like some good boy studying hard. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i just wanna share the new experience i had today. In the Uni, there is this open lecture theatre. The only wall that is opaque is the projection wall. The other three sides are all glass. I mean i can see outside clearly. One thing it helps is that you won't fall asleep easily as you can look out to see the amazing view. Its something so new that i feel like going back there again. I will try to get a photo of the place as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7067359265245892128?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7067359265245892128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7067359265245892128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7067359265245892128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7067359265245892128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!!!'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-293762858802809723</id><published>2008-02-22T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:55:44.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week has passed...</title><content type='html'>I have finally survived the 1st 7 days of my life here in Melbourne. Not a very foreign land but still all alone. It does feel lonely sometimes, but the worst part is during sleep time. Its the time duration where you are awake and falling asleep. That is the time where 'miss' and 'lonliness' starts to creeps in. Then eventually, i will drift off to sleep and start all over again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have shifted to a new place, i took a few pictures of the area. Oh refresh or reload the page if the pictures are skewed. No photoshop due to somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;current=Entrance.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/Entrance.jpg" border="0" alt="Entrance"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door and this is what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;current=BedandDesk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/BedandDesk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;current=CupboardandKitchen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/CupboardandKitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="Cupboard and Kitchen"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite view of my room, cupboard with mirror and far right is the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;current=WindowandBalcony.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/WindowandBalcony.jpg" border="0" alt="Window and Balcony"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, full length windows with a HUGE balcony space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i cook my own dinner while having a comfortable personal space i call home for now. But the thing i need now is a bed, as you can see they only provide a mattress. Its sinking in the centre which causes my tailbone to hurt sometimes due to it hitting the supporter poles. Well, im getting a new one if possible. Hopefully by next week im sleeping on a nice spring mattress bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-293762858802809723?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/293762858802809723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=293762858802809723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/293762858802809723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/293762858802809723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-week-has-passed.html' title='1 Week has passed...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-2758501177605232884</id><published>2008-02-17T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:14:06.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ho From Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Wow... So much things to blog, guess i gotta do a quick one with photos to explain the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing through the security, i did not want to look back. I just wanted to walk to my gate and get up on my plane as quick as i could. But looking at the scene around me, i got a feeling my friends would wanna do the same too. They wanna wave crazily to me while i wave back and see them for one last look. So i turned around, saw them waving their most sincere goodbyes at me. With each wave, a blessing from them to me. And i feel blessed to have friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MelbournePhotos003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" Width="50%" alt="Best of the Best" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/MelbournePhotos003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the airport, i contacted my airport pick up and soon was driven to my motel. Nothing spectacular... Below is the photo, you can see its somewhat 2-3times the size of my home toilet. The bed was lousy, the TV was sucky and there was only 1 power socket. Guess they didn't want me to use too much electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MelbournePhotos004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" alt="Temp Accomd Room" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/MelbournePhotos004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went to register in my school and also my life in Melbourne alone. Good thing i learnt all the life skills before coming over. Well, not all exactly. I guess i still have to consult a few people here and there. While finding my future accomodation, im stumble upon a sign saying there is a free concert in a park nearby. So i went over with my bag of chips and a bottle of coke. But i was overwhelmed by the attendence there. There are families all over! I would say roughly 1000 people are there watching the concert. All with their nice picnic floor mats, wine, assortment of cheeses and all kinds of food and fruits. Its pathetic comparing them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MelbournePhotos015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" alt="Concert in the Park" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/MelbournePhotos015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, there were lots of insects flying around that night. Too small to even be seen by the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went to the city to do some sightseeing. It was an adventure to see the city on foot. I gotta learn everything all over again. Like where to get the free busses and trams, where to find the cheapest food, etc. An adventure all over... And i set myself a target that i must bring back a pillow today, the motel's pillow is totally flat. So i went out and bought myself a nice comfy pillow. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MelbPics007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50%" width="50%" alt="New Pillow" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Melbourne%20Photos/MelbPics007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Thats all for now. Hopefully i get a place to stay as soon as possible. I want to get out of this crummy place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-2758501177605232884?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/2758501177605232884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=2758501177605232884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2758501177605232884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/2758501177605232884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-ho-from-melbourne.html' title='Hey Ho From Melbourne'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6270780403458923180</id><published>2008-02-16T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:09:58.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Trip Experience</title><content type='html'>During the CNY period, i planned a Korean trip for my parents and my immediate family members. A total of 11 people, including me, went for this trip. Only my aunt has been on Korean soil, so most of the things i would consult her for advice. As for photos, i will post a link to the album. It's difficult to link photos to the days so just see it after reading this post or vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Day:&lt;br /&gt;Flight was on 8am, so we had to check-in by 6am. Our flight was at Terminal 3, the new terminal. Its very nice and very spacious. Though it was only catering to Singapore Airlines flights the service is still slow and there is always a long queue to check-in. Everything was smooth and dandy and we are on our way to Incheon, Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at Seoul, you can really feel the winter chill. Its like 2-5 degrees in the day and below 0 in the night. So i guess you can say its really, really cold. We paid for airport transfer which is actually a bus loops around Seoul city. Amazing that our hotel is just outside the busstop. Check-in to hotel and we are all hungry as its dinner time. Dinner was settled in a korean bbq styled restaurant. Dad ordered too much as he was hungry. After dinner, we went back to the hotel and rested for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Started with meeting my family members for breakfast. We had breakfast at starbucks. It was pretty cheap as breakfast for 2 included regular latte and cuppa, bagel, sausage crossaint and espresso shot cupcake. After breakfast we proceeded to Nandaemun market for a little shopping. As it was the first day of CNY, all shops were not opened. It was almost like a ghost town. We walked around except a few stalls are open. Finally, my mom crashed into one of the stalls selling Korean fare and bought a big bag of stuff. Meanwhile i visit the Nandaemun gate. It was rather impressive. Few centuries old structure still surviving till today. Took a few photos and seperated with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group seperated into 3 parts, my parents, aunt and grand-aunt went to the casino. My uncles family and cousin went on another part of shopping trip. My brother and I went walking just about everywhere. While on the way i bought some strawberries. Imagine a lunchbox size portion of strawberries for only $7! What a steal... Bought 1 box and happily continued our way back to our hotel. Along the road picked up some roadside foodstalls. See photos for more explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3:&lt;br /&gt;As planned, my brother and I decided to climb one of the peak in Seoul. The mount is call namsam park. Situated just south of the CBD area and at 200m above sea level. An adventure junkie like me would never give this a miss. So we started our journey after breakfast at Coffeebean joint. Halfway through, my brother was panting and than he saw hope of going up the top without sweating a bead of sweat, cable car. I would say its more of a gondola. I cursed at him and told him i will pay for the ascent to the top but we will walk down. Up the cable car and up to the top. At the top, we went up to the Seoul Tower, one of the tallest buildings in the world. It was a spectacular view from there. You can see the whole of Seoul city and the surrounding distant residential area. At the top, i realise something. The sight was almost the same as what i saw at Taipei 101 tower. The city has a river flowing through it and surrounded by natural obstacles of stone. I guess that is how a capital was chosen, abundant life with the river and natural defenses of mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came down from the tower and looked around the base of the tower. It was then i saw something unique. On the fence, there was thousands of locks on it. Im confused and wondering why the heck do Koreans put a padlocks on these fences for? Than i saw a mandarin speaking guide so i made my way there and listened on his explanation. The padlocks are locked here by couples, it meant to them eternal love. All locks will have 2 keys at least and if one day they are truly seperated, one of them will come here and unlock it. It is like a token of love. It also shows how romantic Koreans are. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, my dad requested to see the palace. Da Chang Jin made him want to look how magnificent the place is. So we got into a taxi and went to the palace. It was lucky enough for us to be there just nice to see the change of palace guards ceremony. Something interesting and special. Comparing that to our change of guards parade at the Istana, its like comparing shrimp and lobster. After touring the palace grounds, my mom decided to give a treat. She won quite abit during the the previous day at the casino. So we had the international buffet. The spread was amazing. I never had so much tuna belly sashimi in my life. Great buffet. Damage? $70/pax. Ouch! Still lots of leftovers for my mom in her winnings.  So my parents contined the night to try their luck while i walked back to the hotel with my brother. On the way back, we saw snow! Yes. snow! Haha... After so many years of my life, its my first ever seeing snowflakes falling on to me. It was a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;It's now the 3rd day of CNY. Most of the shops are opened now. It was the last day in Korea. So i decided to tell my parents of my plan. Main objective is to go to their Coex tower to buy kimchi and visit Lotte World for once. In the morning, we went to a local shopping centre as my cousin wanted to buy a toy. Lotte Mart was the name of the store and the prices there are pretty reasonable. After checkout, there is this packing station. Empty cardboard boxes is stacked neatly by the side. You can take box, put whatever you want inside and carry it home. They even include free tape! That is what i call cash and carry. Haha... We carried everything in plastic bags and head back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our journey to Coex Tower and Lotte World. At the Coex Tower, the shopping area is huge! It's comparable to Vivocity except its only one level. I kept trying to find the Kimchi museum but its hard to locate it. Hunger overwhelmed us and we finally head to Mcdonalds for lunch. I had shrimp burger while my brother tried their tomato and bacon big mac. Interestingly, they big mac had a cardboard ring around it. Making it hard to topple while still keeping the cut lettuce inside. We ate at the location so the server gave us plastic cups for our coke. Its nice to see them save the environment. After lunch, we continued our search for the museum. Finally submitted to asking the information counter. The lady showed me the way and when we are there, its closed. So sad... Then we proceeded to Lotte World. Finally got tickets to their famous themepark. Shan't say more, the pictures tell a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we head back to our hotel late into the night. We went into this 24hr Korean Restaurant. Ate the BiBimBap as they are famous for it. After that, we went back to the hotel and packed our stuff for departure the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and had our last breakfast in Seoul City. Heard of a chicken store that sells good baked chicken. So we had the set for brunch. Overall it tasted simple. Not as good as Cute Chicken in Clementi. Then we shopped for one last time and went back to the hotel. Packed our stuff and left Seoul City with so much still waiting to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo album link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Korea%20Trip/"&gt;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/Korea%20Trip/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6270780403458923180?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6270780403458923180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6270780403458923180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6270780403458923180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6270780403458923180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/02/korean-trip-experience.html' title='Korean Trip Experience'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6332511226774191987</id><published>2008-02-04T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:14:17.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will pay for damages...</title><content type='html'>Today i had quite a lineup for my day. I brought a friend to pick up her boyfriend from the airport early in the morning. It was a unique experience i must say, but to see the smiles and happiness is worth the time. Too bad i didn't bring along a camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During noon, i had dental appointment. Pulled out the old bands and installed a new set of bands. Seems i have to extend that removal of braces date further, but its a small sacrifice for greater study and the adventure of a lifetime. Lunch was settled in PS, had the Ayam Panggang in the foodcourt. Gonna miss local fare very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch i went a little shopping to justify the buying of new clothes during Chinese New Year. I bought a box of cherries from the supermart and in the midst dropped two boxes. A lady came up to me and demanded i pay for the two boxes as nobody will buy. I simply stayed calm and told her, i will pay for the damages. She stared at me with those poison tipped eyes and started picking out the spoiled cherries. A total of four. Than i said, you weigh them and i will pay for it. Then the supervisor came and intervened and said that its okie, i will not be charged for it. So remember kiddies, when you break something, you have the right to pay for the damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly i went to see my usual physician. A little injury on my shoulder which is a huge pain in the past two weeks. So i had to get treatment for it. Accupunture to the rescue again! Yea! But its not miricle cure like the movies but im feeling better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6332511226774191987?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6332511226774191987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6332511226774191987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6332511226774191987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6332511226774191987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-pay-for-damages.html' title='I will pay for damages...'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-666875091245898503</id><published>2008-01-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:02:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Toy... Woot~</title><content type='html'>My ex-classmates all gave this as my farewell gift. It was something that i have been bugging one or two of them. Actually im joking as to getting it but they still went on to get for it. I liked it very much and as promised, i have to bring this new toy to Melbourne with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elmo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elmo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v395/scopion/elmo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Tickle-me Elmo 2" height="50%" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its the Tickle-me Elmo. YAY!!! Loads of fun and laughter just looking at it laughing. And its the Xtra Special edition too. 6 different specials waiting to be discovered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-666875091245898503?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/666875091245898503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=666875091245898503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/666875091245898503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/666875091245898503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-toy-woot.html' title='My new Toy... Woot~'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-5389805519882618105</id><published>2008-01-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:36:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Delayed +X</title><content type='html'>And i thought i could snag a date at the campus before V-day. Well, my flight was delayed by one day and its now on V-day itself. Meaning by the time i arrive at Melbourne, its 15th Feb. Spoil all my plans...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-5389805519882618105?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/5389805519882618105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=5389805519882618105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5389805519882618105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/5389805519882618105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/01/flight-delayed-x.html' title='Flight Delayed +X'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-6568819326033413042</id><published>2008-01-20T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:25:10.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Cooking</title><content type='html'>As the title said it all... Bad cooking. Shall not talk more about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-6568819326033413042?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/6568819326033413042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=6568819326033413042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6568819326033413042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/6568819326033413042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-cooking.html' title='Bad Cooking'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681368.post-7003387515625147939</id><published>2008-01-16T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:17:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic in a park</title><content type='html'>Im still troubled by this girl. In short, she is a girl i met during school. Now we chatted awhile and she decided to cook something for me. Seems to be quite a big spread as she wanted to meet up in a park so i can savour her cooking. Initially the chatting was like friends and she asked me this whether i would eat what she cook. Out of politeness, i replied i will. So she decided to cook for me. And its gonna be tomorrow. The last girl that really cooked for me(minus my family members and my god-parents) was my sis. I got a feeling she is hitting on me, but i am not interested in her. She is like 3-4 years older than me. That is the important thing, i do not digg girls older than me. Don't ask me why but its my preference. But i wonder why is she doing this when im leaving for SG in like less than 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!! The suspense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681368-7003387515625147939?l=vamp-lord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/feeds/7003387515625147939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6681368&amp;postID=7003387515625147939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7003387515625147939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681368/posts/default/7003387515625147939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-lord.blogspot.com/2008/01/picnic-in-park.html' title='Picnic in a park'/><author><name>ScOpIoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14713294773935220558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-TgIMK8EDM/SJKKGZ1VeII/AAAAAAAAABM/BNohGlcpIBM/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
