<?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-37709452</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:00.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artificiosus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4054261134183311227</id><published>2010-08-05T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:10:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod touch 32GB</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;whoo hoo!!! IPOD TOUCH 32GB ARRIVED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbmarAWeI/AAAAAAAABaw/TW1xEwhs4h0/s1600/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbmarAWeI/AAAAAAAABaw/TW1xEwhs4h0/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501599504106805730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbm7R_MdI/AAAAAAAABa4/7ejqfff4Vt0/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbm7R_MdI/AAAAAAAABa4/7ejqfff4Vt0/s320/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501599512860242386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbnPs-BTI/AAAAAAAABbA/XKCvjlgUsWc/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbnPs-BTI/AAAAAAAABbA/XKCvjlgUsWc/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501599518342120754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4054261134183311227?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4054261134183311227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4054261134183311227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2010/08/ipod-touch-32gb.html' title='ipod touch 32GB'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TFmbmarAWeI/AAAAAAAABaw/TW1xEwhs4h0/s72-c/IMG_1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5168792579113518909</id><published>2010-07-19T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:51:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oakley Probation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OAKLEY PROBATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmT9FNddI/AAAAAAAABao/2gpD9hn5xjI/s1600/IMAG0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmT9FNddI/AAAAAAAABao/2gpD9hn5xjI/s320/IMAG0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495629938298811858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmTuNzDyI/AAAAAAAABag/q2CJnJbDsXY/s1600/IMAG0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmTuNzDyI/AAAAAAAABag/q2CJnJbDsXY/s320/IMAG0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495629934308298530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmTYzQSuI/AAAAAAAABaY/3NME1c_g3fQ/s1600/IMAG0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmTYzQSuI/AAAAAAAABaY/3NME1c_g3fQ/s320/IMAG0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495629928559823586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Isaiah's help in helping me ship my long awaited Oakley Probation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5168792579113518909?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5168792579113518909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5168792579113518909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2010/07/oakley-probation.html' title='Oakley Probation'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/TERmT9FNddI/AAAAAAAABao/2gpD9hn5xjI/s72-c/IMAG0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5971550389241152191</id><published>2010-05-04T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:22:55.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mouse &amp; New Mouse Pad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/S-ARbRDr2hI/AAAAAAAABaQ/qKjE2peIa0g/s1600/IMG_1587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/S-ARbRDr2hI/AAAAAAAABaQ/qKjE2peIa0g/s320/IMG_1587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467389107760781842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA CHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5971550389241152191?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5971550389241152191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5971550389241152191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-mouse-new-mouse-pad.html' title='New Mouse &amp; New Mouse Pad'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/S-ARbRDr2hI/AAAAAAAABaQ/qKjE2peIa0g/s72-c/IMG_1587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7830406306582967191</id><published>2009-12-11T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:10:36.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smaller the phone, the bigger the box.</title><content type='html'>Smaller the phone, the bigger the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEdWc1uekI/AAAAAAAABaI/ETL51RhcBdM/s1600-h/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEdWc1uekI/AAAAAAAABaI/ETL51RhcBdM/s320/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413640498611911234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7830406306582967191?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7830406306582967191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7830406306582967191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/12/smaller-phone-bigger-box.html' title='Smaller the phone, the bigger the box.'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEdWc1uekI/AAAAAAAABaI/ETL51RhcBdM/s72-c/IMG_0854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6935644015628926228</id><published>2009-12-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:56:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maritime YES Club Year End Get Together</title><content type='html'>Maritime YES Club - Year End Get Together&lt;br /&gt;Location: HELIPAD @ CENTRAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEY94wsaEI/AAAAAAAABaA/yEgIn-WLIVU/s1600-h/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEY94wsaEI/AAAAAAAABaA/yEgIn-WLIVU/s320/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635678563756098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEY9RydB-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/c9xzo1beKQI/s1600-h/IMG_0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEY9RydB-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/c9xzo1beKQI/s320/IMG_0860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635668102154210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6935644015628926228?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6935644015628926228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6935644015628926228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/12/maritime-yes-club-year-end-get-together.html' title='Maritime YES Club Year End Get Together'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SyEY94wsaEI/AAAAAAAABaA/yEgIn-WLIVU/s72-c/IMG_0862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4126745067531034094</id><published>2009-11-26T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:27:11.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braun Buffel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sw6rzEpUoZI/AAAAAAAABZw/yQa_paOMPMk/s1600/IMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sw6rzEpUoZI/AAAAAAAABZw/yQa_paOMPMk/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408449096427282834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another leather to the collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4126745067531034094?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4126745067531034094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4126745067531034094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/11/braun-buffel.html' title='Braun Buffel'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sw6rzEpUoZI/AAAAAAAABZw/yQa_paOMPMk/s72-c/IMG_0828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7426772338861311659</id><published>2009-11-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:21:51.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for the lovely wishes...&lt;br /&gt;Its been an awesome day!!&lt;br /&gt;New Braun Buffel wallet from Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;Got to go watch 2012 after school!&lt;br /&gt;Ate a damn good blackforest cake from Bakerzin!&lt;br /&gt;Well... if only I could get a pole dance... hmm... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7426772338861311659?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7426772338861311659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7426772338861311659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/11/19th.html' title='19th'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4003767000917614440</id><published>2009-10-25T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:21:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love FCUK</title><content type='html'>deux FCUK chemises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4003767000917614440?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4003767000917614440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4003767000917614440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-fcuk.html' title='Love FCUK'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3970046375493499943</id><published>2009-10-24T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:07:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Davidoff Cool Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SuL7qpHm_VI/AAAAAAAABZY/ykI9P3RS-q8/s1600-h/images_products_SKU_full_COOMA25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SuL7qpHm_VI/AAAAAAAABZY/ykI9P3RS-q8/s320/images_products_SKU_full_COOMA25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396152013554122066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah finally... Got my Davidoff Cool water today.&lt;br /&gt;Next purchase, Dunhill Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SuL7qzsFAiI/AAAAAAAABZg/Wt9SzYmjBsE/s1600-h/dunhill-black-fragrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SuL7qzsFAiI/AAAAAAAABZg/Wt9SzYmjBsE/s320/dunhill-black-fragrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396152016391438882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3970046375493499943?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3970046375493499943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3970046375493499943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/10/davidoff-cool-water.html' title='Davidoff Cool Water'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SuL7qpHm_VI/AAAAAAAABZY/ykI9P3RS-q8/s72-c/images_products_SKU_full_COOMA25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1911135911193207614</id><published>2009-09-03T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:39:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time Shisha</title><content type='html'>Cousin Jody's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Oosters at Suntec, the food was heavenly, and the beer was huge! $10 bucks for a pint!&lt;br /&gt;After which we walked to Clarke Quay's Marrakesh for drinks and my very first time having a Shisha!&lt;br /&gt;Its awesome... with the apple taste... so smooth...&lt;br /&gt;Whoo... we spent a total of about 220 bucks in just one night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1911135911193207614?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1911135911193207614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1911135911193207614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-shisha.html' title='First time Shisha'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3602939407087954385</id><published>2009-08-29T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:14:47.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Exams - Social House 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;End of Exams, let loose...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/08/09&lt;br /&gt;0900hours: Last paper, Naval Architecture 3, still in the bloody wee morning hours.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, didn't have the time to check or think of the formulas for the bloody last question which in fact was so damn easy.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, HATE morning exams.&lt;br /&gt;The supposed blissfulness of finishing the last paper wasn't so blissful after all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, few hours later, I decided, "fuck it, not gonna dwell on whats done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145hours: Met Norman and headed down to Liang Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2240hours: Met up with Norm's 4 poly mates, got our chops and headed to dblo but after much considerations, decided that getting alcohol from 7-eleven was more worth it. So that night it was the first time Norman and I bought a bottle of whisky, plastic cups, a bottle of coke and a pack of ice from a 7-eleven store to drink at the alley. As budget as it was, it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2310hours: Met up with Glenys and Crystal, was supposed to get them chopped but the bouncer didn't let Christal in due to her very very wasted condition after 15 cups of vodka she had at powerhouse. She started vomiting at the side walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/08/09&lt;br /&gt;0015hours: After accompanying them, Crystal's condition still didn't improve, decided to go back to the alley for another cup of whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0115hours: Crystal's puking finally came to a rest and finally clubbing could start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0130hours: Music flow was awesome, opened bottles, first time witnessing guys I know of becoming so carnivorous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0500hours: Party ends. Sat at Liang Court chit chatting with Glenys and Crystal. Later Glenys took a cab with me to my place to crash for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 7am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3602939407087954385?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3602939407087954385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3602939407087954385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-exams-social-house-2.html' title='End of Exams - Social House 2'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6138388279605581605</id><published>2009-08-09T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:00:34.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy!</title><content type='html'>Fishy so BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sn5JT312sII/AAAAAAAABZQ/hB1hBszL78c/s1600-h/IMAG0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sn5JT312sII/AAAAAAAABZQ/hB1hBszL78c/s320/IMAG0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367808411628384386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove in West Coast park to get this Sea bass at S$30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6138388279605581605?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6138388279605581605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6138388279605581605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishy.html' title='Fishy!'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sn5JT312sII/AAAAAAAABZQ/hB1hBszL78c/s72-c/IMAG0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8859541002549669958</id><published>2009-08-02T05:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:03:38.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supperclub</title><content type='html'>Club: Supperclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very unique club with a sprinkle of class.&lt;br /&gt;Loved the design of the place, having the club on the second level with a huge window panel overlooking Raffles Hotel. "Booked Tables" turn out to be huge bed-like sofas which can in turn be used for jumping. First time trying on MOET Champagne.&lt;br /&gt;Loved the strip show done by a professional Caucasian dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, somehow, the place reminded me of Chuck Bass's lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, met many fairsians who go to Church the next day to repent. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, finally, my first time puking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8859541002549669958?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8859541002549669958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8859541002549669958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/supperclub.html' title='Supperclub'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3254299599080891476</id><published>2009-07-19T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:30:43.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social House</title><content type='html'>Club: Social House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People: Like a Fairsian gathering, but none were from my Sec 4 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: One hell of a club with great crowd, awesome music and very nice lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai marqué ce soir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3254299599080891476?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3254299599080891476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3254299599080891476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/07/social-house.html' title='Social House'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1956701105346530616</id><published>2009-07-15T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:24:38.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sennheiser PMX 80</title><content type='html'>Mummy helped me get the &lt;strong&gt;Sennheiser PMX 80&lt;/strong&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she works nearby the showroom which gave her an extra 10% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sl3KbpUgdXI/AAAAAAAABZA/5N500HhDepE/s1600-h/PMX80_HiRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sl3KbpUgdXI/AAAAAAAABZA/5N500HhDepE/s320/PMX80_HiRes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358661707937903986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sl3KbXrtOAI/AAAAAAAABY4/J6Io1Z30X3E/s1600-h/15072009282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sl3KbXrtOAI/AAAAAAAABY4/J6Io1Z30X3E/s320/15072009282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358661703203371010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1956701105346530616?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1956701105346530616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1956701105346530616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/07/sennheiser-pmx-80.html' title='Sennheiser PMX 80'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sl3KbpUgdXI/AAAAAAAABZA/5N500HhDepE/s72-c/PMX80_HiRes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-600465536374320528</id><published>2009-07-11T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:10:28.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seafood Buffet at The Fullerton</title><content type='html'>Seafood Buffet at The Fullerton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome seafood, especially the oysters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-600465536374320528?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/600465536374320528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/600465536374320528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/07/seafood-buffet-at-fullerton.html' title='Seafood Buffet at The Fullerton'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8415400375235762720</id><published>2009-06-28T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:16:15.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5TB &amp; Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Digital Space &amp; Fashion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Bought a SEAGATE 1.5 terabyte hard drive, delivered by Isaiah.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $170&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Went Vivo, &lt;br /&gt;bought a Zara T-Shirt,&lt;br /&gt;bought a Zara Sexy Underwear,&lt;br /&gt;bought a XDYE T-Shirt from Pull &amp; Bear,&lt;br /&gt;bought four ESPRIT underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total spent in a day: $277&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8415400375235762720?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8415400375235762720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8415400375235762720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/06/15tb-zara.html' title='1.5TB &amp; Zara'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-9002186925685838199</id><published>2009-06-25T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:21:12.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed Ladies' Night at St. James</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wed Ladies' Night at St. James&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time so sober clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;First time got pulled so carnivorously.&lt;br /&gt;First time got sandwiched so intimately.&lt;br /&gt;First time so squuezed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mates: Vicky, Hasbunnur, Wei Min, Vicky's friends, Kah Zui, Wei Min's friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-9002186925685838199?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/9002186925685838199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/9002186925685838199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/06/wed-ladies-night-at-st-james.html' title='Wed Ladies&apos; Night at St. James'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8404746336106199701</id><published>2009-06-13T04:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:31:33.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbed To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Clubbed To Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/06/09 - 1400hours: Went to Cineleisure with Wei Jie, Hass and Safuan to watch T4. The film wasn't bad, it was very disappointing. First of all, PG? Really? I'm sure the hardcore Terminator fans out there would be hating McG to the core right now. What I loved was the cast, a very well picked cast but they didn't have the space to work their full potential on. Some of the cinematography were excellent, especially the helicopter scene, well done. What I didn't like was how easy the infiltration went, throughout the movie, T-600s were simply individuals and not fought in an army. Well they did show a scene with hundreds of them but they were all inactive. In all, its a great action packed film with stunning explosive scenes but in terms of story, terminator fans would be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2230hours: Together with cousin Shawn, Clarke Quay's Highlander Beers. Indian Pale Ale 8%. Awesome drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2315hours: Went Zirca, got bored and went Rebel, got turned off instantly. Very bad crowd with disgusting R&amp;B music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/06/09 - 0000hours: Went back to Zirca for more drinks and Caucasian grindings. Simply awesome! My gosh, those ladies don't have 'shy' in their dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0115hours: Went to Lunar, had my fourth drink, Martini. Danced with chinese songs that were amazingly good with bikini angels as well. Too bad the pole dancers weren't dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0200hours: Went back to Zirca, had a good eye candy on cage dancers... ooo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0230hours: Got bored, too many Indian man crowding the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0300hours: Got out of clubbing, went to have sausages, what a night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8404746336106199701?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8404746336106199701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8404746336106199701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/06/clubbed-to-death.html' title='Clubbed To Death'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2644499223698528591</id><published>2009-06-11T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:12:37.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start-Up Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Start-Up Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SjB1FZsyeNI/AAAAAAAABYw/Dv0ulpSj9g0/s1600-h/The_Start-Up_Story_EDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SjB1FZsyeNI/AAAAAAAABYw/Dv0ulpSj9g0/s320/The_Start-Up_Story_EDM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901493347317970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: http://www.thestartuostory.com/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan Site: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Start-Up-Story/203645305337?ref=ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info: http://msferrari.xanga.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2644499223698528591?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2644499223698528591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2644499223698528591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-up-story.html' title='The Start-Up Story'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SjB1FZsyeNI/AAAAAAAABYw/Dv0ulpSj9g0/s72-c/The_Start-Up_Story_EDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-348325868707083813</id><published>2009-06-05T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:52:44.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.R bike trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1630 to 1710 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent Ridge Bike Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start off altitude: 20m&lt;br /&gt;Maximum altitude:   75m&lt;br /&gt;Distance travelled on bike: 7.02 km&lt;br /&gt;Average Speed: 15.4 km/h&lt;br /&gt;Maximum Speed: 54 km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4WSCguNI/AAAAAAAABYY/jgJHoP7tDVY/s1600-h/05062009272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4WSCguNI/AAAAAAAABYY/jgJHoP7tDVY/s320/05062009272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343794019558275282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4W8Gp2yI/AAAAAAAABYg/J8EZ-eX9vhA/s1600-h/05062009273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4W8Gp2yI/AAAAAAAABYg/J8EZ-eX9vhA/s320/05062009273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343794030849940258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4XBqyU4I/AAAAAAAABYo/jhbiWSkOO1Q/s1600-h/05062009274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4XBqyU4I/AAAAAAAABYo/jhbiWSkOO1Q/s320/05062009274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343794032343667586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose Around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-348325868707083813?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/348325868707083813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/348325868707083813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/06/kr-bike-trip.html' title='K.R bike trip'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Sij4WSCguNI/AAAAAAAABYY/jgJHoP7tDVY/s72-c/05062009272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-340257043061845625</id><published>2009-05-31T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:12:51.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PADI: Advanced Diving in Tioman</title><content type='html'>Second Dive Trip to Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29/05/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 hours: Reached "The Dive Company" to settle our bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2020 hours: 9 people boarded the van including the dive instructor and dive master, the journey to Tioman begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2210 hours: Reached the same resting spot as our first dive trip where we had our supper, and once again we got beer into the van to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30/05/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0005 hours: Arrived at the Mersing Jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0020 hours: Boat revved up its engine and we're off to Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0230 hours: A peaceful quiet beach emerged from the darkness, we have reached Tioman's Paya beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0330 hours: After settling our rooms, Norman and I were in the same room as a french man who spoke fluent English with a heavy British accent. Well Norman wasn't very happy as Fabio (the french man) just loved to complain about everything. An example would be when he realized that we were sharing a room together and not individualised rooms, he started complaining saying how good it was in Bali where he had his individualised rooms. Then before we went to bed, I turned on the air condtioning and he went like, "Are you serious? You're okay with breathing air in an enclosed room? Where is the fresh air?" Well, we were nice people so we left the door open for him so that he could have his fresh air, but sleeping that night was horribly hot. I found him to be a pain in the ass at times but most of the time I took his complains as such utter jokes, seeing him in his misery was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730 hours: Woke up and headed for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830 hours: Heavy rain poured with very strong wind, the first dive seemed gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hours: Waited for the boat to arrive while Norman and I freezed in the wind without our shirt on. Our bright idea of trying to keep our shirt dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1038 hours: Jumped into the water at Tomok dive site. We did our Peak Performance Buoyancy test there where we made a dive of 9.1m and a bottom time of 41 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1119 hours: Got back on the boat and headed back to Paya beach for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1345 hours: After lunch we headed back to the boat for our dive in Soyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1432 hours: Hit the water for our Drift Diving activity. We went down at a depth of 12.8m and lasted for 49 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1521 hours: Got out of the water and the boat brought us to the next dive site called Labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1647 hours: Reached Labas dive site and jumped in for our Navigation test. We hit a depth of once again 12.8m and had a bottom time of 54 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1741 hours: Got out of water and the boat brought us back to Paya beach for a transfer of boat before we head out once again to Tomok for our night dive test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1935 hours: Sky turned dark, we jumped into darkness, absolute unfamiliarity. With our torches as our life rope, we made our way down to 9.7m and had a bottom time of 29 minutes. It was an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hours: Rushed to dinner with our starving stomachs. While having dinner, we spotted the French man making his moves on three German chicks and we were betting if he would get laid that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hours: After bathing we went back to the restaurant to enjoy the night activities. Caught the Chelsea VS Everton match while drinking Hoegarden. After a while Fabio brought the three German ladies to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31/05/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0010 hours: Norman and I went to play pool with Rafi and Ian while Fabio continued to flirt with the three Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0100 hours: Left Fabio there with the ladies then headed back to our rooms to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730 hours: Norman woke up to check if Fabio got laid and to our disappointment, he was sleeping soundly in the room without a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0815 hours: After our quick breakfast, we got onto the boat and headed to Marine Park where we did our deep diving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hours: Jumped in and made our way down to 10m and followed the slope of the seabed down to 24m. On the way down to 24m, we passed three marvelous wrecks filled with corals and beautiful little fishes. We lasted 48 minutes underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0948 hours: Got out of water to head to the final and most beautiful dive site of all, Renggis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1035 hours: Reached Renggis and I jumped into the water forgetting to turn my gas on, good thing Norman was there to help me turn it on in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1055 hours: At a depth of 10.3m, the reef of Renggis is amazing, filled with untouched corals and a vast amount of fish. Just before we hit the current flow, we saw something white at the belly and grey on the top... I screamed in the water for awhile, out of excitement, it was a black tip reef shark!! I was so happy that we could finally see a shark face to face. I was so happy that I started chasing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1120 hours: Got out of the water, I swam beside the Fabio and asked him, "So did you see the shark?" He went, "Shark? What Shark? You guys saw a shark?? Oh my god, I can't believe I missed it! Damn how could I have missed it??" Well, I didn't tell him why he missed it but I think I have a rough idea how he did, I chased it away haha... Good thing he was the only one that didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hours: We got back to Paya beach, Norman and I went swimming near the jetty and ended up tiring ourselves to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hours: Had a delicious lunch before heading for a trail walk guided by Norman, which we kind of regretted doing as we ended up perspiring like we just came out of a steam bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hours: Met up with Rafi and Ian for our certificates and log book chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hours: Ferry came, time to head back to Mersing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1645 hours: Reached Mersing, had a break before heading back into the van where we went back straight to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2045 hours: Reached Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2115 hours: Reached NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130 hours: Norman's mother came to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hours: Home sweet home, but I miss Tioman so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-340257043061845625?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/340257043061845625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/340257043061845625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/05/padi-advanced-diving-in-tioman.html' title='PADI: Advanced Diving in Tioman'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1330108891401402395</id><published>2009-05-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:47:13.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atomic Aquatics Smoke on the Water Split Fin</title><content type='html'>Last Purchase: &lt;strong&gt;Atomic Aquatics Split Fin "Smoke on the Water"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: S$170&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9V9XnFUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/UKy9RnDK9KI/s1600-h/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9V9XnFUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/UKy9RnDK9KI/s320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339788493149640002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9VvBE2UI/AAAAAAAABYI/-EPXiS23Dzw/s1600-h/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9VvBE2UI/AAAAAAAABYI/-EPXiS23Dzw/s320/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339788489297025346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9VMKBcGI/AAAAAAAABYA/lbH6YQAbSNw/s1600-h/IMG_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9VMKBcGI/AAAAAAAABYA/lbH6YQAbSNw/s320/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339788479939309666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1330108891401402395?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1330108891401402395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1330108891401402395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/05/atomic-aquatics-smoke-on-water-split.html' title='Atomic Aquatics Smoke on the Water Split Fin'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Shq9V9XnFUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/UKy9RnDK9KI/s72-c/IMG_0667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1564708629087984410</id><published>2009-05-19T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:47:09.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving booties &amp; Wetsuit</title><content type='html'>Last Purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARE Ankle Booties : S$30.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhq9AkkfI/AAAAAAAABX4/_WLlAbQx8qA/s1600-h/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhq9AkkfI/AAAAAAAABX4/_WLlAbQx8qA/s320/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576636435173874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKONA Wetsuit 3mm : S$230.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhqZ8N5DI/AAAAAAAABXw/btn7DNQEgBA/s1600-h/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhqZ8N5DI/AAAAAAAABXw/btn7DNQEgBA/s320/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576627021669426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhqPRW2bI/AAAAAAAABXo/Gmr8aLQsCcw/s1600-h/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhqPRW2bI/AAAAAAAABXo/Gmr8aLQsCcw/s320/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576624157546930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of,&lt;br /&gt;Anne Boleyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1564708629087984410?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1564708629087984410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1564708629087984410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/05/diving-booties-wetsuit.html' title='Diving booties &amp; Wetsuit'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ShLhq9AkkfI/AAAAAAAABX4/_WLlAbQx8qA/s72-c/IMG_0664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2385931014928277885</id><published>2009-05-16T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:25:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St James Powerhouse</title><content type='html'>4 cups of Vodka straight.&lt;br /&gt;Breaks with a sweet puff.&lt;br /&gt;Grinding sexy ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome deafening house songs.&lt;br /&gt;Enter in VIP style...&lt;br /&gt;St James Powerhouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2385931014928277885?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2385931014928277885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2385931014928277885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/05/st-james-powerhouse.html' title='St James Powerhouse'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2348497518849782421</id><published>2009-04-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:03:53.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G-Shock Riseman</title><content type='html'>Finally got hold of the &lt;strong&gt;G-Shock Riseman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to all the shops at the famous Bencoolen building, only to find that this particular watch is out of stock and Vivo sells it at a freaking S$296, I finally found a shop in IMM today which sold me at S$220!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SemzAbY3NWI/AAAAAAAABXg/EJWZ2lIkTQg/s1600-h/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SemzAbY3NWI/AAAAAAAABXg/EJWZ2lIkTQg/s320/IMG_0653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325984854275732834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SemzAHl4qeI/AAAAAAAABXY/XbqOxuHzBfw/s1600-h/IMG_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SemzAHl4qeI/AAAAAAAABXY/XbqOxuHzBfw/s320/IMG_0655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325984848961645026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Semy_5mm5dI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fn5qoZSnO9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Semy_5mm5dI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fn5qoZSnO9Y/s320/IMG_0656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325984845206578642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Semy_raDs3I/AAAAAAAABXI/vHeAd5YuKik/s1600-h/IMG_0657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Semy_raDs3I/AAAAAAAABXI/vHeAd5YuKik/s320/IMG_0657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325984841395843954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Semy_QoCAOI/AAAAAAAABXA/aTpd_V1bs7k/s1600-h/IMG_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Semy_QoCAOI/AAAAAAAABXA/aTpd_V1bs7k/s320/IMG_0658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325984834206695650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2348497518849782421?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2348497518849782421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2348497518849782421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/04/g-shock-riseman.html' title='G-Shock Riseman'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SemzAbY3NWI/AAAAAAAABXg/EJWZ2lIkTQg/s72-c/IMG_0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2909332511365321239</id><published>2009-03-25T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:59:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEL CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maritime Experiential Learning (MEL) Camp&lt;br /&gt;On board Superstar Virgo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 – 25 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events occur in real time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 March ‘09&lt;br /&gt;1100hours : Check in&lt;br /&gt;1130hours : Boarding&lt;br /&gt;1200hours : Group lunch at Bella Vista&lt;br /&gt;1415hours : Safety Drill&lt;br /&gt;1445hours : Opening address given by the director before having a workshop given by Captain Short at the Galaxy of the Stars, deck 12.&lt;br /&gt;1815hours : Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1900hours : Went to take pictures at the top deck before having ice creams in a quiet cozy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;2145hours : A workshop given by Jeffery Goh in the Pavilion Restaurant at Deck 6.&lt;br /&gt;0000hours : Supper time.&lt;br /&gt;0130hours : Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 March ‘09&lt;br /&gt;0800hours : Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;0900hours : A workshop given by Khoo Swee Chiow (The Singaporean that climbed Mount Everest) at The Lido, deck 7.&lt;br /&gt;1200hours : Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1400hours : Engine &amp; Galley Tour&lt;br /&gt;1700hours : Another workshop given by Captain Short at The Lido, deck 7.&lt;br /&gt;1830hours : Dinner with the Japanese students&lt;br /&gt;2030hours : Star Gazing which was cancelled due to the bad weather condition.&lt;br /&gt;2100hours : Went for gym.&lt;br /&gt;2200hours : Went to watch a live comical entertainer perform.&lt;br /&gt;0000hours : Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 March ‘09&lt;br /&gt;0700hours : Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;0800hours : Got ready to get down to Phuket. Had a fair share of cigarettes and bargains.&lt;br /&gt;1600hours : Time to get ready for the Gala Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;1815hours : All dressed up for the formal Gala Dinner, had our cocktails during the fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;1830hours : Gala Dinner commences at Bella Vista.&lt;br /&gt;2130hours : Gala Show Time at The Lido.&lt;br /&gt;2230hours : Made a decision judged by the flip of a coin not to go for the M18 ‘strip show’ that costs S$40 for forty minutes. Instead, went to buy cigars and booze.&lt;br /&gt;2330hours : Wei Min and I found ourselves entertained to a euphoric high at the Karaoke lounge where I met a Fairfield classmate, Pakkee the second time on board. &lt;br /&gt;0100hours : After having our cocktails at the Karaoke lounge, we headed for the jazz lounge upstairs where I had a glass of Budweiser while Wei Min had yet another glass of cocktail which tasted like cough syrup. The more we drank, the better the two singers on stage looked and the louder we clapped, and the wider were the smiles of the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;0200hours : The ladies’ shift was over, they came to us and thanked us for our very enthusiastic support. We went back to the Karaoke lounge which now turned into a clubbing paradise for, well, particularly I don’t see anyone else but Indians.&lt;br /&gt;0230hours : Dragged our tired selves to the amazingly packed casino, placed a 10 buck note into the machine and after awhile, won seven bucks.&lt;br /&gt;0330hours : Knocked out in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 March '09&lt;br /&gt;0745hours : Breakfast with a heavy head.&lt;br /&gt;0900hours : Another workshop by Khoo Swee Chiow at The Lido, deck 7&lt;br /&gt;1200hours : Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1300hours : Workshop given by Jeffery Goh at the Galaxy of the Stars, deck 12.&lt;br /&gt;1400hours : Packing of bags.&lt;br /&gt;1600hours : Presentation of Certificates.&lt;br /&gt;1615hours : Dinner at Bella Vista&lt;br /&gt;1845hours : Disembarkation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2909332511365321239?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2909332511365321239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2909332511365321239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/03/mel-camp.html' title='MEL CAMP'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-312084749085545195</id><published>2009-03-21T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:38:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Briefing of Maritime Experiential Learning Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Briefing of Maritime Experiential Learning Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9am&lt;br /&gt;A Star Cruise Superstar Virgo trip to Phuket &amp; Back, main organiser being Singapore Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhw_5-RI/AAAAAAAABPg/np3MkTZaxeY/s1600-h/21032009214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhw_5-RI/AAAAAAAABPg/np3MkTZaxeY/s320/21032009214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658813804247314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhjW8F9I/AAAAAAAABPY/A1qG5xEzcE8/s1600-h/21032009213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhjW8F9I/AAAAAAAABPY/A1qG5xEzcE8/s320/21032009213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658810142758866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhaFGoTI/AAAAAAAABPQ/CIawNbMDTrU/s1600-h/21032009212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhaFGoTI/AAAAAAAABPQ/CIawNbMDTrU/s320/21032009212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658807652032818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the pages found in a book distributed by the shocking morning three hour sex talk session called, "NO APOLOGIES: THE TRUTH ABOUT LIFE, LOVE AND SEX"&lt;br /&gt;Page 3 of the book states, "Within the pages of this A(bstinence) journal, you will have opportunities to learn more about yourself and to challenge yourself with the question, 'how should I handle the sexual side of my life today, and in the years to come?'"&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw these pictures and sentences, I turned to Wei Min and said, "Are you sure we're in the correct briefing room?" Seriously, any sane person would be shock at this, a briefing on the cruise trip had suddenly turned into a sexaholic rehabilitation talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-312084749085545195?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/312084749085545195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/312084749085545195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/03/briefing-of-maritime-experiential.html' title='Briefing of Maritime Experiential Learning Camp'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/ScUDhw_5-RI/AAAAAAAABPg/np3MkTZaxeY/s72-c/21032009214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1203235592355223762</id><published>2009-03-15T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:13:26.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCHMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SbzUh_UKDUI/AAAAAAAABPI/WhfryFJQ0hw/s1600-h/Watchmen_Typography_by_markmustaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SbzUh_UKDUI/AAAAAAAABPI/WhfryFJQ0hw/s320/Watchmen_Typography_by_markmustaine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313355340787092802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daring concept change to the everyday superhero story. Heroes are neither good nor evil here, their outstandingly different. I've read part of the comic and I am very pleased with what Mr. Snyder has done. A movie I wouldn't mind watching over again, every aspect of it is brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1203235592355223762?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1203235592355223762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1203235592355223762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html' title='WATCHMEN'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SbzUh_UKDUI/AAAAAAAABPI/WhfryFJQ0hw/s72-c/Watchmen_Typography_by_markmustaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8659936794042657852</id><published>2009-03-07T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:20:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP 3006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its a Sony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SbFND-F0dqI/AAAAAAAABPA/q1BP47H4fdc/s1600-h/06032009169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SbFND-F0dqI/AAAAAAAABPA/q1BP47H4fdc/s320/06032009169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310110166248879778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of my PSP 3006&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it doesn't come with a bloody memory card...&lt;br /&gt;and no bloody games...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well gotta go shopping later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8659936794042657852?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8659936794042657852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8659936794042657852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/03/psp-3006.html' title='PSP 3006'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SbFND-F0dqI/AAAAAAAABPA/q1BP47H4fdc/s72-c/06032009169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6060044721565851061</id><published>2009-03-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:52:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at PPL</title><content type='html'>PPL VS JSL&lt;br /&gt;The last internship I had was at Jurong Shipyard and today was my first time stepping into PPL Shipyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSL&lt;br /&gt;PROS&lt;br /&gt;- Get to sleep every morning in the office.&lt;br /&gt;- Play games and shout vulgarities like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;- Get to eat free lunch on board oil rig for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;- Absolute freedom.&lt;br /&gt;- Reasonable working hours.&lt;br /&gt;CONS&lt;br /&gt;- Felt like a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't take 6 weeks of time to learn everything.&lt;br /&gt;- Travelling time was insanely long.&lt;br /&gt;- No priority given to us during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPL&lt;br /&gt;PROS&lt;br /&gt;- An organised schedule learning programme for us.&lt;br /&gt;- Dedicated and enthusiastic staff members.&lt;br /&gt;- Easy access to the main gate and to canteen.&lt;br /&gt;- Travelling time is simply 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- Priority given to IA students during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;- More females.&lt;br /&gt;CONS&lt;br /&gt;- Dedicated and enthusiastic staff members = No Slacking&lt;br /&gt;- One report every week&lt;br /&gt;- One presentation on the last week.&lt;br /&gt;- An organised schedule = No Slacking&lt;br /&gt;- Work hour is 10 freaking hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6060044721565851061?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6060044721565851061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6060044721565851061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-at-ppl.html' title='First day at PPL'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5449045955753254427</id><published>2009-01-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:46:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S coincidence with 24 tv show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;U.S coincidence with 24 TV show?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the "24" TV series showed Jack being questioned by a Senate committee about some of his past interrogation techniques with the now-defunct CTU. Jack admits to having used torture to prevent terrorist activity, and is perfectly willing to be judged for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;5 days after the airing of "24" Season 7...&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Singapore's TODAY newspaper, "U.S has for the first time publicly stated a suspect was tortured."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5449045955753254427?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5449045955753254427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5449045955753254427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/01/us-coincidence-with-24-tv-show.html' title='U.S coincidence with 24 tv show?'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-947492887706563931</id><published>2009-01-11T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:00:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Season 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SWi9LGs3mkI/AAAAAAAABOg/qhy3gvi8Xas/s1600-h/24+S07+Just+in+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SWi9LGs3mkI/AAAAAAAABOg/qhy3gvi8Xas/s320/24+S07+Just+in+time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289685760821664322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season premeire of 24 Day 7, Hour 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-947492887706563931?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/947492887706563931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/947492887706563931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/01/24-season-7.html' title='24 Season 7'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SWi9LGs3mkI/AAAAAAAABOg/qhy3gvi8Xas/s72-c/24+S07+Just+in+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6716616024002085073</id><published>2009-01-10T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:28:49.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work at Bukit Batok CC</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Travailleur"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been more than a year since I last volunteered to work for cash.&lt;br /&gt;Today, with the recommendation of Wei Min I went to Bukit Batok CC to do the job of a hot dog cum fish ball distributor. Amazingly it was pretty fun, so much better than waitering which I only get paid 6.50 an hour while this job, simply carrying a few things, setting up the food and the packing up, I get 8 bucks per hour. What was fun was I having the authority in determining who gets the food. &lt;br /&gt;"When the people looked at me with their desperate faces before 7.20pm asking for food, I simply looked back and said, NO."&lt;br /&gt;Little kids would come up to me with their huge cute eyes seemingly silently begging me to give them the food, though I was tempted to, a job is a job and I could only give them after the Minister had finished his damn speech. Oh, it was fun watching Wei Jie rushing to pick up the balls thrown by the kids while I just sat there and watched the on-stage performances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6716616024002085073?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6716616024002085073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6716616024002085073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-at-bukit-batok-cc.html' title='Work at Bukit Batok CC'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6728724871494780339</id><published>2009-01-01T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:50:25.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of 08</title><content type='html'>Events take place between 8.15pm to 7.00am.&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Chester, Isaiah, Ryan, Wee Mun &amp; Pals&lt;br /&gt;Darren, Rachelle, Sin Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/12/08&lt;br /&gt;- Ate at Subway&lt;br /&gt;- Strolled around P.S&lt;br /&gt;- Bought "Australia" movie tickets&lt;br /&gt;- Chester, Isaiah, Ryan and I went 'hiking' around Marina to find the best spot for the countdown, turned out we were trying to out smart the police in their barricades.&lt;br /&gt;- Stole 2 Pokka Green Tea drinks out of a 7 eleven store.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched the fire works as we sat on rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/01/09&lt;br /&gt;- Met Wee Mun &amp; Pals at Grand Cathay to catch Australia&lt;br /&gt;- Walked to Heerens to meet up with Darren, Rachelle &amp; Sin Yee&lt;br /&gt;- Sat at Mc Cafe till 6am with Isaiah while watching "8 Simple Rules"&lt;br /&gt;- Got to Harbour Front to get breakfast before heading home to catch Nip Tuck.&lt;br /&gt;- Knocked out half way through the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6728724871494780339?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6728724871494780339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6728724871494780339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-of-08.html' title='The Last Day of 08'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4218777373692397732</id><published>2008-12-27T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:01:32.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullerton Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;____ Fullerton. _____ Wedding. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings, used to be one of my favourite functions or rather events to attend when I was a primary school kid. Well certainly not every wedding is my favourite, I really dislike those that come with the very long speeches given by an old pastor or sometimes a beautiful but monotoned lady. &lt;br /&gt;It has been almost a decade since I last went for a wedding and this time round, I'm going for my neighbour's one. My very immediate neighbour Jason. His wedding was held at Fullerton's ballroom, a very formal and grand wedding I must say. Most people say that wedding invitations costs a bomb, however this wedding invitation costs a specific type of bomb, a nuclear bomb. Parking costs $2.50 per half an hour, that's five freaking bucks per hour, good thing we get a free pass for being guests of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the last time I wore a tie, good thing I still know how to tie one. Finally after so long, I got to suit up once again, and it definitely felt good. Getting the tie from my closet brought back lots of memories of secondary school, the many Tuesdays that I forgot to bring a tie for chapel. &lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the grand ballroom, I could only notice old people, the only young ones were my neighbours whom were all quiet girls, which left me no other choice but to talk to their dads. The plates served on the tables were exquisitely designed and so were the decorations throughout the room. It was as if the wedding was made for perfection. Then, as usual like any other wedding, they started showing videos and photos of the wedding process before serving the food. Oh, the food, I must say I was quite disappointed with them, it was simply average! Well, who cares, the atmosphere was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to wonder, the guy had to go through so much trouble just to get the lady that he loves out of her apartment, he had to trouble so many people to help him get this wedding done into such perfection, spend so much money to make it happen and invite almost 50 tables of guests to just simply...&lt;br /&gt;witness him marrying his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Would I cir cum to such trouble if I were to really get married?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4218777373692397732?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4218777373692397732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4218777373692397732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/12/fullerton-wedding-dinner.html' title='Fullerton Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8875474103017861226</id><published>2008-12-25T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:28:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 22/12/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000hours - Reached the apartment "Suasana Sentral Residence". It is a condominium situated in the KL Sentral region, very close to the Hilton hotel which I stayed in the last time I was in K.L. The apartment was purchased by my Aunt, she gave us the keys so that we could stay during our K.L trip. The apartment was bought intentionally to rent to expatriates. The condominium is very new so there were still some workers there doing the last touch ups which made the place very dusty. The apartment was pretty big, 3 rooms, a kitchen, 2 toilets and a huge guest area. One thing I loved about the master bedroom's toilet is it's very open concept, it doesn't have walls, instead it has huge glass panels that passerby at the corridors can see right through while you're bathing. Awesome eh? Sadly most of the neighbours weren't moved in yet and even if they were, they had blinds to cover the whole thing. Just after exploring the entire apartment, two beautiful Caucasians came knocking on our door asking for salt as they realized that they ran out of salt while cooking their lunch. If only my parents and grandma wasn't there, I'd definitely invite them over for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200hours - After unpacking our stuff and getting familiarised with the security stuff of the condominium, we headed to Asia's biggest mall, "Mid Valley Megamall". Back in Singapore, I did a research of it on the Internet and it looked so very enticing but when we got there, all hopes were pretty dashed as we certainly have been there before. Well, since it has been almost two years since we last stepped into this mall, why not give it a try. Had our lunch at the food court, food was amazingly up to standard but the service was horrible, people had faces of charcoal. Seriously, it was as if I entered a mall of sadness, I guess they only light up if you tip them a little more. After lunch we went strolling around the entire mall. 20 minutes later, my Dad and I got bored of the speed of the ladies so we set a meeting time and location to meet up with them at 1530hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1448hours - Dad and I completed strolling through the entire megamall and found a underground passage way to another mall which was like the 'paragon' of Singapore, its called "The Gardens". We found a "Reef" outlet and was shocked to find that the sandals that I bought in Singapore was cheaper than the one there. After strolling through the two buildings, I decided to go and find a HTC Touch HD to try on. We walked back to the HTC shop in Megamall and for the first time ever, I managed to fool a salesman that I'm Malaysian by speaking to him in Cantonese and for the very first time, get to have a hands on experience with the Touch HD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530hours - Met up with the ladies and we headed to KLCC, not for shopping but for a underwater experience in a shopping centre, the "KL Aquaria". The place was filled with all types of fishes, insects and reptiles, doubt I saw any mammals. It was a very nice learning experience and the tour around the entire Aquaria was longer than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1822hours - Headed for dinner at a nearby open air Ha Ka restaurant. Shared a bottle of Guiness Stout with my dad, didn't know stouts were so bitterly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030hours - Back to apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 23/12/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0645hours - Went down to level 7 with Daddy for Gym.&lt;br /&gt;0746hours - Went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;1030hours - Arrived at China town where we had our retro style breakfast by the road before heading to the bus interchange to board a bus to "Batu Caves". &lt;br /&gt;1100hours - Got into bus 11 where we waited half an hour before the bus started its journey. In the bus, there was this single travelling Japanese girl who looked quite sweet and innocent but she was being hit on by this Malaysian Indian who kept flirting with her constantly. It was a very awkward scene which my dad kept laughing throughout the entire journey while listening to his conversation. He asked if she was married, what she liked, talked about his sister, even gave her a gift and the very last finale, told her the wrong stop to alight. When we were really close to Batu Caves, he told her during the stop before the correct one that it was Batu Caves and she nearly alighted before my dad asked the driver to reconfirm. Good thing she overheard and decided not to follow the Indian, if she did, I wonder where she'd end up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1240hours - After climbing 272 steps, we finally reached the main entrance of the huge cave. It was infested with monkeys and sparrows, the monkeys, not to mess with. My grandma took out a slice of bread and fed it to the baby monkeys situated at the end of the cave, as we walked out of the cave down the the stairs, the monkeys followed us all the way only until my dad tightened the opening of the plastic bag, not allowing any smell of bread to spill did they then wander off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400hours - Went to Butterfly park, was a total knock off for the entrance fee. Well, they do have loads of butterflies, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500hours - Took a cab to Chinatown for more shopping. Apparently my taste for pirated goods have been long gone but I did buy one thing, a pirated DVD of "The Sopranos" season 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830hours - Went back to our apartment to get our car and used my mum's navigator phone to find our way to Greeview restaurant recommended by my Aunt. We tried finding the place for more than an hour but no sign of it, reason was mainly because the navigator's map wasn't digitised. So in the end, we went to the nearby shopping centre to have a Japanese dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0000hours - Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 24/12/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730hours - Gym.&lt;br /&gt;1000hours - Went back to Chinatown for some light shopping.&lt;br /&gt;1200hours - Had lunch in Chinatown, the food was great especially when it is situated in a 1970s style of dining. Oh, it was really cheap as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500hours - Headed to Imbi Plaza, a place well known for electronics. I was actually looking forward to going there but, after reaching there, the place was like a junkyard for unwanted electric goods. Spent only 15 minutes in the complex and I felt utterly bored.&lt;br /&gt;1520hours - Went to Bukit Bintang Road to stroll, but in the end my dad found himself a hair wash service while I found myself a "DELL XPS" free to try CPU. The CPU was Quad Core with a 8800GT Nvidia graphic card, I felt like robbing it home. I played Crysis on it, set everything to the highest, maxed the resolution and the anti aliasing. Shockingly, the game was as smooth as playing a low end game like DOTA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700hours - Took a train then a taxi to Greenview restaurant, this time we managed to find it! The food there was awesome, seriously delicious but all good things came with a price tag. Normally food in Malaysia would be cheaper by half but in this restaurant, even after converting back to Singapore dollar, the price is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030hours - Finding a taxi was very difficult at that area, took us almost half an hour to finally get one. The two ladies then went back to their apartment while Dad and I went to Bukit Bintang to experience KL's night life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2150hours - Reached "Sungei Wang Shopping Centre" situated at Bukit Bintang, the atmosphere and the crowd was unimaginable. Teenagers around my age regardless male or female wore Christmas hats or other Christmas decorations around themselves, many even wore devil horns on their heads which I really don't quite get, or maybe they don't get what Christmas means. Well, other than their insane dressings, the crowd that these teenagers formed were huge enough to almost block the roads causing traffic congestion. Almost everyone had this party spray can where guys would spray at any girl that they see or walk pass them, the roads of the area were littered with party poppers, spray cans, rubbish, beer bottles and more. I then came to realize, Malaysians are actually much more than I thought they were, girls here are so much more open, people here actually party like theres no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2313hours - Walked to an area where most of KL's top clubs or bars were situated. Amazingly the customers going into these clubs weren't of my age but close to my dad's age. I wanted to go into one of them so badly but due to the very long queues and high ticket prices, I decided not to. Seriously, the music was awesome, the beer ladies were hot, the customers were very well dressed and the atmosphere was high, it was a God forbidden Hell yea Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.45hours - We rushed to KLCC to catch the last train back to KL Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0000hours - "Merry Christmas Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:25/12/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900hours - Woke up and packed everything, the day to return back to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100hours - Went to "The Gardens" for lunch at the "Purple Cane" restaurant. This restaurant specializes in brewing tea and oh boy, their tea is excellent. Well, of course in such a classy place, prices are very much the same as Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400hours - KL trip sort of ends, time to head back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICIAL END OF HOLIDAY TRIPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8875474103017861226?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8875474103017861226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8875474103017861226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl-trip.html' title='KL Trip'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1278513359825674954</id><published>2008-12-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:00:08.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koh Samui</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KOH SAMUI (15-12-08 to 18-12-08)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;2100hours: Arrived at Chaba Samui hotel.&lt;br /&gt;2230hours: Checked into our rooms after settling our trips.&lt;br /&gt;2300hours: Strolled down Chaweng Road, we then realized that Koh Samui is in fact a paradise for the Caucasians. 90% of the people walking the streets were either Australians, French, Americans, British or once in a while, Germans. Well certainly it was a surprise for me but indeed pleasurable, spend so little yet you get a mini feeling that you're in a white country. The night life there is simply awesome, bars and clubs filled every corner of Chaweng. Oh and one more thing, the ladies, gosh they were hot, seriously, I've never seen so many hot ladies in my life situated in one long road. They're absolutely up to the standard of models, sadly 95% of them are taken! &lt;br /&gt;0000hours: Got into a restaurant for supper, well I had plenty of food, a huge burger, squid, vegetables and a glass of Singapore Sling. Food there was heavenly, I'd say that cause I love spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;0130hours: Headed back to the hotel to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;0700hours: Woke up with yet indeed another surprise, not a good one actually. My parent's bed was infested with ants and they had been biting both of all night long. Well, you know what this means, time to complain! Complain they did and we got upgraded to the deluxe suite for free.&lt;br /&gt;0815hours: A safari pick up arrived to get us to our morning safari trip at Samui's jungle. &lt;br /&gt;0900hours: Arrived at the elephant Jungle Trekking place. We got on top of the elephants and the locals brought us into the jungle, and I mean really, the jungle. The journey started off with the best part, crossing a small river and having the elephants climbing narrow rocky paths into the jungle. I was very impressed with the abilities of these huge animals, definitely a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;1015hours: The pick up got us to another location where we learnt how to cook Thai curry and the way they pronounce curry, really made me wanna laugh... "Khoo Rii..."&lt;br /&gt;After curry making session, we had some entertainment with a very naughty little monkey, it was pretty lazy in picking those coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;1100hours: Got to the last location of the trip, a view of the tallest waterfall in Samui. Not far from the waterfall, elephants can be seen crossing the small river, a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;1300hours: Had lunch at a small restaurant, the food was once again very delicious but somehow it wasn't completely Thai style, it seemed to be specially cooked to cater for the white customers. &lt;br /&gt;1400hours: Went shopping, which we didn't buy a single thing, things there had low quality with high prices, not quite a shopping paradise. After which we headed back to our hotel to change for a swim at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;2000hours: Reached a very new bar called "Bar Ice", it is kept at 7 degrees celcius inside but it has an entrance fee of close to S$40, such a knock off, so we decided to head back to the same restaurant we had our supper the other day.&lt;br /&gt;2200hours: Strolled around Chaweng road and realized that the groceries were way cheaper than S'pore so Mummy got a whole load of them.&lt;br /&gt;2130hours: My dad was at a bar called "Solo Bar" waiting for us, he was lazy to shop around so he sat there to drink. Met him there to have a drink of Tiger since they didn't have Erdinger, what a shame. The bar was filled with white ladies, some were dancing to the music, very awkward to be in such a place with my dad but oh well, it was cool...&lt;br /&gt;0000hours: Got back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;0715hours: A van came to pick us up to send us to the jetty where the boat will bring us to Koh Tao, the diving paradise. In the van, once again, filled with white people. &lt;br /&gt;0815hours: Boarded the huge air-conditioned, leather seated, equipped with television boat. The boat started to show the movie "Alvin &amp; The Chipmunks", good thing I haven't caught it so I had a straight 2 hours of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;1000hours: Reached our destination and headed straight for the "easy divers" shop on that island. The place had 3 small islands joined together by a man made sand path which from far really made people look as if they were walking on water. The scenery was stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1040hours: After packing our diving equipments, we brought them to the little dive boat and headed out to the open waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1053hours: Daddy and I followed the Dive Master down into the water.&lt;br /&gt;(Daddy was a commercial diver in the past so diving to him was really, chicken feet. However I on the other hand am still quite new to this 'sport')&lt;br /&gt;4 people followed the dive master, my dad and I with two other white guys, one of them particularly fat.&lt;br /&gt;As we descended down, the way they went down was totally different from what I had learnt. From my experience, leisure divers descend with their legs going down first but this time, everyone went down head first, finning quickly to the sea bed. I had to equalize much more and faster to keep up with the pressure change. Soon we were all at the bottom, 18 metres below the surface. Then the dive master led us through a 'cave', quite scary for me as I had never done anything like it before. The aquatic life in there was many times more than Tioman but the condition of the corals and water were very much similar, I expected more colour but as commercialised Samui is, most of the corals were destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130hours: Got out of the water after 37 minutes of awesome bottom time with a maximum depth of 18.5 metres, breaking my past record of 17 metres. Took out my mask on the surface and that was when my dad told me, "Malcolm, are you ok? You're bleeding from your nose." &lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I saw a damn beautiful mermaid underwater.&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Nothing of such sort, after realizing that I was soaking in a mask of blood, I found that my left ear was deaf, literally. &lt;br /&gt;I got so freaking scared then I told my dad, he said it was ok but I still didn't believe him, I was in a state of shock, didn't say a word till I had all my equipments packed properly.&lt;br /&gt;The dive master, as usual, a white guy, gave me a glass of warm water and told me to tilt my head and pour them into my left ear before rocking my head to the left for the water to clear. After doing that a few times, my ear was slightly better but I was feeling a little drunk and my bleeding hadn't really stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200hours: Got back to Koh Tao for lunch, with cats that would sneak up right beside you to wait for you to give them food, really adorable. My ear was much better, guess it was the view at the restaurant, new arrivals of hotties, korean and hong kong ladies were there having lunch as well. &lt;br /&gt;1300hours: Went to explore the beautiful islands.&lt;br /&gt;1530hours: Got on board the boat to head back to Samui, this time they showed the movie that I always wanted to watch, but never did expect myself watching it in a small screened noisy environment, the movie, "WANTED". &lt;br /&gt;1800hours: Arrived back at Chaweng Road where we strolled through the 'expensive district' while my dad had his padicure... hmm... -_-&lt;br /&gt;2000hours: The massage lady gave my dad the address of this Thai restaurant which my dad requested, emphasizing that the food be as original as possible. The restaurant was pretty far away from Chaweng but when we reached there, the trip was definitely worth it. The food served was simply awesome, can't find such taste even in Singapore's Golden Mile Complex, the best was the Tom Yum Goong, it was so spicy it could seriously knock you backwards. &lt;br /&gt;2115hours: Got back to Chaweng where we went to find a pair of Reef sandals for my dad but the price here is surprisingly more expensive than in Singapore! Oh well, so I went to get myself a bottle of Erdinger and brought it back to the hotel to drink while I watched "Employee of the Month". &lt;br /&gt;2330hours: Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;0800hours: Woke up, ate the very boring and lousy breafast and headed to the beach for an unexpectedly long sun tan... Ooo the view, yea the view was Aww... wait for it... wait for it... SOME!!&lt;br /&gt;1200hours: Went for lunch and got myself a waterproof bag, mainly for diving.&lt;br /&gt;1415hours: Check out.&lt;br /&gt;1500hours: Check in. At the airport. First time ever, in an un-airconditioned airport.&lt;br /&gt;1640hours: Lift off baby...&lt;br /&gt;1930hours(S'pore time): Touch down in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF KOH SAMUI TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, PREPARE FOR KL TRIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1278513359825674954?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1278513359825674954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1278513359825674954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/12/koh-samui.html' title='Koh Samui'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3314249454916957933</id><published>2008-12-14T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:16:14.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Yacht Club</title><content type='html'>8pm (13/12/08) - Arrived at Singapore Yacht club with Mummy and Daddy. It has been more than 8 years since I last stepped into this place, the last time I was in here, I was fishing with my old buddy Enoch. Well, this time round I'm here to really survey and make judgements of the place cause my Dad is fishing for another club to join. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance was... well, average, no security guards greeting you, no pretty desk receptionists, no red carpet. All they had at the entrance was a short skirt Santa Claus girl. Then we strolled around the club, they had 2 restaurants, seriously, 2 only?? Plus, one has air-con while the other doesn't. Alright there's a good point coming up, beside the restaurants is a vast parking lot for Yachts and boats, quite a nice scenery to have while eating, but it gives one a feeling, "I should really get a yacht." Then as you turn 10 degrees away from the yachts and look further into the horizon, you see three massive metal 'legs' towering into the sky, a huge oil rig. That place is PPL which belongs to Sembawang Corp. and as I am in that particular industry, coming here to relax isn't really relaxing when you still can see your work. It took us less than 15 minutes to stroll around the entire club, its that small! Actually it isn't, 70% of the space was given to parking those Yachts. Then they have recreational stuff like a swimming pool (which only serves for children), a jack-pot room (which is rather small) and a gym (that is seriously hopeless). In short, the place is so much lousier than my current Singapore Swimming Club but my Dad who has been here quite a few times wasn't disappointed with my cold practical comments, he said, "Wait, you'll see why..." He then brought me up to the bar, the only bar in the entire complex, and that is where I found his meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar had two beer ladies, one was from China and the other, after introductions, got to know that she is the same age as me and is studying in Shatec. I had no idea she was the same age as me, didn't know 18 year olds would dress up like that... Ooo damn she was hot... Dad then ordered Tiger once again, and we started playing pool at their very old pool table while waiting for Dad's friends. Soon, my Dad's friends Wayne and Shafi arrived and so did more customers. The atmosphere of the bar was one word, "FRIENDLY". I mean seriously, the last few bars that I went, nobody gives a damn about you till you approach them, but here, they approach you as if you've known them for years. As time passed by, I realized I've made a new friend, his name is Aaron, 17 years old and a bloody prodigy of pool. His pool skills are unbelievably good, never seen such skills before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyMLsyWdzI/AAAAAAAABOI/QYvc8PxOZ7U/s1600-h/IMG_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyMLsyWdzI/AAAAAAAABOI/QYvc8PxOZ7U/s320/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750595627546418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11pm, more customers came in and the live band started singing more songs. Their voices are so much better compared to Swimming Club's singers. The two ladies singing seem to know my Dad quite well, one even gave her email to him for him to send the song requested to her.. Damn... he must have had skills to pick up girls when he was young. I was getting kind of bored, wasn't even feeling tipsy after drinking down tiger like water, so I ordered an "All American" to try out what Charlie Sheen always drinks, "Bourbon". After only half a glass, my face was cherry red. The beer lady even laughed at me... uggh... damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyNUH1c1mI/AAAAAAAABOY/LvIZlt9Hi_s/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyNUH1c1mI/AAAAAAAABOY/LvIZlt9Hi_s/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751839838885474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyNTxn-ztI/AAAAAAAABOQ/SJk6QWi7m10/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyNTxn-ztI/AAAAAAAABOQ/SJk6QWi7m10/s320/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751833876811474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm - Left the bar and headed for home, one hell of a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3314249454916957933?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3314249454916957933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3314249454916957933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-yacht-club.html' title='Singapore Yacht Club'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SUyMLsyWdzI/AAAAAAAABOI/QYvc8PxOZ7U/s72-c/IMG_0185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4407863917008873798</id><published>2008-12-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Genevieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Genevieve!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly sorry, I had no idea that you did such a nice tribute for me on your blog! Saw it about a week ago and I'm really sorry that I didn't say another thank you to you... Well, I guess I shall make use of this opportunity to amend my mistake and write you a "Birthday post" as well!&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, can't quite remember the last time we talked, was it Nov 18 or 19? Ah doesn't matter, life's been busy with all the common tests and your projects...&lt;br /&gt;Haha Lil-Genny turning 18, which reminds me, we should really go hang out after I get back from Thailand and maybe Malaysia as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4407863917008873798?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4407863917008873798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4407863917008873798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-genevieve.html' title='Happy Birthday Genevieve'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4905634769717110303</id><published>2008-12-06T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:55:28.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry's</title><content type='html'>Discovered something on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Quantum of Solace? If you did, this technology might be very familiar to you.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zxk_WywMTzc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00pm 5/12/08 - Walked to Harry's with my parents, dad ordered 3 glasses of Tiger, each cost a whooping $15. Okay, maybe this price might be fine with you but I've never had such expensive Tiger before. Alright, it might be said to be reasonable since one glass consists of 3 cans of Tiger and each can is approximately $5. Then after finishing my first glass, I was good, no redness at all! Then he ordered another glass for me! &amp; this time, my face flushed like a rose. Oooh damn, 6 cans before common tests? God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4905634769717110303?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4905634769717110303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4905634769717110303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/12/harrys.html' title='Harry&apos;s'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3147897633502463131</id><published>2008-11-30T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:11:23.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1TB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/STOpLZAEmcI/AAAAAAAABN4/mTlsYvnvEc4/s1600-h/30112008144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/STOpLZAEmcI/AAAAAAAABN4/mTlsYvnvEc4/s320/30112008144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274745601735825858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought MAXTOR Basics 1TB at $179 at Singapore EXPO.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen such a crowd before, it was way more packed than Suntec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3147897633502463131?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3147897633502463131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3147897633502463131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/11/1tb.html' title='1TB'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/STOpLZAEmcI/AAAAAAAABN4/mTlsYvnvEc4/s72-c/30112008144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4625701643345163330</id><published>2008-11-26T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:14:40.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inagiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/STOqfZh9jdI/AAAAAAAABOA/I1SoNoNgSug/s1600-h/26112008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/STOqfZh9jdI/AAAAAAAABOA/I1SoNoNgSug/s320/26112008141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274747044986981842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000hours: Went to Inagiku (Japanese restaurant) at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event: Family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review: A whole new concept to Japanese dining, the food was little but awesome, the ambiance was almost quiet, very peaceful indeed. Had an exquisite beef which was said to be something very similar to the Kobe, each slice (merely the length of your last finger) cost 10 bucks. The presentation of the sashimis were beautiful, cooking of the beef was done right in front of you over a hot stone. Simply the upper class societal experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4625701643345163330?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4625701643345163330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4625701643345163330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/11/inagiku.html' title='Inagiku'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/STOqfZh9jdI/AAAAAAAABOA/I1SoNoNgSug/s72-c/26112008141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4491317456393841426</id><published>2008-11-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:09:49.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purchasing Spree</title><content type='html'>22/11/08&lt;br /&gt;1st Purchase at Tang's Hour Glass Shop - Tag Heuer F1 Series Watch - S$1650&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SSlwyMA19JI/AAAAAAAABNw/d-lzPuixL9U/s1600-h/23112008139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SSlwyMA19JI/AAAAAAAABNw/d-lzPuixL9U/s320/23112008139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271868846334407826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Purchase at Plaza Singapura's Flash N Splash - Reef Grey Fanning II Sandals - S$64&lt;br /&gt;23/11/08&lt;br /&gt;3rd Purchase at Queensway Shopping Mall - Addidas Training Shoe - S$80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"utterly broke right now..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4491317456393841426?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4491317456393841426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4491317456393841426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/11/purchasing-spree.html' title='Purchasing Spree'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SSlwyMA19JI/AAAAAAAABNw/d-lzPuixL9U/s72-c/23112008139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5960039832556412957</id><published>2008-11-17T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:11:03.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24: Redemption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack is back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5960039832556412957?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5960039832556412957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5960039832556412957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/11/24-redemption.html' title='24 Redemption'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4534251489885494647</id><published>2008-11-16T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:58:34.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I'll look down, and whisper "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen.Book.1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4534251489885494647?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4534251489885494647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4534251489885494647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/11/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3832907399691767834</id><published>2008-11-04T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:54:10.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter 304</title><content type='html'>Most actors toil in obscurity,&lt;br /&gt;never stepping into the spotlight,&lt;br /&gt;but if you hone your craft,&lt;br /&gt;work diligently,&lt;br /&gt;you might just find yourself cast in a role...&lt;br /&gt;of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEXTER 304.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3832907399691767834?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3832907399691767834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3832907399691767834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/11/dexter-304.html' title='Dexter 304'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-87876217422880941</id><published>2008-10-20T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:42:12.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PADI: Open Water Diving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PADI: Open Water Diving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies: Norman, Nicholas, Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise (can't remember their Chinese names)&lt;br /&gt;13/10/08 @ 7pm - Had our first theory lesson and realized that all of us were ex Fairsians! Certainly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/10/08 @ 6.15pm - Had our first pool lesson on the usage of scuba equipments, our first ever breath underwater. The feeling was awesome even in a two metres deep pool. Our instructor Rafi, he is one hell of a funny guy and taught us really well. After the lesson, it was rather exhausting but somehow I went home feeling high, couldn't sleep! So I started playing Quantum of Solace's Demo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/10/08 - Theory test will be held at 7pm and I spent my entire day trying to mug during lessons. Well, good thing the test wasn't difficult and we all scored with flying colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/10/08 @ 6.15pm - Our second pool training, this time we were much better in everything, setting up our tanks and gears were easy and we started having fun under water, making stupid hand signals and commenting on lady swimmers swimming above us. I must say diving isn't much of a sport but more of a therapeutic exercises to distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/10/08 @ 7.45pm - Left the Dive Company and brought our bags into the vans. At the exact same car park where the vans were, we witnessed passengers from two vehicles arguing over a parking lot, debating about who it should belong to. It was quite a funny sight as one was a blond middle aged man and the other party was a boyish chinese lady. In the end the blond was threatened by the chinese calling the police and left hurriedly. Somehow I felt that we were pretty lucky to catch such a dramatic commotion even before leaving Singapore. In Malaysia, the driver somehow became Lewis Hamilton, his speed was insanely fast and he doesn't seem to bother about breaking at sharp turns! So it was very difficult to sleep in the van, we spent most of our time staring at the road up ahead, 'praying' nothing would go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ approximately 9+pm - We reached this little food village where we settled to have food and drinks, the three of us had Ramli Burgers which were nice but unhealthy. Then Rafi treated us each with a can of Carlsberg, Nicholas drank it up like water, beating all the adults seating in the same table. After which we continued our journey to Mersing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ approximately 12am - Checked into the mersing hotel, the three of us were sharing the room with a British whose name is Nathan. The four of us went out with the instructors to a nearby coffee shop for more beers and once again, Carlsberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 1.30am - Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/10/08 @ 5.30am - This time, it was our wake up call. You might think that the hotel guy would call your room right? No, not in this hotel called the "Sweet Hotel", they would go to your room's door and knock so damn loud. Nathan went like, "I wonder what the phone is used for in a wake up call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 7.30am - We boarded the ferry to Tioman island or rather Paya Tioman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 9.30am - Arrived at Tioman, my very first time there and the view was spectacular, reminded me of the TV show LOST. The mountains on the island were entirely filled with green, clouds danced lowly around their peaks, the beach seemed untouched by humans and the water, so sparklingly clear. An absolute paradise.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrxFMtyyI/AAAAAAAABNo/unQpSUe95Cw/s1600-h/19102008120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrxFMtyyI/AAAAAAAABNo/unQpSUe95Cw/s320/19102008120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260745068187077410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrwh5UM5I/AAAAAAAABNg/J8kqB42Hews/s1600-h/19102008119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrwh5UM5I/AAAAAAAABNg/J8kqB42Hews/s320/19102008119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260745058710467474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 9.45am - Had our breakfast then headed to check into our rooms before gathering to get our diving equipments. Had a briefing before going on board the boat which brought us to the other side of the island called Tomok where we, the uncertified divers would do our skills for Rafi to see. We descended to a depth of 7 metres for 50 minutes, we had our first hand experience having fishes swimming by our sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11.15am - Reached back ashore for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 1pm - Formed a human line at the jetty stairs where we carried tanks down into the boat, quite tiresome indeed. After which we headed to Salang Reef for our second dive, also our last showcase of skills to Rafi before our leisure dives. Got to 9 metres and lasted 27 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 4.53pm - Our first leisure dive at Renggis, 10 metres in depth and we lasted for 49 minutes, I almost landed on a sea urchin, good thing I reacted quickly. It is amazing how fast you can descend. Managed to touch a huge turtle but Nicholas chased it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 6.30pm - Went to our rooms to bath and change before having buffet dinner which was pretty good except most of the fruits were taken. After dinner we went to watch soccer which I wasn't a big fan of, seriously, I do agree with those ladies saying, "Whats so nice about watching men chasing a single ball." So instead of watching, I joined Brad and Tom in a game of Poker, then had fun playing with a flying fox.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrv3vM_FI/AAAAAAAABNY/PVwitmYiWJQ/s1600-h/18102008118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrv3vM_FI/AAAAAAAABNY/PVwitmYiWJQ/s320/18102008118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260745047393762386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrvon0ucI/AAAAAAAABNQ/nnuUp8fJpaU/s1600-h/18102008117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrvon0ucI/AAAAAAAABNQ/nnuUp8fJpaU/s320/18102008117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260745043336280514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rafi joined us in Poker later before teaching us a new concept of game called the "Asshole Poker" which was quite stupid but very fun if you play it crazily. Two lady divers joined in later which made the game ever more challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11pm - I turned around to find Norman but his brother told me he had gone to bed already, itching for some alcohol, I persuaded Nicholas to have some with me. He got himself a Gin Tonic while I got a Johnny Walker Black Label. The bar tender was insanely generous, I asked for a shot and he poured half a glass for me before adding ice! Well after finishing everything, I was feeling overheated on my face and I knew I was looking like Iron Man. Stood up, walked to the bar and paid then headed straight back for my room. Walking felt like floating and it was quite hard to keep my balance, but the worst part comes at this moment when I started turning the knob of the room's door and it won't open. Nicholas told me earlier that Norman didn't lock the room but why is it locked now? So I started knocking the door profusely till the door open and I was greeted with a lady in her night gown. I was so damn embarrassed for going into the wrong room and waking those people in it. So I walked away, stood there for awhile and started to think deeply, which on earth is my bloody room?? So I took a gamble, I turned the knob of that particular door and it opened, thank god Norman was sleeping in there. Climbed up the bed and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/10/2008 @ 7.30am - Had breakfast then went to the jetty where we once again unloaded the tanks into the boat. My back muscles were aching already but it was good, hadn't done much exercise for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 9.50am - The boat brought us to Che Beh, a place quite very far from Tioman but the long wait was worth it. For the past few dives, my mask kept fogging up so this time I spit a whole load of saliva into the mask and didn't use water to wash it off, surprisingly I didn't have to clear my mask due to fogginess for the entire dive. We descended to 17 metres, the corals, fishes and sceneries were so much better. Rafi got hold of a puffer fish and purposely got it to puff up, I saw a underwater snail that looked like a green dragon in Mulan. The dive lasted 44 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11.31am - Reached another dive site where we stripped off our wet suits to have our graduation dive. Location was at Soyak, the place seemed scarier, dark and unfriendly. We reached a depth of 16 metres, everything was as beautiful as the other dive sites but at the end of the dive, Rafi and I saw a school of Barracudas just metres below us swimming quickly away, it was a scary and magnificient sight. Total dive time lasted 42 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 1pm - Had our lunch and packed our bags before heading to the jetty to wait for the ferry. We waited for 2 hours before the ferry came and it was packed with Caucasians. As we were about to reach Mersing, the ferry stopped in the middle of nowhere. Two small boats started circling our ferry. I told Norman it was security check and he was so happy as he had never seen one before... then we realized that it wasn't police, so we started guessing who they were, I even made a guess that they were pirates. Then after awhile we saw Rafi taking his bag and moving to the fore end of the ship so we followed, no instructions were given to us, we were like silent followers, everyone's mood was stagnant, felt as if a tragedy was going on. We left the ferry and hopped onto a smaller boat before being ferried to shore. On the way there did we then realized that the transfer of boats was because of the low tide, the larger ferry couldn't access the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 6.30pm - Had our dinner at Mersing before taking the same van back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 12.00am - Arrived at my house's door step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-87876217422880941?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/87876217422880941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/87876217422880941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/10/padi-open-water-diving.html' title='PADI: Open Water Diving'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SQHrxFMtyyI/AAAAAAAABNo/unQpSUe95Cw/s72-c/19102008120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5618307232410886465</id><published>2008-10-09T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:02:47.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHANGI CHALET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;7/10/2008&lt;br /&gt;Location: Aloha Chalet Resort near Changi Village&lt;br /&gt;Events occurred: &lt;br /&gt;- Rent Bicycles&lt;br /&gt;- Played PS2 &lt;br /&gt;- Bryan and I went to search for Old Changi Hospital&lt;br /&gt;- Found OCH and went in. The place is torn apart, as if people were ripping the place apart. Broken glass pieces from the windows were everywhere; it was terribly dark at some places even during day time, good thing we brought our torch lights along. We went up to the third floor where the famous medical ward stood. According to Bryan, previous thrill seekers speak of the place having the smell of medicine in the night. As haunted as it seemed, in practical terms, the place was the best hideout for drug abuse convicts. The entire place was covered with graffiti, words saying like “Do not enter”, “Beware, at your own risk”, sexual comments, “Trade mark signatures” and devilish faces. &lt;br /&gt;- Ate KFC&lt;br /&gt;- Went to explore the view at the beach and discovered a smaller road by the beach which had spectacular sunset views. After that I became a tour guide for three times, bringing guys to that trail.&lt;br /&gt;- Played PS2&lt;br /&gt;- Went for supper and at the same time, took a good look at Changi’s beautiful transvestites. Bryan was crazy enough to ask how much they cost.&lt;br /&gt;- 4 of us crossed a bridge to the other side of Changi Village where we then cycled all the way to an unknown park beside Changi Airport then cycled back again.&lt;br /&gt;- 2am, most of us went up to explore the abandoned hospital, our plan of exploring the other section where there were 5 storey didn’t succeed as their main reason was that it was dangerous due to the glass fragments on the floor (we were all wearing slippers) and only 3 of us had torch lights. The second main reason was that they were scared. Well, everyone has a different limit to their fears so we only strolled around the first floor of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;- After the thrills, 3 stayed in chalet to sleep while the rest went for an unplanned and unexpected night cycling trip. We cycled from Changi Village all the way to East Coast Park and back again. The trip was quite tiring but extremely demoralizing, the highway beside the airport was gruesomely long and straight, seemed like a never ending stretch. Somehow we made it back in one peace except Poh Han who had to lose his shirt and ride back half naked as an ants nest dropped directly on him. We reached the chalet at exactly 6am of 8/10/2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;Events occurred:&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 10am, rushed to return the bicycles and had breakfast at Changi Village.&lt;br /&gt;- Played PS2 and Mah Jong&lt;br /&gt;- 4pm, Bryan, Wei Min and I went to explore the hospital once more. When we reached the steps leading up to the hospital, it started raining. The entire ambience of the place changed, temperature started dropping, the splatter of rain water started filling your ears and the place grew darker every minute. We went up to stroll around the medical block before going up to higher levels. As we went to one of the levels, I heard the screams of a teenage girl, definitely not the scream of a supernatural being. I quickened my steps to the source and found a group of teenagers exploring as well, 2 girls and 2 guys. They were about to leave the place, probably because of the weather. We then continued to the second section of the hospital where we had never been before. There was this corridor linking section 1 to 2 and it was certainly creepy. Section 2 I must say is very much darker than section 1. Graffiti was scarce around section 2 and that certainly gave Wei Min the shivers as lesser graffiti meant lesser tourists and he hated to think of the reason to that. Well we did manage to explore 95% of section 2 and that particular 5%, its precaution well taken. &lt;br /&gt;- Played PS2 and Poker Cards&lt;br /&gt;- Started the BBQ together with Jeremy and Si Ni.&lt;br /&gt;- Played PS2 and Poker Cards&lt;br /&gt;- Walked to Changi Village for Supper&lt;br /&gt;- Played PS2 and Poker Cards while drinking Bacardi.&lt;br /&gt;- Lights out at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Events occurred:&lt;br /&gt;- Woke up at 9am, started packing things before leaving at around 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;- Got into a cab and headed to Yishun for a Dota game, sadly the place was filled with people so we ended up having lunch at a nearby coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;- After which, time for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SPB5jahZqpI/AAAAAAAABNI/JOGOsRAJP2Y/s1600-h/08102008116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SPB5jahZqpI/AAAAAAAABNI/JOGOsRAJP2Y/s320/08102008116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255834414463167122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5618307232410886465?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5618307232410886465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5618307232410886465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/10/changi-chalet.html' title='Changi Chalet'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SPB5jahZqpI/AAAAAAAABNI/JOGOsRAJP2Y/s72-c/08102008116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4335916828258873503</id><published>2008-10-04T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:28:25.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day after I.A</title><content type='html'>Caught Heroes 301 today, then I realized that I had quite very much forgotten some parts of Heroes, then I went back to watch 211, indeed it was refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;After which, I watched Heroes 302, Fringe 102, Chuck 201, Six Feet Under 108, Pushing Daisies 201.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I wouldn't watch so many shows in a day, but as you can see for my absence from the media world for 6 weeks, this ought to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hell of a ride parked outside my gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SOdgKMYZJ0I/AAAAAAAABNA/hquze5W3dN8/s1600-h/01102008115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SOdgKMYZJ0I/AAAAAAAABNA/hquze5W3dN8/s320/01102008115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253273218589468482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4335916828258873503?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4335916828258873503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4335916828258873503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-after-ia.html' title='The Day after I.A'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SOdgKMYZJ0I/AAAAAAAABNA/hquze5W3dN8/s72-c/01102008115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-333274716596156792</id><published>2008-09-16T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:32:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sumptuous meal in JSL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sumptuous meal in Seadrill Rig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(beef, pork chop, lamb chop, salad, ice cream, juice, coffee etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_Qf3IVJmI/AAAAAAAAA10/coWVx5PHAJs/s1600-h/16092008106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_Qf3IVJmI/AAAAAAAAA10/coWVx5PHAJs/s320/16092008106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641336703329890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_QgP2bosI/AAAAAAAAA18/MHh3YwELP-M/s1600-h/16092008107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_QgP2bosI/AAAAAAAAA18/MHh3YwELP-M/s320/16092008107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641343339143874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_QgU8HztI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6E4q08FGhiM/s1600-h/16092008108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_QgU8HztI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6E4q08FGhiM/s320/16092008108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246641344705187538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-333274716596156792?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/333274716596156792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/333274716596156792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/09/sumptuous-meal-in-jsl.html' title='sumptuous meal in JSL'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SM_Qf3IVJmI/AAAAAAAAA10/coWVx5PHAJs/s72-c/16092008106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2928852473612630184</id><published>2008-09-12T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:13:22.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Lunch at JSL</title><content type='html'>Today, we were supposed to be playing DOTA all morning but we got 'chased' out of the room when the engineers needed it for a safety meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Got out of the office and strolled to the girl's work place before finding ourselves strolling towards West Taurus (Seadrill Rig). &lt;br /&gt;Our main purpose was to get free coffee but at the coffee station, there were lots of people which made us uneasy about the stealing of coffee. So we went to the canteen to take a look, there weren't anyone there, I took a gamble and asked the kitchen man if we could eat, guess what... he gave me a thumbs up! I was absurdly famish, I went straight for the ice cream which the 2 other friends of mine joined me. After ice cream, we had orange juice, biscuits and another round of ice cream. Oh wait, we even had a huge bowl of delicious salad. As we were about to leave, 11am, the Norwegeans started coming in for their lunch and we found out that they were served with beef, chicken cutlets, pork etc... We were definitely drooling, decided to go back on Monday for another treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2928852473612630184?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2928852473612630184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2928852473612630184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-lunch-at-jsl.html' title='Free Lunch at JSL'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3032093849895997679</id><published>2008-09-10T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:12:12.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding of dock at Jurong Shipyard</title><content type='html'>For some reason, it got me thinking this morning while talking to Hosea in the bus, "This life of mine currently, is quite very similar to Grey's Anatomy except there isn't the SEX."&lt;br /&gt;Life today seemed like a routine of yesterday except I went into the cargo oil tank today and once again, something dangerously fun happened. I was in that dark smelly 5 storey tank for half an hour watching the workers do the scaffolds until a safety officer on the deck called everyone up. Climbing up the ladders were so much harder this time, as if I was about to suffocate anytime. When I got out of the man hole, I was greeted by a British. He stared at me for awhile and said, "Morning!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea Morning!"&lt;br /&gt;"How do you stand it in there? So hot and smelly with no air flow! Fucking no air!"&lt;br /&gt;"I think its quite fun..."&lt;br /&gt;He then walks away shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;I was having a big question mark above my head then... until I realized that they didn't turn on the ventilation system, I could've died below due to lack of oxygen... and that was so damn cool!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MANHOLE TO ENTER THE CARGO OIL TANK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3OyFqfDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Q5JhbX-HiW0/s1600-h/09092008094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3OyFqfDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Q5JhbX-HiW0/s320/09092008094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244361755687812146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN PULLING ROPES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3PdZDYRI/AAAAAAAAA0s/dGvPEhy2mnk/s1600-h/09092008095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3PdZDYRI/AAAAAAAAA0s/dGvPEhy2mnk/s320/09092008095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244361767311859986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PULLEY SYSTEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3PnVQbsI/AAAAAAAAA00/JzYde1XnlOw/s1600-h/09092008096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3PnVQbsI/AAAAAAAAA00/JzYde1XnlOw/s320/09092008096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244361769980292802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V FOR VENDETTA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3QKLk0mI/AAAAAAAAA08/FHtk6OECspk/s1600-h/10092008097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3QKLk0mI/AAAAAAAAA08/FHtk6OECspk/s320/10092008097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244361779334926946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3QjD41zI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1Ii4Z3Amjhw/s1600-h/10092008099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3QjD41zI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1Ii4Z3Amjhw/s320/10092008099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244361786013570866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLOODING OF PACIFIC VIRGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe49qTVGhI/AAAAAAAAA1M/o9M11_PZeTQ/s1600-h/10092008100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe49qTVGhI/AAAAAAAAA1M/o9M11_PZeTQ/s320/10092008100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244363660563126802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PACIFIC VIRGO LEAVING DRYDOCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe492Y6j2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/1hVrGAM2uE4/s1600-h/10092008101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe492Y6j2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/1hVrGAM2uE4/s320/10092008101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244363663807778658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3032093849895997679?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3032093849895997679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3032093849895997679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/09/flooding-of-dock-at-jurong-shipyard.html' title='Flooding of dock at Jurong Shipyard'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SMe3OyFqfDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Q5JhbX-HiW0/s72-c/09092008094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-327062639529082809</id><published>2008-09-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:32:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSCC 2 Jurong Shipyard</title><content type='html'>Today Gopi found me in the meeting room just when I was about to take my morning nap.&lt;br /&gt;He got me out of the office and down to the Angola's meeting point where I had to do the morning stretching with all the Indian workers. It was quite a funny sight though, having people older than me doing weird movements. &lt;br /&gt;Gopi treated the workers like little kids, asked them to sit down in rows of four and they were so obedient and quiet. After seeing the morning briefing, which really made me feel like commanding a few workers, we went up to Angola. I followed him around the forward end of the ship checking on the scaffolding equipment and materials. After which we headed to the VSCC meeting, my second time to that meeting. This time, the entire meeting room was filled and the PM in the meeting was different from the last time's. It was a half an hour meeting that felt like an hour, the ambiance was so cold and dry that even a yawn can get everyone staring at you. After the meeting, Gopi didn't leave the room, he carried on discussing a topic with the safety officers. The topic was on a pulley system and the discussion slowly turned into an argument. I was like, "SERIOUSLY??? Hello??? Grow up???" I have never seen men argue over the safety of a pulley system so very rigorously.&lt;br /&gt;After the commotion ended, Gopi brought me along to inspect the worker's progress in doing the in-tank scaffolding, good thing I need not go back into the 'sewer'. While I was doing my eye work, a British beside me said this to Gopi, "This is not good at all, am I talking to my fucking self? No one is listening to me, their not even wearing glasses!" I thought, 'hey, stop being a whiny little white ass and just shut up...'&lt;br /&gt;When lunch was almost up, we went back to the meeting room for some drinks and Johnston (another British) spotted me and asked, "So whose that chap sitting at the back?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lee, Malcolm Lee..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Malcolm X!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... No... its Lee..."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't learn anything from us, its all crap, stick to your books!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, certainly looks good here..."&lt;br /&gt;"Farkya... so where ya from?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ngee Ann Poly... I'm a student."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... so how old are ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"17."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? A virgin? We've got a virgin in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously... I was absolutely speechless by then... -_-")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-327062639529082809?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/327062639529082809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/327062639529082809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/09/vscc-2-jurong-shipyard.html' title='VSCC 2 Jurong Shipyard'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7878754811050309697</id><published>2008-09-08T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:05:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tank Day in Jurong Shipyard</title><content type='html'>7.30am - Reached the office just on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45am - Had Khai Hung on my left and Wei Jun on my right playing DOTA while I slept in the middle for about 2 hours before I woke up to be entertained by Khai Hung's anime. Seriously, it is very entertaining, especially when certain body parts of females are dramatically enlarged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00am - Went for lunch and I met Gopi while going out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;Gopi: "Why never follow me in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm: "Er... erm... ah I was very tired so I slept there..."&lt;br /&gt;(what a perfect excuse for your superior eh?)&lt;br /&gt;Gopi: "... oh... ok then later after your lunch come fine me..."&lt;br /&gt;Then he stares at me, and smiles smugly. I knew he was up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.30pm - Gopi comes and find me, and as usual, I was sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;"Want to come along?"&lt;br /&gt;"Alright!"&lt;br /&gt;He was already dressed in his harness, mask, gloves, safety glasses and&lt;br /&gt;had two torch lights. I simply took everything except the harness which he&lt;br /&gt;said wasn't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.00pm - He brought me back to Angola, the massive oil tanker which was 5 storey high. Then he said, "I'll bring you inside the tank today, its very dark, take this torch light and... be careful." We put on our masks, and he went into the manhole first, then it was my turn. I looked into that huge manhole, there was a ladder leading down to a little platform below and beyond that, total darkness. As I crept down the rusty ladder, the stench of crude oil began to fill my nostrils but it was bearable. After landing on the little platform, I couldn't see anything but the distance of my shoes. At that point, I was certainly feeling lost and very lonely till seconds later, Gopi shone his torch at me before I found the next ladder down and realized that I was just another step to falling 5 storeys down into absolute darkness. With no harness, I didn't dare lift my hands off the rails to turn my torch on, one step at a time, I made my way down the gruelling steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.00pm - Gopi brought along his workers to survey the tank on the construction of scaffolds. It has certainly passed half an hour and I wasn't feeling very good in that oil stenched tank filled with dust and probably harmful gases. The place was huge but extremely hot, I was perspiring like I had just gone for a sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.30pm - Finally Gopi brought me out and the way up wasn't any easier either. The first few ladders were chicken feet but after awhile my breathing somehow got tough, it was the same feeling when I was up at Mount Kinabalu, right at the peak. After I climbed out, I was feeling so very gay, so very high and so very dizzy. I must say, I was overjoyed to even see the sun. The sensation was very similar to a hang over except it didn't last as long. Oh, I witnessed a white man (not sure of his country of origin) saying this to a malay guy, "Today Fuck Fuck day mhm? Fuck Fuck day..."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... no kidding... I didn't know if I should laugh or cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.50pm - Got back to office to change and went to the bus stop to wait for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.15pm - 3 girls and 3 guys working at the shipyard reach the sports complex to play badminton. What does this say about the working life there? &lt;br /&gt;Soon after an hour of playing, it became 4 girls and 4 guys which was quite very fun. The 8 of us played in one court, really made us a big attraction as no one in that place did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.15pm - Changed and head down to Mcdonald's for dinner before heading home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7878754811050309697?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7878754811050309697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7878754811050309697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/09/tank-day-in-jurong-shipyard.html' title='Tank Day in Jurong Shipyard'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7612879711976149450</id><published>2008-09-04T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:34:40.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Gossip Girl 201 and One Tree Hill 601. &lt;br /&gt;I really missed these two shows, especially at this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_aWtCf3aI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4OyyJOs0nAQ/s1600-h/0000048513_20080507175245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_aWtCf3aI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4OyyJOs0nAQ/s320/0000048513_20080507175245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242148574864596386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_aW3CkdqI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bstOq69qW6o/s1600-h/7344xn4ff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_aW3CkdqI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bstOq69qW6o/s320/7344xn4ff4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242148577549252258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might try on two new tv shows, "Samantha Who?" and "90210".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a presentation this morning at 10am, was pretty good. The fact that this university student could spot that particular mess and thought of a way to solve it was quite impressive but I didn't think that the necessity was there. I skipped lunch today, due to the abundance of free cake and puffs from polar in that training room. After which we returned to office for more dota and I tried watching Gossip Girl but almost half way through, Gopi came in! Well certainly it was a surprise, for the very first time he asked if I would like to join him to go on board. I did hesitate a little then as the show was certainly more tempting than an Indian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me onbaord a newly arrived ship called "Pacific Virgo", another massive oil tanker brought in for repairs and a repaint job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fWtb4bDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/idYpsgirww8/s1600-h/04092008086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fWtb4bDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/idYpsgirww8/s320/04092008086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154072529202226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fW8W22qI/AAAAAAAAAzc/nDZtJXTabIo/s1600-h/04092008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fW8W22qI/AAAAAAAAAzc/nDZtJXTabIo/s320/04092008087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154076534659746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fXAQ4API/AAAAAAAAAzk/-75zrsukqck/s1600-h/04092008088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fXAQ4API/AAAAAAAAAzk/-75zrsukqck/s320/04092008088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154077583311090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fXVe_35I/AAAAAAAAAzs/XYKo7IEju5Q/s1600-h/04092008089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fXVe_35I/AAAAAAAAAzs/XYKo7IEju5Q/s320/04092008089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154083279691666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fXx9wypI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ot_zCwVx-K4/s1600-h/04092008091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_fXx9wypI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ot_zCwVx-K4/s320/04092008091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154090924919442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the on board tour, we strolled, really slowly to the main scaffolding office, to slack. One of the chinese engineer was surfing the net there, at first I thought he was researching something till I looked at his screen which stated, "SPEED DATING". He was having video chat with 4 girls!!! How awesome was that!! What a life... He started sharing stories of his life to me, particularly stories of him and his babes. Then after awhile, Gopi's colleague ordered 5 curry puffs for all of the people in that small office, the puffs were huge, three times the size of normal ones! After slacking for more than an hour with a room filled with full time working engineers, Gopi and I hoped onto a lorry and went back to the main office where it was also about time to pack and go home. (what a nice job eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM PICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iThidDHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/UHA2kHJzgcw/s1600-h/02092008081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iThidDHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/UHA2kHJzgcw/s320/02092008081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157316330818674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iTx2tkmI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eQjw9fhkGA0/s1600-h/02092008082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iTx2tkmI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eQjw9fhkGA0/s320/02092008082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157320710754914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iUEgFt5I/AAAAAAAAA0M/nkIP1P8nX-Q/s1600-h/02092008083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iUEgFt5I/AAAAAAAAA0M/nkIP1P8nX-Q/s320/02092008083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157325716141970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iUipNnUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PXgGONuLaV8/s1600-h/02092008084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iUipNnUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PXgGONuLaV8/s320/02092008084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157333807471938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iU31uRZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lnNx9RgBEaA/s1600-h/02092008085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_iU31uRZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lnNx9RgBEaA/s320/02092008085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157339497088402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7612879711976149450?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7612879711976149450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7612879711976149450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-day.html' title='This Day'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SL_aWtCf3aI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4OyyJOs0nAQ/s72-c/0000048513_20080507175245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1114550984329392374</id><published>2008-08-29T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:44:51.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurong Shipyard: Going onboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OnBoard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.50am: &lt;br /&gt;"Gopi, so do I go with you now?"&lt;br /&gt;"... Ok, hmm... Get your harness, come with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am:&lt;br /&gt;Reached the main deck of the Angola (Oil Tanker) after climbing 5 storeys of steps. The view from the top was awesome, standing on a structure that costs at least 1 billion dollars while enjoying the view certainly was very enjoyable. Gopi led me into a T.E.U (twenty foot equivalent unit) for the morning meeting with the Owners (aka the boss of the ship). I sat down together with 8 other people surrounding this very long table, their discussions were all about the day's progress and the problems they encountered. There was a Chinese old man sitting beside the Europeans, he had this very unique character, simply amazing how he leads the meeting, his tone filled with confidence and power, was quite motivating for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00am:&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, Gopi brought me around the ship to inspect on the scaffolds, took us about 15 minutes just to walk from the forward to the aft of the ship and 5 minutes to walk from port side to starboard side, it was indeed a mega structure. This oil tanker came here to get itself converted into a FPSO (Floating-Production-Storage-Offloading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfJnKStmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YnnYPV3MmWQ/s1600-h/29082008073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfJnKStmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YnnYPV3MmWQ/s320/29082008073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972416437007970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfJ9qrIdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9BbjTvolOHs/s1600-h/29082008074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfJ9qrIdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9BbjTvolOHs/s320/29082008074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972422478406098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfKM46ovI/AAAAAAAAAyU/HM_ynFJpSa0/s1600-h/29082008075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfKM46ovI/AAAAAAAAAyU/HM_ynFJpSa0/s320/29082008075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972426564674290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfKeChL7I/AAAAAAAAAyc/GiUI0AnsM-M/s1600-h/29082008076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfKeChL7I/AAAAAAAAAyc/GiUI0AnsM-M/s320/29082008076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972431168352178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm:&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I was slacking back in the office, reading Indecent Proposal till Khai Hung's mentor came and brought us to the Seadrill Oil rig. We took a lift up to the main deck and the place was wet and noisy, ear plugs were a must wear almost everywhere on the rig. It was until they showed me the accommodation section where I discovered a heaven, in hell. When the main door of the accommodation section shut, the noises disappeared and what was left was a long speck less clean corridor, a world very similar to a high class hospital. We spotted a coffee machine with a jug of coffee in it, and as students, we drank it! Felt really good and Khai Hung too 4 sachets back home... Oh, we went to their gym room as well and tried out their equipment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm7XfH-KI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6OA4DiabzFo/s1600-h/29082008077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm7XfH-KI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6OA4DiabzFo/s320/29082008077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239980967804270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm7pLr6BI/AAAAAAAAAys/n88KGb2uDlY/s1600-h/29082008078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm7pLr6BI/AAAAAAAAAys/n88KGb2uDlY/s320/29082008078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239980972554577938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm7mFFXhI/AAAAAAAAAy0/99icB5lgrig/s1600-h/29082008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm7mFFXhI/AAAAAAAAAy0/99icB5lgrig/s320/29082008079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239980971721580050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm8PvpWbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/QZaDTEvMp34/s1600-h/29082008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgm8PvpWbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/QZaDTEvMp34/s320/29082008080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239980982905952690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1114550984329392374?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1114550984329392374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1114550984329392374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/08/jurong-shipyard-going-onboard.html' title='Jurong Shipyard: Going onboard'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SLgfJnKStmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YnnYPV3MmWQ/s72-c/29082008073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6698765225151241970</id><published>2008-08-25T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:25:28.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurong Shipyard Pte Ltd First day at work</title><content type='html'>5am - The worst sound ever starts beeping away, my damn alarm clock. Certainly, very much as usual, I slammed it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30am - Mummy came rushing into my room waking me up, did I then realize that I was about to take a bath, brush my teeth, change, pack my bag and have breakfast in just half an hour. I really hate early mornings like this, though I love the cool air but hey, I'd rather have more sleep. Luckily, I managed to catch my 6.09am bus but the chase didn't end just yet, I still have to catch my friends who would be leaving Boon Lay at 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.35am - Finally reached Boon Lay!! Found my friends already queueing for 249 and the queue was freaking long, so long I just couldn't stop staring. After getting up the bus, I realized how much I missed my 151, the bus that I always take to school. I'd be a spoilt son of a bitch if I were to describe why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm a god damn lazy pig, loath studying, love playing and certainly, hate working. When I stepped out of that bus and looked at JPL, it wasn't very colourful, everyone with the same clothes, same colour, same sex. (excluding the girls from my course) Then as we walked closer to the gate, the place started playing music! Music... which sounded like last night's China national anthem. I thought, 'This place really looks like a communist society.' As we sat in the canteen waiting for the person in charge, the song still amazingly kept playing, then on this very moody Monday morning, I spotted a sexy pretty lady walking in, wearing all black. I never lost sight of her till she went up the stairs, seriously, I thought, in such a place? Well that really did boost my morale just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the P.I.C came and took us to a room where we could really settle down, a siren started and he gave us this look and said, "Lets go out for exercise." I stared at him with my mouth wide open, like what the??? He took us out to the balcony facing the main road where the guards and traffic police were and simply told us this, "Follow the guards." We waited for about 3 minutes then another song starts to play then I see all the workers, including the traffic policemen who were standing in the middle of the road doing stretching, very very gay stretching. I was absolutely shocked at the moment, didn't know if I should laugh or be simply disturbed. I would've used my phone to capture the moment but its a rule to not take pictures and videos in a shipyard, I think that is one of their major reasons as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all those briefings on safety and the shipyard then we hoped onto a lorry(which I have not done in decades) and went to collect our uniform and boots. To think of it, its been forever since I last sat with classmates on a lorry. 11.30am, lunch... Food was very average and yet we still had to pay them ourselves! Then we waited for our division leaders to bring us to our respective areas, the girls had the best job, the office job where they need not wear heavy boots or stinky uniform. Waited for that in charge for more than half an hour, then he points to us the location of his office, it was freaking far, very demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching the office, we settled down in a room and the guy gave us a thick book and told us to browse through it. Really? Seriously? Yea pretty much that, and it was absolutely boring. After awhile he introduced us to Mr. Liu who is the overall in charge of the HP section, then finally, someone not so cheena came in, a university student whose having a 20 over week attachment there whom fully understands my pain. He was very nice, brought us around the place to take a look at rigs and ships and workers using a very dirty toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.15pm - FINISH WORK! This day felt as if it lasted forever, making me wonder about many things, which I think I had the F-Face the whole day. The sensation when I was in the bus about to reach Boon Lay shopping centre was so good, the feeling was just like in sec 2 after Adventure Quest training where we first got a glimpse of civilisation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6698765225151241970?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6698765225151241970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6698765225151241970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/08/jurong-shipyard-pte-ltd-first-day-at.html' title='Jurong Shipyard Pte Ltd First day at work'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3000432155364344829</id><published>2008-08-11T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:52:56.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics 2008 Women's Individual Foil</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Olympics 2008 Women's Individual Foil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just witnessed an extraordinary jaw dropping competition.&lt;br /&gt;The final Gold medal round between Korea and Italy was simply breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;When Maria (the Italian) got a point lower than the Korean and there was only about a minute left, she took that amount of time and scored two more points! The tenacity in her eyes, her skills, absolutely powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3000432155364344829?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3000432155364344829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3000432155364344829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-2008-womens-individual-foil.html' title='Olympics 2008 Women&apos;s Individual Foil'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2946424237356112144</id><published>2008-08-10T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:34:41.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My National Day&lt;br /&gt;without the need to watch NDP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 10am then went with parents to Bukit Timah for a run. Took me 38mins to finish the entire trail, 8 mins more than my sec 3 timing. After the insane sweat out session, went to have prata at Al Ahza's which was very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to Woodlands to visit my Grandmother, my cousin Shawn and his dad were already there having lunch. Sat there for a few hours watching the Beijing Olympics, the girl's beach volleyball was definitely entertaining, china totally owned switzerland's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4.30pm, we headed home, just in time for me to catch the last 15mins of the men's road cycling competition. It was pretty intense but the last 1km sprint was definitely the best of all. The Spanish guy came in first, followed by my favourite Italian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm, headed to Singapore Swimming Club to have dinner with two of my mum's friends. I ordered a steak with chocolate sundae as desert, the taste was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm, went to the bar house and played pool with my dad, and somehow I loved hitting in black balls. Later that night, my aunt and uncle came to join us and I had a chance to play with my uncle, he was pretty good. Well I was satisfied though, at least I didn't lose all night in pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm, Daddy gave me the heads up for my first mug of Tiger beer. The taste was bitter, but somehow satisfying. Genevieve entertained me via messages most of the night, hope she gets well from her sickness. 11.30pm, my second mug, and after I was done with that, my face was as red as a cherry and my dad kept saying that I suck at drinking... Hey man, I'm 17, what ya expect??? But I really did enjoy the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2946424237356112144?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2946424237356112144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2946424237356112144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7436947414805895438</id><published>2008-07-27T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:28:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Wayne: What about getting back into the plane? &lt;br /&gt;Lucius Fox: I would recommend you find a good travel agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Lets put a smile on that face! And..... here we GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: "You look nervous. Is it the scars? You wana know how I got 'em? Come here. Look at me. So I had a wife. Beautiful, like you, who tells me I worry to much. Who tells me I ought to smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks? One day they carve her face. We have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just wanna see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars! So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this, to myself. And you know what? SHE CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF ME! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7436947414805895438?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7436947414805895438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7436947414805895438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3340019905622379233</id><published>2008-07-17T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:36:15.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Millar's WANTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SH9mfdwbLPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dg-g1eFKOFs/s1600-h/Mark+Millar%27s+Wanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SH9mfdwbLPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dg-g1eFKOFs/s320/Mark+Millar%27s+Wanted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224006783522778354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't caught the film, but I just finished reading the comic created by Mark Millar. Pretty enticing, graphically intense in many ways, definitely not a comic for "Mr. Sunshine". It is very dark, senseless, insane and out of the world. Comparing it to the Death Note comic book, this scores much better in cruelty, darkness and insanity but story wise, I still prefer Death Note. If you're a fan of comic books, superheroes and feel that the world is just too happy to be true, this comic is meant for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3340019905622379233?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3340019905622379233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3340019905622379233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/07/mark-millars-wanted.html' title='Mark Millar&apos;s WANTED'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SH9mfdwbLPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dg-g1eFKOFs/s72-c/Mark+Millar%27s+Wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8300753110053763134</id><published>2008-07-15T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:34:04.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy off to Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>I guess I can start relating myself to the character Peyton Sawyer in One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy just went to Hong Kong today and she'll be there for a month, Daddy is going off in two days time as well.&lt;br /&gt;But to think of it, why not start a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm getting hooked onto Chinese songs nowadays, and especially in loved with 石欣卉 and being amazed by 王菲.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8300753110053763134?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8300753110053763134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8300753110053763134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/07/mummy-off-to-hong-kong.html' title='Mummy off to Hong Kong'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1250159044010726238</id><published>2008-07-13T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:37:56.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oakley Flak Jacket</title><content type='html'>Caught Hancock with mummy this morning at 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;A very nice movie, great for a family outing, really funny but somehow it lacks a deeper story. It is more of a action comedy for audiences 16 and below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went Marks &amp; Spencer to buy my turkish delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, off to CEDS to finally purchase the Oakley Flak Jacket (transition edition), been waiting for it for a month! The lovely lady called me on Friday and I was so excited! Got it at S$438 and that bloody 7% GST costs S$28!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZuxCiQbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/z4GtmA1RE9o/s1600-h/13072008062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZuxCiQbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/z4GtmA1RE9o/s320/13072008062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444640373981618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZwQZp-9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/OoyotLLpimY/s1600-h/13072008067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZwQZp-9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/OoyotLLpimY/s320/13072008067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444665972325330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZwmdVNaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A3S1xv329vQ/s1600-h/13072008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZwmdVNaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A3S1xv329vQ/s320/13072008068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444671893321122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZw9f3SwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/lAavkngefBQ/s1600-h/13072008070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZw9f3SwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/lAavkngefBQ/s320/13072008070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444678077958914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, gonna go Singapore Swimming Club for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1250159044010726238?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1250159044010726238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1250159044010726238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/07/oakley-flak-jacket.html' title='Oakley Flak Jacket'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SHnZuxCiQbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/z4GtmA1RE9o/s72-c/13072008062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8859271230977552795</id><published>2008-07-03T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:22:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The IMBA reply during fencing</title><content type='html'>Girl fencer: "Do you know that abusing language is very fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, while strolling past her: "Yep, Fuck you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8859271230977552795?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8859271230977552795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8859271230977552795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/07/imba-reply-during-fencing.html' title='The IMBA reply during fencing'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-791503592800319251</id><published>2008-07-02T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:10:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD MEN 101</title><content type='html'>Man: “You find business to be a thrill?”&lt;br /&gt;Lady: “That and… I’ve never been in love…”&lt;br /&gt;Men: “She won’t get married because she’s never been in love. Think I wrote that, just to sell nylons”&lt;br /&gt;Lady: “To a lot of people, love is not just a slogan.”&lt;br /&gt;Man: “What do you mean love? You mean big lightning bolt to the heart and you can’t eat and you can’t work and you… just run off and get married and have babies. The reason you haven’t felt is because it doesn’t exists. What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons. ”&lt;br /&gt;Lady: “Is that right?”&lt;br /&gt;Man: “Pretty sure about it… You born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts but I never forget. I’m living like there’s no tomorrow… because there… isn’t one.”&lt;br /&gt;Lady: “I don’t think I realize until this moment. But it must be hard, being a man to…”&lt;br /&gt;Man: “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad Men 101.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-791503592800319251?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/791503592800319251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/791503592800319251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/07/mad-men-101.html' title='MAD MEN 101'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4012962770091592123</id><published>2008-06-21T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:53:27.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 hours 20 minutes [CLUBBING]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;25 hours 20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/08&lt;br /&gt;0850 hours – Slammed my alarm, laid in my bed thinking about the catwalk, wondering what else I could further improve it or make it more entertaining. I thought about the songs, then the song “Stripper” by the Soho dolls seemed to play constantly in my head. As it states, stripper, which is certainly very entertaining, I focused my mind on it and poof! An idea came up! Why not get them to strip a little, just a little… Straight away I informed the models in bringing belts, scarf or cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hours – Started watching Grey’s Anatomy 201&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hours – Discussed cable television plans with grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hours – Packed my bag and printed the fashion show’s sequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hours – Watched Grey’s Anatomy 202 while having my lunch, almost puked while they did their surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1345 hours – Qing Wen called asking for my help in doing the crew’s tags which I end up spending 15 minutes fumbling about wondering how to print name card sized tags. In the end I gave up and changed hurriedly then sped my way to the bus stop to catch bus 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1450 hours – Meeting point for the model’s rehearsal was at the taxi stand of the esplanade before approaching to the roof top terrace. Apparently I, have a very bad street directed head, I thought alighting at Fullerton would be my way to the esplanade. I walked down the double deckered bus to ask the driver if the bus would be passing by that stop and he said nodded, I felt rather pleased with myself until I turned back and saw Sandra, one of the models. I asked her if that was the stop and she said no, it’s the next stop. I thought, alright its fine, I got the stop wrong, good thing she was there if not I’d be walking a few more kilometers. As we got off the bus, I thought ‘ok I’m sure I can lead the way from here…’ till I had no idea where I was. Once again, Mr. Choreographer had to be led by a model to the meeting point, how embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hours – Reached the taxi stand then started waiting for the other models to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hours – 6 models were there, 1 would be arriving a little later and another would be meeting only at 6pm. We went up to the roof top terrace first and set up the equipments. There were 3 camera men (one of which is Isaiah), 7 models and 3 crew members. Once everything was settled, the training began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1710 hours – Packed up and went to Marina Square for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1750 hours – Met up and headed for Boat Quay, Poparazzy. 4 girls took a cab there while the rest, walked all the way there, was quite a scenic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1815 hours – Reached the location where the ladies started putting on their make up while I tried learning the equipments in the DJ’s ‘room’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1920 hours – Did a full dress rehearsal with actual on site lightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950 hours – DJ came in and taught me most of the keys. We did another rehearsal including the MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hours – Crowd starts to come in, tension starts to rise but not for long. Soon tension becomes stress, then fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hours – The time for the actual fashion show. I didn’t give the green light to go as there were only forty over audience in the club, far too little. The crowd consists of mostly friends from our school, what I feared most was loosing money, not the amount of people watching what I had choreographed. Friends started to get restless; there was nothing much going on except people playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hours – Time and patience was running out. I had no choice but to start the show, I called in the crowd into the dance hall and got the models prepped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2150 hours – The show commences. Though I wasn’t the one walking down the runway, my heart was pumping really fast, simply hoping all would go well. Then it comes to the stripper song, first girl went out, Angelia, she unbuckles her belt and sways it to the side, the crowd roared and wooed with horniness. As naughty as it seems, that was the exact response I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2205 hours - The show comes to an end, quite a relief but the audience wasn’t enough. So I asked the models if they still could do another run at 10.30pm, they considered and said they were too tired. 3pm till 10pm with more than 4 rehearsals, I understood them and called it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300 hours – As soon as the show ended, I took a coke + rum + I have no idea what else that lady added and drank it down like water; well I was really thirsty then. After that, I found myself reliving my secondary 2 days with Junyi and Glenys in the indoor stadium, dancing like there was no tomorrow. The feeling was incredible and rather addictive as well. Sadly my male classmates were too shy to join me so I started off with Hasbunnur, Qing Wen, Yani, Angelia, Sandra, Jasmine, camera men, many other people and Safuan who danced with Yani for awhile but was a little too shy to dance later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/06/08&lt;br /&gt;0030 hours – Crowd started to pour in and money was growing constantly, soon my worries were set aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0150 hours – Went back into the dance arena for another sweat out session and found the only girl from my class that went, Vilasini, dancing together with Yani and Yvonne. The room was so hyped up and filled with people that it seemed the place wasn’t air conditioned. Spotted another 2 models, Lixue and Alice. I thought only 3 of them stayed for the party but in fact only 2 left for home, Janice and Sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0230 hours – Ladies started leaving but another crowd was coming in. The new crowd at this hour had really good dancing skills; their movements were so coordinated with the trance song. Simply watching them dance was good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0300 hours – Got the news that we had made a break which means that we didn’t loose a single cent, or rather we made a profit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0300 hours – Left the location with Yvonne’s group and ‘hiked’ all the way to Cineleisure to catch a 4.15am movie, “Don’t Mess With The Zohan”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0600 hours – Movie ended, took a train home and surprisingly it was almost full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0700 hours – Reached the front gate of my home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0820 hours – Finished bathing, got my breakfast and started watching Grey’s Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1010 hours – Woke up to find that the show ended, not even knowing what happened to Alice Grey… With my eyes so worn out, I climbed up into bed and slept…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4012962770091592123?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4012962770091592123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4012962770091592123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/06/25-hours-20-minutes-clubbing.html' title='25 hours 20 minutes [CLUBBING]'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7633405820238383876</id><published>2008-06-17T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:25:20.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show + Monitor</title><content type='html'>Poparazzy&lt;br /&gt;20 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaTvBjiqjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PtndTMver3o/s1600-h/vintageescapaderevised(highres).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaTvBjiqjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PtndTMver3o/s320/vintageescapaderevised(highres).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212516054808570418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaTvsnJdPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HBZ-B7U6rvw/s1600-h/14062008056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaTvsnJdPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HBZ-B7U6rvw/s320/14062008056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212516066366420210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet my 22" Mont.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaR3Rpt0qI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oISVRwHPiwE/s1600-h/16062008058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaR3Rpt0qI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oISVRwHPiwE/s320/16062008058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212513997545132706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the 15"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaR4V4-G8I/AAAAAAAAAxE/THuPRVcFC8Q/s1600-h/17062008060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaR4V4-G8I/AAAAAAAAAxE/THuPRVcFC8Q/s320/17062008060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212514015862725570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7633405820238383876?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7633405820238383876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7633405820238383876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/06/fashion-show-monitor.html' title='Fashion Show + Monitor'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SFaTvBjiqjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PtndTMver3o/s72-c/vintageescapaderevised(highres).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5376147384019435718</id><published>2008-05-14T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:33:06.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics of MOT Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;new pics of MOT Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Night Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd5xorTgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FZ09k72tUv0/s1600-h/P1000813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd5xorTgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FZ09k72tUv0/s320/P1000813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200212704398888450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd6RorThI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Hy8Dvxr94to/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd6RorThI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Hy8Dvxr94to/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200212712988823058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd6horTiI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CUl7cOA47p4/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd6horTiI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CUl7cOA47p4/s320/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200212717283790370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd6xorTjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/e2Q8TfblzMQ/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd6xorTjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/e2Q8TfblzMQ/s320/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200212721578757682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd7BorTkI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Qu0BEFvl-UY/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd7BorTkI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Qu0BEFvl-UY/s320/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200212725873724994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrh8RorTlI/AAAAAAAAAus/QpO8UoASQvM/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrh8RorTlI/AAAAAAAAAus/QpO8UoASQvM/s320/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200217145395072594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrh9BorTmI/AAAAAAAAAu0/no_V5llzcAI/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrh9BorTmI/AAAAAAAAAu0/no_V5llzcAI/s320/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200217158279974498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrh9horTnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cp9iG1o1u_0/s1600-h/DSC03492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrh9horTnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cp9iG1o1u_0/s320/DSC03492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200217166869909106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie and I. (f-ing gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon Boating in Kallang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkKBorToI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gbThZZOYdhY/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkKBorToI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gbThZZOYdhY/s320/DSC03603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200219580641529474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkKRorTpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DrH36VAeqTM/s1600-h/DSC03607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkKRorTpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DrH36VAeqTM/s320/DSC03607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200219584936496786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkKxorTqI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0iSC229-MLw/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkKxorTqI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0iSC229-MLw/s320/DSC03641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200219593526431394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkLBorTrI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pLWI6Sx7ODM/s1600-h/DSC03693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkLBorTrI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pLWI6Sx7ODM/s320/DSC03693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200219597821398706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkLhorTsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/lT3KqaPqUMI/s1600-h/DSC03710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrkLhorTsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/lT3KqaPqUMI/s320/DSC03710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200219606411333314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry1horTtI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AzadZrHf63A/s1600-h/DSC03711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry1horTtI/AAAAAAAAAvs/AzadZrHf63A/s320/DSC03711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200235721128627922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry2RorTuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/dpTr5J9FlFI/s1600-h/DSC03715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry2RorTuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/dpTr5J9FlFI/s320/DSC03715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200235734013529826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry2horTvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zsfiHrSey64/s1600-h/DSC03745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry2horTvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zsfiHrSey64/s320/DSC03745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200235738308497138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry2xorTwI/AAAAAAAAAwE/zZ46RBFHkCw/s1600-h/DSC03746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry2xorTwI/AAAAAAAAAwE/zZ46RBFHkCw/s320/DSC03746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200235742603464450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry3BorTxI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wRuOj0FUrfc/s1600-h/DSC03747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCry3BorTxI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wRuOj0FUrfc/s320/DSC03747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200235746898431762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshjBorTyI/AAAAAAAAAwU/eA_eJGJd8FU/s1600-h/P1000881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshjBorTyI/AAAAAAAAAwU/eA_eJGJd8FU/s320/P1000881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200287080347553570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshjxorTzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/FnWiPdsWBxw/s1600-h/P1000882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshjxorTzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/FnWiPdsWBxw/s320/P1000882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200287093232455474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshkBorT0I/AAAAAAAAAwk/pVBwe1Lv6v4/s1600-h/P1000883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshkBorT0I/AAAAAAAAAwk/pVBwe1Lv6v4/s320/P1000883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200287097527422786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshkhorT1I/AAAAAAAAAws/9b1iUMymsbw/s1600-h/P1000897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshkhorT1I/AAAAAAAAAws/9b1iUMymsbw/s320/P1000897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200287106117357394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshkxorT2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3aCaVoEcaUc/s1600-h/P1000901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCshkxorT2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3aCaVoEcaUc/s320/P1000901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200287110412324706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5376147384019435718?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5376147384019435718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5376147384019435718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-pics-of-mot-camp.html' title='new pics of MOT Camp'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCrd5xorTgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FZ09k72tUv0/s72-c/P1000813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4333587633885340766</id><published>2008-05-13T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:07:46.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed the fashion show location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm72horTbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/zUS_EkejK4A/s1600-h/13052008042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm72horTbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/zUS_EkejK4A/s320/13052008042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893790192258482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm73BorTcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FQsNjWBbXIs/s1600-h/13052008043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm73BorTcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FQsNjWBbXIs/s320/13052008043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893798782193090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm73horTdI/AAAAAAAAAts/gTdX-hZH93M/s1600-h/13052008044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm73horTdI/AAAAAAAAAts/gTdX-hZH93M/s320/13052008044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893807372127698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm74horTeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/HMZcjL_BIHM/s1600-h/13052008046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm74horTeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/HMZcjL_BIHM/s320/13052008046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893824551996898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm75RorTfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/IFdp_7G8SGE/s1600-h/13052008047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm75RorTfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/IFdp_7G8SGE/s320/13052008047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199893837436898802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4333587633885340766?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4333587633885340766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4333587633885340766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/05/dxo.html' title='DXO'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCm72horTbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/zUS_EkejK4A/s72-c/13052008042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1502100192935455814</id><published>2008-05-10T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:34:18.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOT CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MOT Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm (9/05/08) - 7.45pm (10/05/08)&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Original schedule is till 11/05/08 at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Left early as I had something on with family the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment level overall: 7.0/10&lt;br /&gt;Time management: Huge improvement from the last camp.&lt;br /&gt;Critical information for participants: Clearly printed for every individual.&lt;br /&gt;Committee: Much better.&lt;br /&gt;Programmes planned: 7.4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWwiSba7VI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Fhcd_xxBH1I/s1600-h/09052008035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWwiSba7VI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Fhcd_xxBH1I/s320/09052008035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198755447977995602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasbunnur and I dressing up for the scary "night walk" for the year ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWxJCba7WI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kOXWrgBIuVk/s1600-h/09052008036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWxJCba7WI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kOXWrgBIuVk/s320/09052008036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198756113697926498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWxWSba7XI/AAAAAAAAAtE/D3ioshViRsc/s1600-h/09052008037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWxWSba7XI/AAAAAAAAAtE/D3ioshViRsc/s320/09052008037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198756341331193202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest outfit ever! Dracula costume cum lingerie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWxryba7YI/AAAAAAAAAtM/g0DBRXHEago/s1600-h/10052008038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWxryba7YI/AAAAAAAAAtM/g0DBRXHEago/s320/10052008038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198756710698380674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost doing pull ups at Blk 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWyESba7ZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-2RPXI-MyDs/s1600-h/10052008041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWyESba7ZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-2RPXI-MyDs/s320/10052008041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198757131605175698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2. The guy gang that went to the stadium for a hot shower after the dragon boating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1502100192935455814?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1502100192935455814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1502100192935455814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/05/mot-camp.html' title='MOT CAMP'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/SCWwiSba7VI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Fhcd_xxBH1I/s72-c/09052008035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1495140048772195795</id><published>2008-05-03T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:17:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GL Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GL Camp&lt;/strong&gt; 5pm(2/5/08) - 1.45pm(3/5/08)&lt;br /&gt;7am(2/5/08) - 4.30am(3/5/08) = 21.5 Hours awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment level overall: 5.5/10&lt;br /&gt;Time management: Screwed to the core&lt;br /&gt;Critical information for participants: nearly none&lt;br /&gt;Committee: Good, but lacks unity. Oh, plus stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Programmes planned: 7.4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of CCA points...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1495140048772195795?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1495140048772195795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1495140048772195795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/05/gl-camp.html' title='GL Camp'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4341920755091588082</id><published>2008-04-11T23:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:24:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37" Television = monitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Self Entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days before the start of school, rather depressing.&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of going through my daily holiday 'chores' I decided to take this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-IfrBmWlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dx44eeVs8CI/s1600-h/22032008015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-IfrBmWlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dx44eeVs8CI/s320/22032008015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188015373460855378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and convert it to this...&lt;br /&gt;[37" TV ~ Monitor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-JybBmWmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cnTV_KtcmEk/s1600-h/10042008024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-JybBmWmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cnTV_KtcmEk/s320/10042008024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016795095030370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played games such as this...&lt;br /&gt;[NEED FOR SPEED PROSTREET]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-LRbBmWnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cSdtj-zAQ64/s1600-h/10042008030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-LRbBmWnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cSdtj-zAQ64/s320/10042008030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188018427182602866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-MbrBmWpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/0OjS_Xu9hg4/s1600-h/10042008032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-MbrBmWpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/0OjS_Xu9hg4/s320/10042008032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188019702787889810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-L-7BmWoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/J-Nfi2n67oo/s1600-h/10042008031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-L-7BmWoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/J-Nfi2n67oo/s320/10042008031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188019208866650754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CRYSIS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-Nz7BmWqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8HLRz2xh06U/s1600-h/11042008033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-Nz7BmWqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8HLRz2xh06U/s320/11042008033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188021218911345314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-O7bBmWrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/kqc8h8wF5xg/s1600-h/10042008028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-O7bBmWrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/kqc8h8wF5xg/s320/10042008028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188022447271991986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-QYbBmWsI/AAAAAAAAAss/6AEV5MbuAPk/s1600-h/10042008027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-QYbBmWsI/AAAAAAAAAss/6AEV5MbuAPk/s320/10042008027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188024044999826114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4341920755091588082?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4341920755091588082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4341920755091588082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/04/37-television-monitor.html' title='37&quot; Television = monitor'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R_-IfrBmWlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dx44eeVs8CI/s72-c/22032008015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4616268626410515456</id><published>2008-03-13T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:01:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9:10&lt;/strong&gt; – Apparently tiring myself both physically and mentally didn’t do much as I woke up having muscle aches all over my body. Every step down the ladder of my single loft bed was utterly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:15&lt;/strong&gt; – The sky was gloomy with drizzles of rain, swiftly grabbed a black shirt which pretty much matched the mood of the day. Got out of home with Grandparents to take bus number 143, we waited very long for it but I was enjoying the wait, or rather the view at the bus stop. A lady, a little older than me was wearing a tank top with a luxurious hand bag but her hair and toned body captured my eyes. In the end, we took the same bus together; sadly she chose the first deck to sit. The bus was equipped with a free Nokia Wifi, certainly entertaining for the rather long ride to Orchard. Got out my phone and gone straight to youtube to watch some mtvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:50&lt;/strong&gt; – Reached Orchard OG and the entrance was packed with a long queue of people, mostly, old people. Put me into an extremely crowded area such as the IT show, I can still take it but placing myself into a building filled with people at the age of 70 years and above, certainly I would faint at such overwhelming torture. Good thing my grandparents are rather hip and don’t shorten my life as much as the other oldies do. Alright you might think I am mean but who cares, they started the ageing population. After we got into OG, we met up with my cousin Tiffany a while later at the entrance then my grandmother bought her Kanebo cosmetics before I headed up to the top floor with my grandfather to search for a new pillow, yes my current one isn’t giving me good sleep. On the way up, its either me or them, they hate how thin I can get or they really really have no sense of politeness. I get blocked by fat, short and slow walking old woman then I get pushed about by fat, rather-tall and fast middle aged woman. My hands were busy shunning away from their round butts that seemed to take up most of the walk ways. When we finally got to the top floor, there were more oldies than pillows, my grandfather certainly wasn’t a big fan of crowds and randomly grabbed a pillow that was having discount. Original price was 70 over bucks and after 30% discount, 50 over bucks, then he told me, “Mine is only 20 over dollars and I bought it in Paragon; Metro. Well, this is ok, just take it.” Yea you bet! So I happily went down to find my grandmother and my cousin who are already queuing at the cashier. The queue was really long so my cousin and I decided to go take a look at clothes and after awhile she found something that she liked but since the queue was so long and my grandparents had already left the queue, she dropped it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:15&lt;/strong&gt; – Went to have lunch at a nearby food court, with my huge pillow, very awkward carrying it around Orchard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:15&lt;/strong&gt; – Walked to Plaza Singapura to take a train to Vivo City while my grandfather went to meet up with an old friend. When we reached Vivo City, the three of us went to Daiso, my grandmother’s favorite place, I think. After which, my ‘american’ cousin wanted to have ‘Tu Tu’ which at that time, I had no idea what it was till I saw it. Amazing that Vivo City actually sell such traditional food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:30&lt;/strong&gt; – Grandmother went back home while cousin and I went shopping, or rather window shopping as all the shops she went were either super branded or had very unreasonable prices. She almost got clothing at LVER but it was 140 bucks for a piece of cloth, so we left. But before that, I had already bought a Jeans-Blazer which was 99 bucks and now selling at 39. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:45&lt;/strong&gt; – Left Vivo for home to put my stuff down and to get Genevieve’s shirt and the book that I was about to lend her. 45 minutes for me to get back home and get to Dhoby station, plus endure through that heavy rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:24&lt;/strong&gt; – Reached Harborfront station watching my train leave with the monitor saying, ‘5 more minutes till the next train’. What a bummer. While in the train, Genevieve called asking what movie we should watch and I was fine with either Charlie Wilson’s War or There Will Be Blood but never did expect them to choose the art film. Well, I guess they didn’t know it was an art film till I told them. ‘them’ referring to Rachelle and Genevieve. Both movies started at 9 plus and the 7pm movies were left with only the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:05&lt;/strong&gt; – Had dinner at again, a food court. After dinner, with so much time to spare, Rachelle took us for a stroll through all the girly departments which was a pretty turn off. We walked from the top floor all the way to the basement and up again, simply aimless till we ended up in Spotlight where Rachelle bought paint. Having shopped the entire day, my legs were really dying and so I gave the idea of going to the theatre steps to seat which they instead were turned off, saying that I had no shame, well yea, I don’t when my legs are dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:10&lt;/strong&gt; – Got the popcorns and went into the theatre. Was freezing in there and after half the theatre was filled, amazingly (Singaporeans watch such films?), I felt warmer. The movie was certainly excellent, loved the story and their acting were top notch, definitely deserved the Oscars. I would love to grab the novel ‘Oil’, which the movie based on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;00:04&lt;/strong&gt; – This was the time when I saw the credits roll, wasn’t a pleasant time as the last train was gone. As we walked out of the absolutely empty Plaza Singapura, Rachelle and I were discussing about the cab fare that we were about to share, she was really confused about it. Was really funny how she’d tried to figure it out. Genevieve on the other hand suddenly became really hyper active, certainly interesting as she wanted me to push her around the mall in a shopping cart. After Genevieve left with her dad, lucky girl, Rachelle and I took a cab and there were many cabs, she chose the oldest driver and I don’t want to know why. In the cab, she finally understood most of the movie’s story and the cab fare mathematical calculations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01:00&lt;/strong&gt; – Reached home, really exhausted. With a new pillow, I’m sure this night’s sleep would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:00&lt;/strong&gt; – Lights out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4616268626410515456?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4616268626410515456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4616268626410515456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopping-spree.html' title='shopping spree'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2300814659317834771</id><published>2008-03-11T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:09:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6am jog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;6:00&lt;/strong&gt; – Ever had this unremitting turmoil in your mind while you were trying to doze into a blank slate of sleep? Many nights have been of such, sleeping with eyes closed with my mind searching desperately for tranquility. This very day, I shall exhaust myself, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:14&lt;/strong&gt; – Picked up my alarm clock to check the time, another minute till it rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:35&lt;/strong&gt; – Got dressed in a singlet with a long sleeved sweat shirt, with my mp3 player, jogged off to Kent Ridge Park. It’s been almost half a year since my last intensive exercise, but this jog around my neighborhood was pleasantly beautiful with a temperature reminding me of Canada. Going up those treacherous steps filled with wet leafs, my stamina decreased intensively, I pushed even harder but my abs couldn’t take it anymore, my legs had to reluctantly stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30&lt;/strong&gt; – As I was about to leave the hill for home, I met my grandparents and hitched a ride back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:15&lt;/strong&gt; – Showered and had my breakfast with One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:05&lt;/strong&gt; – Did some torrent searching and DL-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00&lt;/strong&gt; – Went out with gramps for some grocery shopping and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:30&lt;/strong&gt; – Started reading on my book, it only took three hours of reading to get my eyes groggy. The more I tried reading, the more peevish I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:30&lt;/strong&gt; – Gave up reading and started doing stuff with the computer, dawdling was certainly quite pleasurable till I started chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:00&lt;/strong&gt; – Crysis calls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:00&lt;/strong&gt; – My 12 hour ordeal ends, hopefully I can have a good night sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-hour TV movie to bridge gap between Seasons 6 and 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season seven of Fox's popular thriller isn't due 'til '09, but a two-hour 24 movie set after season six is coming this fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2300814659317834771?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2300814659317834771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2300814659317834771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/03/6am-jog.html' title='6am jog'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2887615746642331881</id><published>2008-02-28T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:50:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atonement outside my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Atonement?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R8aDtqreeBI/AAAAAAAAArs/K05Z94pyaEE/s1600-h/28.02.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R8aDtqreeBI/AAAAAAAAArs/K05Z94pyaEE/s320/28.02.08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171966042655586322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2887615746642331881?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2887615746642331881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2887615746642331881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/02/atonement-outside-my-house.html' title='atonement outside my house'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R8aDtqreeBI/AAAAAAAAArs/K05Z94pyaEE/s72-c/28.02.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6179088801331181058</id><published>2008-02-25T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:32:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPU SPEED UPGRADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CPU SPEED UPGRADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgraded my CPU speed to a Core 2 duo at 2.20, 2.21 GHz which = 4.41GHz&lt;br /&gt;Now, it can play Crysis smoothly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6179088801331181058?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6179088801331181058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6179088801331181058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/02/cpu-speed-upgrade.html' title='CPU SPEED UPGRADE'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3563258798338993026</id><published>2008-02-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:23:31.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2008 Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I'd pay any sum to get myself back to being a primary one kid.&lt;br /&gt;Innocence is something I missed so very much yet it would be a burden to have it around at this age. At the age of 6, everything seemed so carefree, so gay, so... nice. Would've thought that getting "Ang Paos" during Chinese New Year was such a wonderful thing as I got to keep the cash, or rather put it in my bank. At that age, the truth was never told till I grew a little more mature and truely understood the 'trading' of red packets was, bottom line, parents giving me cash. Then I wondered, why then waste the effort and time to exchange cash which my parents could just give me straight away? Well certainly your answer would be, 'For family gatherings'. Yes, I do know that... I'm sure there are better ways to unite a family for a gathering without all the unhealthy food and the tiring trips to all the houses. Besides, exchanging money, can be quite very unfair at times.&lt;br /&gt;Might not be the trips to houses tiring, more of the sitting around and watching bad movies aired on tv while waiting for my parents to finish their conversations. Lucky me, had my N95 to entertain me. Just today, I realised that my phone has an IM programme which allows me to chat on msn messenger, pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R6sh_EM3qlI/AAAAAAAAArk/TssMU80KD5c/s1600-h/07022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R6sh_EM3qlI/AAAAAAAAArk/TssMU80KD5c/s320/07022008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258765053602386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATERNAL RELATIVES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3563258798338993026?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3563258798338993026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3563258798338993026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R6sh_EM3qlI/AAAAAAAAArk/TssMU80KD5c/s72-c/07022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3649204546353162247</id><published>2008-01-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:33:02.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jap buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DINNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tasty dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant: HANABI JAPANESE RESTAURANT&lt;br /&gt;COST: $35 - Adult&lt;br /&gt;BUFFET + SERVICE&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of exquisite Japanese food which you can have it ordered again and again... loved the octopus... &lt;br /&gt;A buffet simply using your mouth to get the food to your table, simply delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3649204546353162247?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3649204546353162247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3649204546353162247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/01/jap-buffet.html' title='jap buffet'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3577851025221141171</id><published>2008-01-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:15:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply updating</title><content type='html'>0735hours: &lt;br /&gt;My dad sent me to Dover Rd's bus stop so that I could take a 74 to school. From the very moment I stepped onto that pavement, I dreadfully waited for 20 minutes before that long awaited 74 strolled up together with a street of congested traffic. &lt;br /&gt;0817hours:&lt;br /&gt;Stepped into drawing class late and the unforgiving teacher wouldn't let me sign my attendance.&lt;br /&gt;1600hours:&lt;br /&gt;I come to realise that I was about to catch a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;1700hours:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library with Genevieve to watch Gossip Girl 113 on her macbook and when we were done with it, we realised that it was pouring heavily outside so we decided to watch a movie, "Good Luck Chuck". It was indeed hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;1930: Got out of the library and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently still cursing my unforgiving nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3577851025221141171?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3577851025221141171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3577851025221141171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2008/01/simply-updating.html' title='simply updating'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7115673812434007681</id><published>2007-12-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:25:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razer Lycosa + random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Razer Lycosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another addition to my blue lit baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzqpyaMDI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZB7mT_OLWQ8/s1600-h/08122007095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzqpyaMDI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZB7mT_OLWQ8/s320/08122007095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141267626229116978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzc5yaMCI/AAAAAAAAArU/61l_-Th982k/s1600-h/28112007093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzc5yaMCI/AAAAAAAAArU/61l_-Th982k/s320/28112007093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141267390005915682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzRZyaMBI/AAAAAAAAArM/2guuu92qLww/s1600-h/21112007091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzRZyaMBI/AAAAAAAAArM/2guuu92qLww/s320/21112007091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141267192437420050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7115673812434007681?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7115673812434007681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7115673812434007681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/12/razer-lycosa-random-pics.html' title='Razer Lycosa + random pics'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R1lzqpyaMDI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZB7mT_OLWQ8/s72-c/08122007095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2796903807000262065</id><published>2007-11-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:15:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LANCER EX</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Arrival of EX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought a new car, the Lancer EX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0ezWvMJUxI/AAAAAAAAArE/W_AUEHeel3c/s1600-h/DSCN1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0ezWvMJUxI/AAAAAAAAArE/W_AUEHeel3c/s320/DSCN1420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136271103245243154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0evJPMJUwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/N4QmGSpV6NQ/s1600-h/DSCN1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0evJPMJUwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/N4QmGSpV6NQ/s320/DSCN1419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136266473270498050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2796903807000262065?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2796903807000262065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2796903807000262065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/11/lancer-ex.html' title='LANCER EX'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0ezWvMJUxI/AAAAAAAAArE/W_AUEHeel3c/s72-c/DSCN1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4877893693318618704</id><published>2007-11-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:10:59.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CTU BAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The CTU/JackBauer Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0bCkfMJUtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fLrl347b29o/s1600-h/TRTF1036-LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0bCkfMJUtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fLrl347b29o/s400/TRTF1036-LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136006357166150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got hold of it!&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa gave me that "Are you crazy?" look when I showed him the bag, he said he couldn't believe such a thing could cost up to $74. Oh well, only 24 fans can understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4877893693318618704?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4877893693318618704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4877893693318618704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/11/ctu-bag.html' title='CTU BAG'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/R0bCkfMJUtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fLrl347b29o/s72-c/TRTF1036-LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6107723774556446552</id><published>2007-11-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:17:46.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>My 17th Birthday on the 17th of November.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays, well, not a big fan of celebrating them. In theoretical terms, it is the day whereby I was born into the world. Not being a depressive guy but, why celebrate getting born into this world? Not to mention, get older at the same time. Well I wouldn't say I didn't appreciate my day, having my mum spending half of the day baking a rum cake while the refrigerator was at the verge of dying. While people were busy, I enjoyed myself with my favourite sitcoms and tv series. The final phase of this day ended with a Korean birthday dinner celebrated with my Aunt's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6107723774556446552?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6107723774556446552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6107723774556446552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7017068526367303364</id><published>2007-10-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:01:49.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondue</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fondue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch on this day was special, my aunt brought my mum and I for a very unique delicacy. The restaurant is very new, situated opposite the Botanical Gardens. The place was quiet, green and old. Everywhere was still under renovations. Entering the rather small restaurant, I was amazed at their bold black designs which looked very luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;As we were given the menu, the first page greeted us with a $70 set lunch followed by three digit sets which kept increasing as we flipped. Certainly French dining isn't cheap as said by my grandfather. After deciding for awhile, the best choice was a $120+ set lunch shared among the three of us. &lt;br /&gt;1. We were presented with salads&lt;br /&gt;2. Bread &amp; Vegetables with a hot bowl of cheese for dipping&lt;br /&gt;3. Prawns, Fish, Lobsters, chicken, etc. to be self fried in a pan&lt;br /&gt;4. Brownies &amp; Fruits with a hot bowl of Irish Cream chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Excellent displays with a very good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RwX6GraI-2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/VtT4t-oijtg/s1600-h/05102007072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RwX6GraI-2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/VtT4t-oijtg/s200/05102007072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117771544214960994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RwX7-LaI-3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/7mv0RWJyVhA/s1600-h/05102007073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RwX7-LaI-3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/7mv0RWJyVhA/s200/05102007073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117773597209328498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7017068526367303364?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7017068526367303364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7017068526367303364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/10/fondue.html' title='Fondue'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RwX6GraI-2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/VtT4t-oijtg/s72-c/05102007072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4899202944184996546</id><published>2007-09-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:57:27.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New HDD &amp; IPHONE</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, my computer screen became a full dark blue screen filled with rather tiny white English words talking about an error involved in the speed of the hard drive. After the horror of my malfunctioned graphic card, this problem has to rise. Due to this problem, my gaming experience isn't as perfect as it should've been. This day, Dave Tan, my 'com moder' came over to my house to fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade: Hitachi HDD 320GB - $145&lt;br /&gt;Through all the waiting of the configurations, we had quite many conversations and one of them was the IPhone. Dave miraculously took out an IPhone from his pocket and showed it to me, exhibited its marvellous functions, coolness and its clarity. The graphic resolution of the IPhone IS A-M-A-zing! He told me he imported it directly from the U.S when it first came out at a whooping cost of 2000 over sing dollars. Then I asked him, I thought it had tonnes of problems after the hacker got into the IPhone? He told me due to his early retrieval of the phone, the hacker didn't get a chance on his IPhone. Then I asked again, what about the connectivity with our local phone companies? He said he actually hacked into the main frame of the IPhone, configured the SIM and changed it to be user friendly with Singtel. Oh then I asked him, "So, does this mean you're the first person in the entire Singapore to get hold of an IPhone?" Then he said, "Yea... (With a 'I suppose look')". To proof himself, he even said he took a picture of his phone and sent it to CNET and made a review there, better still, he called up CNET. One remarkable Singaporean that would pay so much for technology and knowledge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4899202944184996546?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4899202944184996546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4899202944184996546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-hdd-iphone.html' title='New HDD &amp; IPHONE'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5869024647934717817</id><published>2007-09-21T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:07:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jap Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;日本語&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you put a man on a ship sailing towards Japan?&lt;br /&gt;You'll get a Jap speaking dad back...&lt;br /&gt;This day, my dad came back from Osaka after a month and a half working in the first ever built Japan Oil Ship driller. The only thing that kept coming out of his mouth were Japanese words, certainly a very interesting thing. Well I have relatives whose dads speak French, Italian, German, but never once did I ever thought mine would end up with Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5869024647934717817?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5869024647934717817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5869024647934717817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/09/jap-dad.html' title='Jap Dad'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7595073116558438137</id><published>2007-09-09T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:25:13.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOH: Airborne</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got hold of the Medal of Honor: Airborne! The package is incredible, a metal box with a limited edition parachute safety tag! However, I'm going to wait till I finish my Hitman: Blood Money first before I start on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I: I think Olesya Rulin should play a bigger role in High School Musical, I think she has the talent to sing and she looks better than Vanessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7595073116558438137?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7595073116558438137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7595073116558438137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/09/moh-airborne.html' title='MOH: Airborne'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2521048747289435939</id><published>2007-09-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:51:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam trip</title><content type='html'>I couldn't remember the last time I went to Batam, must have been too young. Well, on this very day, the third of September, I'll embark on a journey to my lost memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of Batam was, "Where are all the people?". The place was filled with mud, dirt and 'war-torn' houses, the place looked as if it had been through a dreadful war. The living conditions were very poor. After a bumpy bus ride, we reached the resort, the scenery was beautiful but the standard of a 4 star hotel didn't meet out expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5TwxLhu2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QtYwJQsiti8/s1600-h/03092007055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5TwxLhu2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QtYwJQsiti8/s200/03092007055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106611124785232738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached our rooms which were very far away from the lobby, we were welcomed by a swarm of mosquitoes at the front door and as we entered the room, there was a stuffy stench. Certainly it was hell to most of my friends but I've seen worst. After a tour around the area, we went for lunch at a shopping centre filled with copy-righted goods. In the shopping centre, we took a break for our legs and went for a game of pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5YNBLhu5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6aBsslCMQiY/s1600-h/03092007056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5YNBLhu5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6aBsslCMQiY/s200/03092007056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106616008163048338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dinner, we went to have seafood, the price was extremely low, S$10 for each person and you can get prawns, crabs, fish, vegetables that are very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;Night falls... we had fun in our rooms watching tv and chatting. Then around 1030pm, we approached the bar to have a few drinks and play some pool. I ordered a Johnny Walker Black Label on the rocks, tasted nice but a little diluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5bEBLhu6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/F-2PICHefBY/s1600-h/04092007057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5bEBLhu6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/F-2PICHefBY/s200/04092007057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106619152079109026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROOM with mosquito netting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5bVRLhu7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Vxqm2bFPSFw/s1600-h/04092007058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5bVRLhu7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Vxqm2bFPSFw/s200/04092007058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106619448431852466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5cHhLhu8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1R1EG-L2PMg/s1600-h/04092007059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5cHhLhu8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1R1EG-L2PMg/s200/04092007059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106620311720278978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5cXhLhu9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/cmk_haxerJQ/s1600-h/04092007060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5cXhLhu9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/cmk_haxerJQ/s200/04092007060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106620586598185938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5c5BLhu-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/tKg5f20Rm-0/s1600-h/04092007061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5c5BLhu-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/tKg5f20Rm-0/s200/04092007061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106621162123803618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day we went to the Batamec Shipyard where it was absolutely muddy and dirty. It was different from the Keppel's one, for this shipyard, we could go down to take a walk into the construction areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5WFRLhu3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LJs3NW7s25Y/s1600-h/04092007062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5WFRLhu3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LJs3NW7s25Y/s200/04092007062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106613675995806578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5WYRLhu4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/kUsbdjPU5YU/s1600-h/04092007063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5WYRLhu4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/kUsbdjPU5YU/s200/04092007063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106614002413321090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to have lunch at a place which the manager of the shipyard introduced to us. It was seafood again, and it wasn't as good as the previous day. After which, we went to a huge classy shopping mall which I bought nothing except bubble gums. It wasn't that there was nothing to buy, its just that I simply have everything, no point buying more. Dinner was once again introduced by the manager, however this time, the seafood was excellent. Simply 15 dollars per person and you can get drunken prawns, chili crab and many more seafood delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5djhLhu_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/4vgSIRA4bqU/s1600-h/04092007064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5djhLhu_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/4vgSIRA4bqU/s200/04092007064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106621892268243954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls... We all went to the bar for drinks. I already bought an alcoholic drink and left it in the refrigerator of the hotel room, so I wasn't intending of getting a drink in the bar, instead my intention was to watch C.S.I there. When I reached the bar, Carrie, a friend of mine gave up drinking her bloody mary drink and offered it to me. So, oh well, I took it. Honestly, it did tasted rather spicy but soon, I got numb of the taste and drank all of it. Then I played a game of pool with Poh Han and I lost to him because I bloody couldn't shoot the last damn ball into the hole. After the game, Carrie offered me white wine this time, saying that it didn't taste well. I tried it, indeed, the wine tasted so diluted, so much that I declined the offer. After the 'bar fun', we proceeded back to our rooms for card games, movies and more alcohol! Slept at 2 in the morning filled with alcohol in our brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;Our departure date. As we were having our morning breakfast, we met students from the Singapore Polytechnic. We left Batam in a gorgeous ferry where there was an open deck on the top of the ferry where we all could have a 360 degree sight see of the sea and get some sea breeze into our face. As we approached into Singapore waters, a coast guard stopped us to check our ferry, a rare incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5e1xLhvAI/AAAAAAAAAks/rLpVSuoS9FY/s1600-h/05092007065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5e1xLhvAI/AAAAAAAAAks/rLpVSuoS9FY/s200/05092007065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106623305312484354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5fFBLhvBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dCJQ2oltVFk/s1600-h/05092007066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5fFBLhvBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dCJQ2oltVFk/s200/05092007066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106623567305489426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Batam trip ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Taking privacy into consideration, some content is excluded]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2521048747289435939?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2521048747289435939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2521048747289435939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/09/batam-trip.html' title='Batam trip'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rt5TwxLhu2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QtYwJQsiti8/s72-c/03092007055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-3927548636357008154</id><published>2007-08-24T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:57:13.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wall of movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Wall of Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rs64zxLhu1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nNI216s4_B0/s1600-h/the+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rs64zxLhu1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nNI216s4_B0/s200/the+wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102218627371875154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-3927548636357008154?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3927548636357008154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/3927548636357008154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/08/wall-of-movies.html' title='the wall of movies'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/Rs64zxLhu1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nNI216s4_B0/s72-c/the+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-2333699310562201901</id><published>2007-08-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:41:12.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LCD TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;L.C.D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RsBBGThasRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N0qVkrCkAu4/s1600-h/13082007048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RsBBGThasRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N0qVkrCkAu4/s200/13082007048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098146354758856978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I could say that, "This cool television is mine." Haha... Nah of course not, my dad paid for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung LCD TV (HD READY) 37"&lt;br /&gt;Samsung home theatre surround system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, this is an absolute beauty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-2333699310562201901?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2333699310562201901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/2333699310562201901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/08/lcd-tv.html' title='The LCD TV'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RsBBGThasRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N0qVkrCkAu4/s72-c/13082007048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-5700327427362916393</id><published>2007-08-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:09:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairfield Founders Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrSeNzhasQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GIT8iiFyzfg/s1600-h/mainpublicityposter-dinner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrSeNzhasQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GIT8iiFyzfg/s200/mainpublicityposter-dinner1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094871038468731138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairfield having a 'high school reunion' dinner plus a celebration of it's founders day, plus a dress code of "Broadway", an interesting combination I thought. Since it doesn't come around so often, I decided to go for it. Do you know $35 dollars can get you into a very good restaurant with highly trained waiters serving you? That sure did pop into my head but oh well, for the sake of reunion I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped into the schoool at 1810 hours. I was taken back at the dressings of the girls that I once knew, absolutely awesome. Well, I suppose I haven't seen such good stuff for a really long time. The girls in overall, were dressed to their best. Many had their hair done with lovely curls, their make up were just perfect, they wore classy clothes. For once, I never appreciated my school girls so much. Sounds rather desperate? Yes, you can say that, but if you were put in my shoes, you'll understand. Anyway, enough of the girls, the guys dressed up pretty well too, was rather amazed as well. The scene up at my school's bridge looked like a gathering of business partners, really polite and formal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1900 hours, we were gathered to the hall to be seated. The very moment I stepped into the hall, Smallville just popped into my head. The word "prom" seemed to be written everywhere. The lights, the tables, the dressing, the songs, absolutely Smallville style. Never thought I was going to experience such atmosphere. When my class sat together, Shaun Gan, a friend of mine, broke the 'rule' of politeness and started making the scene more playful. Certainly wasn't a bad thing, the life of secondary school just vividly reappear before me. I then realise that it was important to treasure this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some usual standard performances and some singing, but of all things, photo taking seemed to dominate among the other activities. We had our dinner and it wasn't good at all. Buffet never tasted so bad. &lt;br /&gt;Then ther were dance performance, video clips shown, and the best of all, having lame jokes with my classmates. Although the food was lousy, I still did enjoy, was one lovely and pretty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-5700327427362916393?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5700327427362916393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/5700327427362916393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/08/fairfield-founders-day.html' title='Fairfield Founders Day'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrSeNzhasQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GIT8iiFyzfg/s72-c/mainpublicityposter-dinner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-870933649188818184</id><published>2007-08-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:15:24.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KentRidge-usingN95</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kent.Ridge.Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM3UzhasPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7WnqW4Ky6Bg/s1600-h/03082007027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM3UzhasPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7WnqW4Ky6Bg/s200/03082007027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094476434053443826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM3ADhasOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/19M5_UuzMAo/s1600-h/03082007028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM3ADhasOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/19M5_UuzMAo/s200/03082007028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094476077571158242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM2rjhasNI/AAAAAAAAAis/2A6SbpIgxjI/s1600-h/03082007029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM2rjhasNI/AAAAAAAAAis/2A6SbpIgxjI/s200/03082007029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094475725383839954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM2XDhasMI/AAAAAAAAAik/9aLNyiqxYs8/s1600-h/03082007030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM2XDhasMI/AAAAAAAAAik/9aLNyiqxYs8/s200/03082007030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094475373196521666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-870933649188818184?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/870933649188818184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/870933649188818184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/08/kentridge-usingn95.html' title='KentRidge-usingN95'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM3UzhasPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7WnqW4Ky6Bg/s72-c/03082007027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-8293665176833795010</id><published>2007-07-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:04:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPU Mod</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CPU MOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time where I recieve my upgraded desktop.&lt;br /&gt;Upgrades: Intel Pentium Dual-Core processor&lt;br /&gt;          Nvidia Geforce 8500GT&lt;br /&gt;          2GB DDR2 RAM KVR667 model&lt;br /&gt;          Dual-core supported Mother-board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrMuqThasKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dIohiGtORmM/s1600-h/03082007033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrMuqThasKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dIohiGtORmM/s200/03082007033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094466907815981218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM1vDhasLI/AAAAAAAAAic/J5R3q9pnqEA/s1600-h/03082007034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrM1vDhasLI/AAAAAAAAAic/J5R3q9pnqEA/s200/03082007034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094474686001754290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, speed and realism are taken to the next level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-8293665176833795010?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8293665176833795010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/8293665176833795010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/07/cpu-mod.html' title='CPU Mod'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RrMuqThasKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dIohiGtORmM/s72-c/03082007033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-6214422319451178498</id><published>2007-07-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:21:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Gen</title><content type='html'>Of mobile phones... 3.5G. One phone that I eyed on for quite a while has finally reached my hands via a delivery man that came onto my doorstep at this very time. It is the mobile phone that made computers what they are today, the N95. 5 mega pixel camera, HSDPA, GPS, GPRS, Infra-red, Bluetooth, Wifi, good resolution, what more can I ask for? Simply lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-6214422319451178498?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6214422319451178498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/6214422319451178498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-gen.html' title='The Next Gen'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-9117141957979885272</id><published>2007-07-16T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:53:35.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Hours Away From Home</title><content type='html'>The last time I stepped foot into Malaysia, I had first hand experience with a huge news, the worst flood in Kuala Lumpur. Was one hell of an experience on that wet wet day of June 12. This time round, taking another journey back to Malaysia in a bus filled with people of ages not less than 50 other than me, my mum and my cousin Tiffany. The three of us accompanied my grandmother, the main reason for the trip was to taste the durians. Apparently neither one of us knew where they tour agency was taking us to taste the durians, only till we reached the location did that name became familiar to me. Going for this trip never was about tasting durians for me, I never had a thing for food though I love expensive buffets and classy restaurants. This trip for me, was more of an escape out of Singapore to have a break from civilisation, this "break" that I longed for didn't seemed to turn out the way I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0530 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Got up reluctantly from bed after 5 hours of bad sleep.&lt;br /&gt;0620 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Left home, went to fetch my cousin before reaching the Outrum bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;0715 Hours&lt;br /&gt;The coach leaves the Outrum bus stop, fetching other passengers at other locations before reaching Tuas checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;0900 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by a small coffee shop for some light breakfast. (The food didn't taste good at all)&lt;br /&gt;1000 Hours&lt;br /&gt;We were in the bus, on the way to the durian location. It was fortunate to have my cousin going as well, if not I would have got really bored over the tour guide's extremely lame jokes. Both of us talked through the entire trip, made time pass rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;1230 Hours&lt;br /&gt;The time that we arrived at the durian location. Apparently it is the place where most NCC boys would go to hike, the place is called Gunung Ledang. Gunung Ledang is a hill that allows outdoor junkies to roam, hike or relax. However, I find that place a big turn off. I myself am a nature guy that loves the forests and beaches but when I got there, I wondered where all the nature conservation team went. Stepping into the lobby of the 'resort', we were greeted with a swarm of flies but there was a fleeting smell of durian coming from every direction. We were guided to a place to have a seat and were served with plentiful of unopened durians. Every durian that we were given was different in taste, that was one unique thing that I liked about. The sweet and bitterness of the durian tastes didn't last very long, my time in having the pleasure of enjoying it was ruined by the constant flies that kept trying to stick themselves on every durian that we have on the table. So, instead of just simply enjoying the durians, we were literally waving our hands while we ate. In this case, I was immediately turned off. No matter how delicious the durian tasted, my appetite for it just went rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;1400 Hours&lt;br /&gt;After having the durians and replenishing ourselves with water, we went for a short hike up Mount. Ophir. There were many Malays there, having picnics and BBQs in the forest, there was even a band blasting rock music. A stream that flows from the top of the mountain ends up becoming a play pool for the citizens there, destroying its beauty and its cleanliness. It was a very sad sight in my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuObElAWHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w1pAz3nAl6k/s1600-h/DSCN1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuObElAWHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w1pAz3nAl6k/s200/DSCN1399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087816799781673074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had a camera, I didn't bother taking much pictures as the scenery was just plainly, destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuQwklAWII/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZwqaHfBkq7k/s1600-h/DSCN1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuQwklAWII/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZwqaHfBkq7k/s200/DSCN1400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087819368172116098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuRhElAWJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1x_1wwQQDv4/s1600-h/DSCN1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuRhElAWJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1x_1wwQQDv4/s200/DSCN1401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087820201395771538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuSS0lAWKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xc213QtM-58/s1600-h/DSCN1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuSS0lAWKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xc213QtM-58/s200/DSCN1403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087821056094263458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuS-0lAWLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/q3sAg0Tc-9o/s1600-h/DSCN1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuS-0lAWLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/q3sAg0Tc-9o/s200/DSCN1404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087821812008507570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Reached back down to the lobby where we had some really awful coffee.&lt;br /&gt;1540 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Set off back in the direction of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;1715 Hours&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look! Black smoke! Wait, it is a car! No, wait, it is a bus! The bus is on fire!" some loudspoken lady shouted. Everyone looked up ahead to discover that a bus was burning. The aft of the bus was engulfed in flames and that was the location of the engine. I stared at it fearing the worst as I knew that our bus was about to pass by it with just a metre away from the flames. I took out my camera to get a shot but the image turned out blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuToElAWMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JhDeVbbbu7s/s1600-h/DSCN1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuToElAWMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JhDeVbbbu7s/s200/DSCN1405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087822520678111426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our bus went pass the flames, I could feel the heat on my cheeks eventhough I was kept safely in an air-conditioned bus. The passengers of that torched bus were all standing around the highway, just waiting for help. (The next day, this incident turned up on the front page of the straits times online.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuUPklAWNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qHC63AAESt0/s1600-h/070716_ss_mmstar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuUPklAWNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qHC63AAESt0/s200/070716_ss_mmstar3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087823199282944210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1735 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at a shopping complex. There was nothing much there.&lt;br /&gt;1840 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at a chinese restaurant, the food was good but there was a lot of self service going on.&lt;br /&gt;2100 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we set off for Singapore. My thought of escaping a day for a break turned out making me miss home even more. Well, it sure was dirty, smelly, tiring but it was a good experience and a good opportunity to spend time with Tiffany who studies in the states, had really little time to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;2300 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Arrived back to the Outrum bus stop where my grandfather was waiting there to bring us home.&lt;br /&gt;0000 Hours&lt;br /&gt;Reached back home. My day ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-9117141957979885272?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/9117141957979885272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/9117141957979885272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/07/18-hours-away-from-home.html' title='18 Hours Away From Home'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RpuObElAWHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w1pAz3nAl6k/s72-c/DSCN1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-1123152731882917346</id><published>2007-07-15T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:13:51.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/7/07</title><content type='html'>#include &lt; stdio.h &gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt; stdlib.h &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void main (void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;   printf("&lt;strong&gt;Leaving this place in 6 hours on another road trip.&lt;/strong&gt;\n");&lt;br /&gt;   exit(0);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-1123152731882917346?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1123152731882917346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/1123152731882917346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/07/15707.html' title='15/7/07'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4979309402222285109</id><published>2007-06-20T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:03:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK MY EXT.HDD</title><content type='html'>I never imagined that this day would come, the second time my fucking external hard disk had a problem. The last time I sent it for repair was approximately 6 months ago and on this very day, my CPU (1800hrs) couldn't read the 300GB Ext.Hdd. I thought the problem had to do with the casing, so I changed the Hdd to another casing. Praying so hard that the problem would be solved, the same problem occurred. The CPU could find the Hdd however it couldn't access into the files. I realised that before I tried to access the hdd, the light was green, but once I double-clicked the hdd folder, the light turns red. My life seemed to be in that bloody mother fucking unstable piece of metal. It contains: 4755 songs, more than 100 movies and all the best TV series that you can find. At that moment I just tried something, I turned on the casing without my Hdd plugged into it, and the fan turned on straight away, unlike the past, the fan and light would turn on after around 5 to 10 seconds. I then came to an understanding that the Hdd had actually been unstable a month ago. I thought the first time my 300GB got busted was due to overheating, when I turned it on 24 hours but the next time round when I got my Hdd, I always turned it off when I wasn't using, yet the problem finally rose out on this fucking day of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4979309402222285109?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4979309402222285109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4979309402222285109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck-my-exthdd.html' title='FUCK MY EXT.HDD'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-4257352112163272950</id><published>2007-06-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:18:58.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jericho</title><content type='html'>Today, well I watched two movies. First one I watched was "The Hills Have Eyes", absolutely gruesome and disgusting but not scary at all. The second movie I watched was "Ocean's Thirteen" together with my 3 cousins. It was a lovely film, loved watching George Clooney act, not that I am gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the day that I also, finished Jericho season 1. Jericho was awesome! But I mean if you compair it with 24, LOST or Prison Break, it will lose a little, however I feel that it beats Prison Break's Season 2. I can't wait to get my hands on Jericho 201!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RnfXDg1FK9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/mSWy0GPG0JE/s1600-h/d50e09c6e55143e15ca774a458a43fc3_full.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RnfXDg1FK9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/mSWy0GPG0JE/s200/d50e09c6e55143e15ca774a458a43fc3_full.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077763560235674578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-4257352112163272950?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4257352112163272950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/4257352112163272950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/06/jericho.html' title='Jericho'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RnfXDg1FK9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/mSWy0GPG0JE/s72-c/d50e09c6e55143e15ca774a458a43fc3_full.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37709452.post-7883437204091560961</id><published>2007-06-13T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:18:28.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keppel Shipyard (Tuas)</title><content type='html'>TIME: 12.48 PM&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing to block 37 of Ngee Ann Poly as I was late for 18 minutes and counting. While I was on the way to school, in the bus, my friend called me to ask me to hurry up. He said that the time schedule of 1pm had changed to 12.30pm and that the information was sent via email 3 days ago. 3 days ago, I was in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME: 1.50 PM&lt;br /&gt;The school bus brought my class to the Keppel Shipyard in Tuas, sadly we couldn't take any pictures of the place as it was considered private property. However, I took a picture of helmets. Haha... very 'impressive' indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RnDrng1FK8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/-UU4CFbNtcQ/s1600-h/13062007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RnDrng1FK8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/-UU4CFbNtcQ/s200/13062007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075815844106546114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire shipyard was huge, I was amazed at how busy everyone was and the service that they provided us was superb. The people there offered us drinks and cakes to eat! We had a few briefings before we set off to a bus tour around the place. We saw tankers, jack-up rigs, semi-submersibles, and many more. The scale of the place, HUGE! Alright, if you have watched the Chinese drama show "The Peak", everything you see in that show is exactly the same at that place. One difference is that the people there are not as clean as you saw in the television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37709452-7883437204091560961?l=in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7883437204091560961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37709452/posts/default/7883437204091560961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-mind-malcolm.blogspot.com/2007/06/keppel-shipyard-tuas.html' title='Keppel Shipyard (Tuas)'/><author><name>Malcolm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897652002636806225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JlThfhVUBFM/RnDrng1FK8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/-UU4CFbNtcQ/s72-c/13062007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
