<?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-6716755778299707630</id><updated>2011-09-22T00:56:06.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legacy Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6627756311243894351</id><published>2011-03-24T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:17:51.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead blog.</title><content type='html'>I realised I haven't been posting anything "proper" since last year. Wow. Heh, I doubt anyone reads this blog already anyway. In fact, I haven't heard anyone saying stuff like "Eh go link me." or "Hey read my blog!" for a long time now. Nowadays it's "Add me as friend!" or "Follow me!" so um yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want further updates about me, you can "add me as friend" on Facebook for pictures. Haha. With my new camera, it's hard to upload pics on blogger, since the file size is 2.5 times bigger than my Lumix. Also, I can only upload 5 at once, whereas Facebook allows me to upload 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ky4HCZJ2SE/TYtBHFSOq0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/7mru6WCKJFE/s1600/Results%2B2.2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ky4HCZJ2SE/TYtBHFSOq0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/7mru6WCKJFE/s400/Results%2B2.2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587631352616758082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a senior. Like whoa, this feels strange. Just recently I just took my cert from the school on the hill. Or was it? Time passes so quickly. Many of my classmates have no hair on their heads already. It's my turn next year. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I think my GPA sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random one-liner updates:&lt;br /&gt;I got a new printer! Now everything to do with my desktop is black!&lt;br /&gt;I got a new camera!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bangkok by train!&lt;br /&gt;I got Twitter now!&lt;br /&gt;I might stop blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, technically Twitter is micro-blogging right? At least that was what I learnt. And I'm updating my Facebook pretty often and checking it almost everyday. And whatever this Tumblr thing is (I haven't caught on yet. ): ), I might actually move to it. People haven't said the words Blogger, WordPress or Xanga lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Seeya if I see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6627756311243894351?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6627756311243894351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6627756311243894351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6627756311243894351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6627756311243894351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2011/03/dead-blog.html' title='Dead blog.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-8ky4HCZJ2SE/TYtBHFSOq0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/7mru6WCKJFE/s72-c/Results%2B2.2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6726368179126556370</id><published>2011-02-03T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:05:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TUoNIG5mUDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Bugf_MFWrbM/s1600/KTMK%2BCNY%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TRWnaBw4eHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gac0yj36070/s400/KTMK%2BChristmas%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554529781023275122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5503970936307365258?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5503970936307365258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5503970936307365258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5503970936307365258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5503970936307365258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TRWnaBw4eHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gac0yj36070/s72-c/KTMK%2BChristmas%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4366748377103477502</id><published>2010-12-15T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:35:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Round of TCA</title><content type='html'>10 days to Christmas and I'm still not feeling the mood yet. Probably because I just finished my accounting paper &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt;. Well, after the paper, I decided to bind my pastry notes together. Wanna see how it turned out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TQjAuCUNUCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CNlSDkNIfiY/s1600/P1080517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TQjAuCUNUCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CNlSDkNIfiY/s400/P1080517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550898437862281250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipes 1.65cm thick. Luckily I wasn't a CCM student, if not I'd have to learn all of these. So far I learnt Blueberry Muffins, Chocolate Chip and Walnut Muffins, and Chocolate Chip Cookies. And some random dishes here and there like how to burn the sugar on a Creme Brulee, decorate danishes and other baked desserts. Oh, and slicing bread. I think I can work for Subway or some high class bakery now. I also learnt how to burn my arm by taking out some bread from the oven. Wanna see how it looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to SSM, I'd have to say Culi is heaven. Well, SSM was heaven when it got the the end haha, but culi seems to be consistent. I'm actually interested in cooking Top Table food but at the same time, I don't wanna go to Top Table. "/ Pastry and Skills are pretty fun from what I experienced/heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can tie my neckerchief in 20 seconds now, compared to 9 minutes on the first and second weeks. Yay! But I'm still using the old method, the new one seems a bit confusing when you're throwing it around your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting just now went better than I expected! Templates were given in the paper which means I need not manually write out the format of the whatever sheets there were, thus effectively making it like a fill-in-the-blanks paper, except for those questions which asks you to analyse with words. The timing for the paper was 1 hour, and I took 1 hour to finish it. "/ But it was my first accounting paper with all my questions answered, so yay! Honestly, I just hope I pass. I'm not good with numbers. Hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4366748377103477502?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4366748377103477502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4366748377103477502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4366748377103477502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4366748377103477502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-round-of-tca.html' title='Another Round of TCA'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TQjAuCUNUCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CNlSDkNIfiY/s72-c/P1080517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2544382741967916540</id><published>2010-11-30T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:30:51.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Revisited</title><content type='html'>I remembered when I was Primary 4 (and if I could remember vividly an incident for so long, you pretty much pissed the hell out of me off), when those scooters were all the hype with all the kids at my age that time, I was taking mine downstairs to go to the coffee shop. It kinda looked like one of these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bikeelectricscootersale.com/images/razor-a-kick-scooter-black-sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.bikeelectricscootersale.com/images/razor-a-kick-scooter-black-sale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So I was passing by one of the shops when my mother stopped to take a look at some vegetables or something. Just then, an assholic old lady fell down like 3 meters away from me. So she said to my mother in Hokkien that I tripped her. Yeah right. My scooter was 3 meters long. At that time, I didn't know how to speak Hokkien so I could only sit there dumbfounded with that old woman shouting and pointing her finger at me, all these while sitting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, then yada yada yada, my mother said sorry and forced me to say sorry, then we went to the coffee shop for lunch. Being a poor primary 4 boy with no clue of what just the fuck happened, I naturally cried. Like yeah, I magically caused an old woman to fall down with my awesome aura, you see. So when the kway teow soup came, I protested by not eating it and I demanded a translation of what just happened. Yeah, some of you might say that small kids shouldn't interfere with adult's affairs (小孩子不应该忧大人的事) but to hell with that. So my mother shouted at me and the whole coffee shop - yes, all 30 tables came to stare at me and some kaypoh aunties even told me that I should throw my scooter away citing that unless I had no legs, I don't need a mobility aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all old women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years later, I met this same old woman yesterday in the lift. The one who I tripped with my 3 meter long scooter. She walked in and mumbled something, so naturally I thought she was just mumbling to herself. (Funny how I never knew all these years that she stayed in the same block as me.) Then she shouted "Zhap yit lao lah! Tiah boh ah?!" (11th floor lah! Cannot hear is it?!) Being the gentleman I am, I pressed the lift button for her, but not before I shot a cold stare at her. I had half the heart to shout back "Ah nee tuah sia zho si mi?! Lih boh chiu ka ki chit ah, auntie?!" (So loud for what?! No hands to press yourself is it, auntie?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing she didn't talk throughout the lift journey. If not you might see me on the news tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although certain incidents may have upset me in the past, time did pass and unknowingly, I got over it. Although admittedly they have left scars on me. I sometimes feel used, like I'm somebody's puppet or punching bag. Listening to people's problems makes me think about mine too, but I just live and let live. I cooled down over this auntie incident already, and definitely, many more in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, I hope you're doing fine after 1 year. Good luck in whatever you do. [EDIT: Okay who am I kidding. I don't think I exist anymore.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see what I can do with my life now. For now, I think I'll just concentrate on my studies. I don't think I'll tell anymore after some new stuff I heard already. Maybe I'm meant to not be with anyone. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2544382741967916540?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2544382741967916540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2544382741967916540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2544382741967916540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2544382741967916540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-revisited.html' title='Life Revisited'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-809478305557628130</id><published>2010-11-18T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:56:12.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays</title><content type='html'>There are a few pros and cons in my timetable. I go to Sentosa on Monday to Wednesday, back to Tampines on Thursdays for Culi and Sentosa again on Fridays. The thing about Fridays is that I only have 2 hours of school. So after Culi on Thursdays, I feel like it's the weekends already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I said, the subject is Culi. That's Culinary Science (aka becoming a chef) for non-HTM/LRM/CCMers. I'm finding myself cabbing to school every morning since I have to wake up at an unearthly 6am, considering I'm a poly student. If I take a bus, I would have to wake up at 5.30. And the cab fare to TP is not as bad as the cab to Sentosa, so it's still managable (7 bucks flat). In fact, this might be 1 of only 2 reasons why I think I may have regretted taking Culi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been following my Facebook status updates, you may have noticed a weird word called "neckerchief". That's the least of my problems now, I took 30 seconds to tie it today. The second reason is actually because of the number of bags I have to carry to school every Thursday. The magic number here is 3. Yup. 1 knife set, 1 uniform plastic bag and my normal bag to put my notes and whatever in. And you cannot crumple the uniform. I could smoke it during SSM by wearing the white formal shirt and the black pants to school but now it would be totally weird to wear the cook's jacket and the clown pants on the bus. Even wearing it in a cab or a car would be weird. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I think I did well for the test today. Knife skills was done in 30 min but Chef had some complains with my carrot batonets and sliced onions. Heck, it's just 1 or 2 marks out of 50. And I did surprisingly smoothly for the main course as compared with the confusion in my mind last week. Too bad Kwok said my rice was overcooked when it tastes perfectly fine to me. Oh oh oh, btu 1 think that made me happy was his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*first bite*&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm... This is pretty good."&lt;br /&gt;*dips into sauce with second bite*&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm... This is very very good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCN Day is tomorrow so I'm getting another long weekend hehe. But I think 2H04's the best if their Culi is on Tuesday - 5 days holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-809478305557628130?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/809478305557628130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=809478305557628130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/809478305557628130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/809478305557628130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/11/thursdays.html' title='Thursdays'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7358885533964288573</id><published>2010-11-02T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:17:58.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAS</title><content type='html'>Rawr, the journey time to school is killing me! It used to take me 45 min to reach TP including the walking time and waiting time, but now it takes 1 hour 15 min at the mercy of Outram Park and Vivocity. Plus, squeezing on the MRT at 8am in the morning is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got 6 subjects with 3 group projects only. Phew, I hope it will be a lighter load as compared to the previous semesters with like a group project for every subject. And I think I'm going to love TTB. Too bad there's going to be online lessons. I mean, I don't mind them, but the problem is I have a tutorial at 2. And "class" ends at 1. Which means I can't complete the "class" at home before going to school. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And omg, talking to you for 2 minutes just now actually cheered me up and made my day. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7358885533964288573?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7358885533964288573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7358885533964288573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7358885533964288573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7358885533964288573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/11/tas.html' title='TAS'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4448345512952997433</id><published>2010-10-20T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:58:02.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain.</title><content type='html'>I can't move my mouth too suddenly or else it'll hurt real bad. Stitches feel weird in my mouth. Especially when the food has to roll over it when I'm swallowing. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet pretty much consists of porridge, congee and gruel because I can't bloody swallow anything hard. Damn, that sounded wrong. The point is, they can't fill me up and I feel hungry, but the pain just stops me from eating. If this goes on, I might be anorexic once the dentist takes out the stitches next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that I need someone to talk to. Not that I can talk in real life, but at least just pass the boredom of being bloody at home for the past 2 days. I can't go out because it would be super uncomfortable. This may be a little off-topic, but I still wish &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were still there every night by your phone. Well, at least the smses and Facebook posts this morning about the new classes next semester from the classmates occupied me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose we've moved on. I suppose I found someone I like already, but that's what I fear the most - someone I like. To be honest, I'm scared. I mean, yeah sure it's good to have company but I know where I stand. I want to tell her, but then again, I don't think I want to let anyone know. As you can see, apart from her being a female (duh), I've not let anything out. Maybe I should keep to myself from now on. Saves me from any humiliation even if I'm only doing it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going to JB tomorrow. Although it might be akin to killing myself since my tooth isn't healed yet. I wouldn't call it a tooth anymore, just a space of emptiness left behind by something which was with me pretty much all my life. You know, everytime I cross the causeway, I feel relaxed. Maybe it's the pace of life, or just the knowledge of being on a different piece of land where my stresses are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4448345512952997433?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4448345512952997433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4448345512952997433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4448345512952997433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4448345512952997433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain.html' title='Pain.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8880418127146928950</id><published>2010-10-18T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:02:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post!</title><content type='html'>O HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis iz mah tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLxCAjWbg5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/zHEkL8AgCVU/s1600/P1070383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLxCAjWbg5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/zHEkL8AgCVU/s400/P1070383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529367019760878482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up on Friday with a weird lump in my mouth. No, it's not mouth cancer because it didn't feel like a tumour. It felt like a tooth. But it was coated under my gum. So what I saw im the mirror was my pink gum in the shape of a molar tooth WTF. So called the dentist, but he wasn't free then. Only today. Finally got it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty difficult on Friday morning since I had prata for breakfast. I couldn't bite aka my jaws couldn't touch each other as how normal human beings close their mouth. But weirdly, the tooth sunk back after lunch. So astonishingly, I managed to have a salmon steak for dinner after church. And it was relatively painless until this morning when the tooth started to pop out again, but not as bad as Friday's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit weird since most people who have wisdom teeth (in my case, 3) would feel pain, but I felt nothing at all throughout these few years after my baby teeth dropped out. The Friday one was a hindrance, I still didn't feel any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the surgery, I couldn't feel the left side of my face and gums and tongue. It was like as if I had a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dF5khMtqpIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dF5khMtqpIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse said it would take 2 hours for the anaesthetic to wear off, so okay, I waited. Thankfully it went off at around 3.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more wisdom teeth to go. Since there's still no pain or hindrance whatsoever, let's see if I can wait till NS then take it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8880418127146928950?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8880418127146928950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8880418127146928950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8880418127146928950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8880418127146928950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/10/200th-post.html' title='200th Post!'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLxCAjWbg5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/zHEkL8AgCVU/s72-c/P1070383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-274547968650815689</id><published>2010-10-12T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:09:59.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLRsC7PK5II/AAAAAAAAAbY/4dRbHp03Gpo/s1600/P1070239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLRsC7PK5II/AAAAAAAAAbY/4dRbHp03Gpo/s400/P1070239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527161440207299714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLRsCRv0RcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LdMPrhN4LOo/s1600/P1070240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLRsCRv0RcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LdMPrhN4LOo/s400/P1070240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527161429069940162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's finally here, although albeit 2 years too late. 17's my register number during 4G's era so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-274547968650815689?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/274547968650815689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=274547968650815689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/274547968650815689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/274547968650815689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/10/class-jersey.html' title='Class Jersey'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLRsC7PK5II/AAAAAAAAAbY/4dRbHp03Gpo/s72-c/P1070239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-9184582438842394902</id><published>2010-10-11T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:41:46.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culi Stuff</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today (read 8.30am) because I thought that the collection date for the uniform and knives was today. Turns out to be the 15th when I opened my email. Life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't get is to have 3 separate collection venues, on 3 different timeframes, for 3 different items. I've done the shoes last week already, which was at Defu Lane. If a hurricane ever visited Singapore, Defu would be the first to be hit. And it would still look the same after the disaster. The knives will be at the Culinary Theatre for that 1 Friday for 1 bloody hour only. Uniforms will be from that damn factory at Aljunied again. Luckily it's near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But steeeeeel, wouldn't it be easier to have just 1 collection and payment point for all of us? Plus, a lot of money if flying around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLL3wJ-2FeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/niSsAqivYmU/s1600/Culi+Stuff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLL3wJ-2FeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/niSsAqivYmU/s400/Culi+Stuff.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526752099422311906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, it will be SSM all over again. But this time, I'll just eavesdrop on all the scoldings heh. Let's see how my dishes fare in 6 months time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-9184582438842394902?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9184582438842394902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=9184582438842394902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/9184582438842394902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/9184582438842394902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/10/culi-stuff.html' title='Culi Stuff'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TLL3wJ-2FeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/niSsAqivYmU/s72-c/Culi+Stuff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4669264613121090686</id><published>2010-10-05T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:08:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays so far.</title><content type='html'>Well, this holidays have been the most screwed up I believe, thanks to YOG. First I had 4 weeks of nothing after the revision week, leaving me to die and revise on my own. Then exams came. I was unlucky enough to have papers on the first and last day of the exams. And I have 3 papers. So it was a stressful week in between. Grr. Waited 1 week for the results and thank God I passed Accounting. But reality check, I have 3 weeks of holidays left. Like whaaaaaaaat? I was only able to enjoy myself after the papers dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. Let's just make the best out of my time. I've been to Malaysia 6 times during this period. Oh and hey! I'm going again on Thursday with Patricia, Shu Ting and Clement. Haha. Okay here's the itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830hrs: Meet at Kranji MRT Station. Board bus to Johor Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;0930hrs: Arrive at JB for Mac's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;1000hrs: Shopping. (Oh sorry, must write "free at leisure".)&lt;br /&gt;1130hrs: Buy ticket for the train back to Singapore. If girls still wanna shop, I'll sacrifice myself to go buy them first.&lt;br /&gt;1200hrs: Be at the station for Malaysian Immigration.&lt;br /&gt;1204hrs: Train arrives&lt;br /&gt;1335hrs: Arrive at Singapore Tanjung Pagar Railway Station with fond memories of your journe... ah screw TTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so don't be late hor. Late your problem, I know what shops I'm going to already haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4669264613121090686?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4669264613121090686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4669264613121090686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4669264613121090686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4669264613121090686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/10/holidays-so-far.html' title='The holidays so far.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5291500355211515011</id><published>2010-10-02T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:00:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch of Malaysian Rail Tourism</title><content type='html'>Not that I didn't know about it, it was already on Fazil's Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was in KL on Thursday and so happened met Dr Aminuddin. So we chatted for a little while when, well, this conversation took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So, you're still studying?&lt;br /&gt;N: Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, what are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;N: I'm doing a Diploma in Hospitality and Tourism Management, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh interesting, when are you going home?&lt;br /&gt;N: After this event sir.&lt;br /&gt;A: Wow, thanks for your support.&lt;br /&gt;N: *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;A: So anyway, I'll be popping by Singapore tomorrow for the launch of the Malaysian Rail Tourism thing. If you have the time, you should attend this function.&lt;br /&gt;N: Sure, what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;A: Should be around 3.&lt;br /&gt;N: Okay see you tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words changed since I couldn't recall it word for word. Damn, a personal invite from the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, I met him to have a short chat again. Thankfully he recognised me so he kinda went through his polis bantuan security to chat with us. After taking a photo with Azmee, it was my turn. But the police guy decided to drag him away instead. So our friend here still turned back to talk to us while walking away and asked us to join him for the refreshments. Great guy to be the President. Stupid police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least still I got a shot with him from the Raya event in KL instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5291500355211515011?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5291500355211515011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5291500355211515011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5291500355211515011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5291500355211515011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/10/launch-of-malaysian-rail-tourism.html' title='Launch of Malaysian Rail Tourism'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5031249399633965437</id><published>2010-09-22T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:42:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38900-19100-09000-16500-38900 (3)</title><content type='html'>Or 19100-38900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are station codes. Yeah I typed that in because KL Trip Day 1/2/3 would be too boring. And it's not like people read this so weehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the morning with a short quarrel with my parents because I wanted to take the Hybrid (which they wouldn't understand, so I used the term "spoiled train", whatever that means) but they wanted me to shop. Yeah, the only time you see the words "Nicholas" and "shops" together is if there's 2 more words behind called "for trains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent an ass of an hour at KL Sentral not catching one in sight. They got replaced by EMUs. Good for the company because they're repairing the trains (I hope), but not good for me. So I decided to catch the next train to the Old KL Railway Station instead to see their museum. And what do you know! The 81 Class I hoped for finally arrived. Too bad it came like a day too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dP_L0DS7miE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dP_L0DS7miE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 units purchased, 4 units left surviving. And I took one of them hehe. If you're wondering what happened to the first ever electric train of Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnmDBxXyWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6YJzOL_uPII/s1600/P1050543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnmDBxXyWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6YJzOL_uPII/s400/P1050543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519695758008764770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I said in the first post that this would be a summary of my trip, &lt;s&gt;partly because I'm lazy to write out everything&lt;/s&gt;, so I shan't post pics of everything I saw but just stuff that intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnorwlwpVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gRDVUgQSHR4/s1600/P1050647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnorwlwpVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gRDVUgQSHR4/s400/P1050647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519698656794551634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to source for information about the Singapore railways only when I was in KL. Hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnorS2oJvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t1E46UXB2Ik/s1600/P1050655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnorS2oJvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t1E46UXB2Ik/s400/P1050655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519698648812234482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said this lock wasn't in use anymore. Hmm... Where's the sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnorNSq5cI/AAAAAAAAAaA/76cK3ohlQfI/s1600/P1050656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnorNSq5cI/AAAAAAAAAaA/76cK3ohlQfI/s400/P1050656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519698647319242178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah there it is. In the background. It says in use "between 1940 and 1970".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnoqjlr2KI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/O7kckEXwpDU/s1600/P1040356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnoqjlr2KI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/O7kckEXwpDU/s400/P1040356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519698636124706978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's this at Bukit Timah? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was then back to the hotel to get the bags and everything. But just to make my RM1 worth, I took a trip back to KL Sentral instead of heading straight to Pasar Seni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnqAC0MxUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hPAFRbJx1qc/s1600/P1050672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnqAC0MxUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hPAFRbJx1qc/s400/P1050672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519700104795964738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! 82 Class. So I managed to try out all 3 EMUs this time round for KTM Komuter, and tried out all the other lines in the Klang Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was off back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsB7mqsUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Wyr7gxwXKH4/s1600/P1050676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsB7mqsUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Wyr7gxwXKH4/s400/P1050676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519702336243151170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was real coffee in the pots but it was too good to be true. They were just stained brown. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsBa6SjNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/erLenus4Qsw/s1600/P1050683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsBa6SjNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/erLenus4Qsw/s400/P1050683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519702327467085010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Class snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsAyYSluI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7dNIWPgvzK0/s1600/P1050701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsAyYSluI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7dNIWPgvzK0/s400/P1050701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519702316587063010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Dickson Line. Or rather, what's left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsARM8-yI/AAAAAAAAAao/AVGicNY8p9E/s1600/P1050724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsARM8-yI/AAAAAAAAAao/AVGicNY8p9E/s400/P1050724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519702307681139490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senawang station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsAOVVS4I/AAAAAAAAAag/kx9IXkigC9M/s1600/P1050756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnsAOVVS4I/AAAAAAAAAag/kx9IXkigC9M/s400/P1050756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519702306910980994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungai Gadut station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about it. Going to Danga City Mall tomorrow with Yuen. Malaysia should offer me PR status or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5031249399633965437?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5031249399633965437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5031249399633965437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5031249399633965437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5031249399633965437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/09/38900-19100-09000-16500-38900-3.html' title='38900-19100-09000-16500-38900 (3)'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJnmDBxXyWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6YJzOL_uPII/s72-c/P1050543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2824761275628118041</id><published>2010-09-15T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:17:56.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38900-19100-09000-16500-38900 (2)</title><content type='html'>Or 19100-09000-16500-19100. Getting the link now? Well, I hope you do after reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much government, company and personal politics, I finally got to ride on the ETS to Ipoh. A free and exclusive ride at that. Thank you, Dr Aminuddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvgP9f2gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/21_cJeH51gk/s1600/P1050319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvgP9f2gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/21_cJeH51gk/s400/P1050319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517172880848181762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvi3fUvOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SoMOcTxd-o0/s1600/P1050339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvi3fUvOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SoMOcTxd-o0/s400/P1050339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517172925818780898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDxcSWTUPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6f9-QyDUKo4/s1600/P1050474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDxcSWTUPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6f9-QyDUKo4/s400/P1050474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517175011792867570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvjYfcMaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X3kyNUfONLU/s1600/P1050390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvjYfcMaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X3kyNUfONLU/s400/P1050390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517172934677639586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvk-1GWyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FRLrnYIDU4k/s1600/P1050420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvk-1GWyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FRLrnYIDU4k/s400/P1050420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517172962148899618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally at Ipoh, the north-most point of my train trips so far. I hope the next trip will be from Bangkok though. Too bad we only had around 10 minutes to explore the station because we spent the first 15 minutes spotting 10up. Thankfully there was that oddly names Monorail Cafe open because they sold Nasi Lemak. Doesn't sound important eh? Shall explain more later. Next stop, Batang Kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1f73mLxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/lwHc4lqor8k/s1600/P1050493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1f73mLxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/lwHc4lqor8k/s400/P1050493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517179472524488466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1fEhhJfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jRuev1umvHY/s1600/P1050506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1fEhhJfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jRuev1umvHY/s400/P1050506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517179457667933682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1elPAfyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UNlX70Uyg5c/s1600/P1050500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1elPAfyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UNlX70Uyg5c/s400/P1050500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517179449268797218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1dWMHCOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6Dyh8vE3H6s/s1600/P1050503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1dWMHCOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6Dyh8vE3H6s/s400/P1050503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517179428050241762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1c0rqpyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dk-tQHy0tZA/s1600/58203_440939428336_706798336_4974413_1887301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJD1c0rqpyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dk-tQHy0tZA/s400/58203_440939428336_706798336_4974413_1887301_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517179419055793954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm not the only crazy one. (: We went to Abang Wan's house to deliver and collect some Plarail stuff. As seen from the pics, the Daiso yards were the ones I bought for him earlier and I gave him 2 AECs and 1 PGC, freshly painted. Plus other stuff he ordered from Kelvin from Hat Yai. In return, Kelvin collected 2 recyclable bags of "loaned" sceneries and tracks. Now that is serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lemme talk about our friend, Amir. He's the 4 year old kid seen in the pic. At first, he was really scared because he saw me for the first time. Which is good actually, you don't want your kid running happily away with a random stranger. But when he got to his house, he got really excited because Kelvin and I got all his goodies. Well, actually it was his father's, but he gets to play with them in the end. But he refused to greet us when we entered the house. So we were like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: "Ok I balik Kajang ah."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ya I balik Singapore ah."&lt;br /&gt;Abang Wan: "Ok! *shakes keys*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he relented. Now after some time, we were at the com discussing about OBB Railjet and the operations and seating and whatever, when Amir got all crazy with the new BCFs and coaches so we kinda ignored him. After about 2 minutes he got a bit pissed so he proclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir: "Ok I balik ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you balik lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kinda got stuck because he didn't know the next step. He was already at home. So beware, whatever you do, your kids will copy heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shall continue some other time since upstairs has stopped their knocking, giving me peace to sleep. Like wth? Hammering some kind of furniture at 12am?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the visit, we went to Midvalley instead. Now, I wasn't planning to fast while on holiday, and neither do I need to anyway. So I opened the bag of Famous Amos at Rawang while waiting for our train. I was hoping we could get an 81 Class so we could hide our food while eating on board, but an 83 Class came. Grr. For those of you unfamiliar, 81 Class has forward and backward facing seats similar to a tour coach, while 83 Class has side facing seats like an MRT. It was around 5.30 then. Remember when my last meal was? Yes, that small packet of Nasi Lemak. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting off the train at Midvalley (it's always a squeeze in the KTM Komuter), we heard a damn weird guy exitting the train at all. He was like moaning and screaming "excuse me" while attempting to get off. Chill man, so is a quarter of the train. Unfortunately, this guy had a Singaporean accent. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some wandering around at the basement of The Gardens, I showed Kelvin the new basement link to Midvalley. I think I'm more Malaysian than the locals. "/ We settled on Kenny Rogers after some debating in my mind. Here's the case. Kenny Roger's there is RM15.90. Singapore's is $13.90. Nuff said, let's eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJYn7odMKgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RYNG9SUV2TI/s1600/P1050560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJYn7odMKgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RYNG9SUV2TI/s400/P1050560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518642298814736898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Kelvin's dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJYn7LIDb3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/a6zpMG8KBnw/s1600/P1050559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJYn7LIDb3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/a6zpMG8KBnw/s400/P1050559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518642290941456242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's mine. Macaroni and Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Isetan, Robinsons, Metrojaya, Toys R Us and Jusco to look at some Plarail stuff. Yeah, that's 4 departmental stores in that 2 shopping malls. And they ask me why I like KL so much hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin got to go back to Kajang like after 3 minutes of waiting because his train was late. Good for him, no more 30 minute wait hell. I on the other hand waited like an additional 10 minutes. Thankfully they still had 15 minute frequency then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 will be up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2824761275628118041?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2824761275628118041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2824761275628118041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2824761275628118041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2824761275628118041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/09/38900-19100-09000-16500-38900-2.html' title='38900-19100-09000-16500-38900 (2)'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TJDvgP9f2gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/21_cJeH51gk/s72-c/P1050319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4590332588326154234</id><published>2010-09-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:31:38.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TIjttEVH_wI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4kxvjp57P74/s1600/Hari+Raya+Aidilfitri+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TIjttEVH_wI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4kxvjp57P74/s400/Hari+Raya+Aidilfitri+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514919102227414786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing up a random picture for each festival from now on. Comments? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4590332588326154234?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4590332588326154234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4590332588326154234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4590332588326154234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4590332588326154234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/09/semat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Semat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TIjttEVH_wI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4kxvjp57P74/s72-c/Hari+Raya+Aidilfitri+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6910094708276317491</id><published>2010-09-09T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:58:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Embarassing Number</title><content type='html'>While at Bukit Timah last Saturday, I received a phone call from a private number. Naturally, I picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, here's a background of the situation. Azmee was using Saiful's iPhone to call everybody in the office about 10 minutes ago, and using the station's phone to call too. I was in the signal box when the phone rang. So I went out to the platform to answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got out, I saw Azmee holding a phone as well. So I picked up and said in a draggy voice "Alooooooooooooo". The voice on the phone replied. It was a teenager's voice. A female one. Shit. So I quickly said "Er... Hi, you called me?" Thankfully it was a wrong number. But it probably had been a creepy time for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, I received another call from a house number the next day (Sunday). I was bathing so the call was missed. When I called back, I asked if she called me. She replied, "Er no lah, you wrong number already." Hello? You called me and you tell me that I've got the wrong number? Not very logical isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6910094708276317491?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6910094708276317491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6910094708276317491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6910094708276317491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6910094708276317491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/09/wrong-embarassing-number.html' title='Wrong Embarassing Number'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7704613892064431924</id><published>2010-08-25T20:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:01:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38900-19100-09000-16500-38900 (1)</title><content type='html'>My credit card number. HAHA. Nah, go figure out the above title if you're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might already know through Facebook, I went up to KL during the YOG Opening Ceremony weekend. I am so patriotic. Unlike my previous posts, this post wil be filled with the main highlights of the trip only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Kelvin at KL Sentral and we proceeded for rides around KL City. We stopped by Sungai Wang to check of the Litt Takk store had anything cheap for us. We found cheap stuff at Isetan at Lot 10 instead where there were tracks sold at 50% off. Next stop was Sogo, but we didn't find anything good there. Oh, the toilets there costs 30 sen to enter -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Batu Caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMUoLx4_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/91Wl5Eu7f6I/s1600/P1050236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMUoLx4_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/91Wl5Eu7f6I/s400/P1050236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509323267681412082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMULVKr4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pH1R5TSh-xA/s1600/P1050232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMULVKr4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pH1R5TSh-xA/s400/P1050232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509323259936157570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMTm0h9XI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0QAVgQ0Yp04/s1600/P1050231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMTm0h9XI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0QAVgQ0Yp04/s400/P1050231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509323250135594354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMTHZv1-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/IiQbE36TCV0/s1600/P1050229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMTHZv1-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/IiQbE36TCV0/s400/P1050229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509323241701758946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images were selected to show you how near the new station is to the temple grounds. Projects like these should have been approved and completed years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUNPsCHjxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5VKjXhHNlLw/s1600/P1050279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUNPsCHjxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5VKjXhHNlLw/s400/P1050279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509324282326912786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this Marist church in the evening. I think the crest looks too alike. Click on the picture for the full sized version. The bell sounded like somebody dropped a metal ball down 5 storeys from the next door building. To whoever who had said that St. Peter and Paul's bell was loud, you haven't heard anything yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There after was dinner at Italiannies. To tempt you first, here's a small selection of the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPli0l1gI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FGLlQpiU_q4/s1600/P1050285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPli0l1gI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FGLlQpiU_q4/s400/P1050285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509326856834635266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPlHQuZ1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/49BeyXe2UoY/s1600/P1050282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPlHQuZ1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/49BeyXe2UoY/s400/P1050282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509326849436444498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPkmV76VI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8TMo3fN5-1c/s1600/P1050281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPkmV76VI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8TMo3fN5-1c/s400/P1050281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509326840599931218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPkATEv6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/6Uh6xrhWaaM/s1600/P1050280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUPkATEv6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/6Uh6xrhWaaM/s400/P1050280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509326830387380130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All prices are in Ringgit. See why I don't like the Singapore branch now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the month of Ramadan, they had this buffet thing at RM42++ per person. Which gives you the buffet, drinks, a set soup (omg I did not just type that out), main course and dessert. Which reminds me of the KMJ meals actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the food. Don't scroll down if you're fasting and reading this before 7pm. Don't say I never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Blogger still doesn't allow me to upload the pics, due to some "Bad Request", whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to point out the fact that the buffet, soup, main course and dessert costs only RM42.90++ per person. That's less than $25. Try getting that value here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can get started on Day 2 if Blogger allows me to upload pics there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7704613892064431924?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7704613892064431924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7704613892064431924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7704613892064431924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7704613892064431924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/08/38900-19100-09000-16500-38900-1.html' title='38900-19100-09000-16500-38900 (1)'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/THUMUoLx4_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/91Wl5Eu7f6I/s72-c/P1050236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6983759703620780386</id><published>2010-08-12T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:01:55.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TGQLYmp6otI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l6gj7T_uTtg/s1600/NNG+Analytics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TGQLYmp6otI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l6gj7T_uTtg/s400/NNG+Analytics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504537161874711250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, this person who came from the United States. But seriously, what the heck kind of search is "fotos de train ktm di malaysia express"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it some language in the world I've not heard of before? Or are you just trying to act and type Malay. Or is it some Malay-French hybrid because... I dunno, because Melaka was a Portugese settlement before? Ok random. But people have tried using that on me using Google Translate and then they make no sense at all. You however, take it to an entirely new level by concocting your own lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, this is my personal blog. I have zero information about whatever news going on between the 2 Governments. Please go to The Straits Times website or something kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6983759703620780386?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6983759703620780386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6983759703620780386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6983759703620780386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6983759703620780386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/08/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/TGQLYmp6otI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l6gj7T_uTtg/s72-c/NNG+Analytics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-3189431754858632150</id><published>2010-08-11T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:30:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Overly Glorified Torch</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I was waiting for the bus to get me to the airport. Or at least somewhere there - needed to change bus. While waiting, I had 2 bodyguards from Cisco watching my every yawn and movement. That includes my slight heel movement while listening to my music. From their walkies, I'm pretty sure they were here to guard a small little burning fire that has no monetary or physical value from us evil-doers at the bus stop waiting for our escape (read bus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this bus stop is placed just after a T-junction. My bus finally showed up after about 10 minutes of waiting. It like stopped just at the red light. But this yellow vest guy decided to stand in the middle of the road when the green light came on, allowing all traffic to go except the one direction I needed. 2 bikes came, probably from some random school as an escort for the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would be all happy if the flame actually passed by but noooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 5 minutes later, your best friend decided to sod it and let the traffic go, assuming the flame was delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my problem. Does this YOG thing really need all the 5 lanes of Jalan Eunos to pass through? 7 lanes if you count the slip road to PIE. The road is already jammed for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I know. I've been on that road at 3am before. By closing the entire road suddenly, you just created Eunos Carpark. Here's an idea, how about stopping traffic ONLY when the flame comes? I mean, the runner can't possibly outrun a car that's travelling at probably 40km/h right? And how about the rest of us staring blankly at all those buses piling up behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only benefit I'm reaping from YOG is the 1 month study break. And I'll be off to KL and Ipoh this Friday night~ Good luck to all of you who volunteered yourselves and enjoy your free bus and MRT rides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-3189431754858632150?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3189431754858632150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=3189431754858632150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3189431754858632150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3189431754858632150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-overly-glorified-torch.html' title='Your Overly Glorified Torch'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8188857249767114844</id><published>2010-08-11T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:18:02.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure (?)</title><content type='html'>I guess there's just some things we will never know about. Oh well, sometimes knowing too much can also be a hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*The previous post, "Now this feels weird. But I'll do it anyway.", is still available, but upon request only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8188857249767114844?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8188857249767114844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8188857249767114844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8188857249767114844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8188857249767114844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/08/closure.html' title='Closure (?)'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-9037229557983589104</id><published>2010-07-28T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:15:38.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Train Stuff</title><content type='html'>If I still have visitors (please tag if you visit! :D), you would realise I've been posting a lot about trains. No, this is totally unrelated to that newspaper article. It's just that I have no time to blog personally, and all these are filler posts. If you go to my project blog, you will notice that I've copied and posted these here wholesale. Not all, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me for 2 weeks. 2 weeks to YOG break. Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah hey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-9037229557983589104?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9037229557983589104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=9037229557983589104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/9037229557983589104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/9037229557983589104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-train-stuff.html' title='Random Train Stuff'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6798314684182975356</id><published>2010-07-28T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:12:41.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kembara Mahkota Johor Actual Day</title><content type='html'>We went back up to JB again for the actual day event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5dWjvmDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vLxrD4vXSMg/s1600/P1040103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5dWjvmDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vLxrD4vXSMg/s400/P1040103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498958321453865010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is JB Sentral, the future railway hub of Johor. The Sultan officiated the opening of the building, and drove the first official train service out of the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5dwV7nXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yGMKaufCNVc/s1600/P1040107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5dwV7nXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yGMKaufCNVc/s400/P1040107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498958328375254386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5ed8Jm8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZdcIDLWzXgE/s1600/P1040109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5ed8Jm8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZdcIDLWzXgE/s400/P1040109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498958340615150530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the future ticketing counter for KTM when they move from the old railway station to here. Notice the new logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is no longer a KTM event, we were not invited by the Johor Government to join in this event. So we decided to catch a taxi to take us to Kempas Baru Railway Station, about 15 minutes away by train to spot the train. Unfortunately, the cab ride took us about half an hour. The meter said RM13.10 but I gave the driver RM15 instead since he didn't rip us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5ehQsEPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RRIzbCazHqs/s1600/P1040114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5ehQsEPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RRIzbCazHqs/s400/P1040114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498958341506601202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kempas Baru well decorated even though the train will not stop here throughout the 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAIfAYphI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TO_xcYCdJS8/s1600/P1040117-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAIfAYphI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TO_xcYCdJS8/s400/P1040117-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498965659525621266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24104 being the "scout coach", or rather, locomotive. This is to ensure that the drive for the Sultan will be a smooth one. Also, in any emergencies or if the current locomotive runs into problems, the scout coach will take over the locomotive attached to the rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAIi2mlbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d6VojZ-ENx0/s1600/P1040121-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAIi2mlbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d6VojZ-ENx0/s400/P1040121-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498965660558333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rake for the Kembara Mahkota Johor. Notice the Sultan waving to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt;, or the people of Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAJWoS71I/AAAAAAAAAJw/EXpkoVjjn_0/s1600/P1040123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAJWoS71I/AAAAAAAAAJw/EXpkoVjjn_0/s400/P1040123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498965674456969042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the departure, a locomotive came in and attached to the rake of containers heading to Singapore. The fireman (assistant locomotive driver) was our friend, Sulhan. We wanted to hitch a free ride but we decided to spend just a little bit more time at the station instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAJyayYVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uH61Oh5GxM4/s1600/P1040127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBAJyayYVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uH61Oh5GxM4/s400/P1040127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498965681916502354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 2up Ekspres Rakyat which was delayed for 2 hours to give way to the KMJ train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDVdTCa7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/puGbrIOWxyA/s1600/P1040133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDVdTCa7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/puGbrIOWxyA/s400/P1040133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498969180940168114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDV73y3HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GTNhQgDxPRo/s1600/P1040145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDV73y3HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GTNhQgDxPRo/s400/P1040145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498969189147401330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ride home is here! This is 15dn Ekspres Timuran which was delayed by about 2 hours because of the KMJ train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDWkWZcmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9GUf98m4Qkw/s1600/P1040156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDWkWZcmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9GUf98m4Qkw/s400/P1040156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498969200013177442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small preview of JB Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDW9SpoZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lz4Trpsgx8A/s1600/P1040165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBDW9SpoZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lz4Trpsgx8A/s400/P1040165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498969206708347282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our coach plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zE-uKfGpSzQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zE-uKfGpSzQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of our train passing through Bukit Timah Railway Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBHYa3ennI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Cw9HOduZ0rk/s1600/P1040208-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFBHYa3ennI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Cw9HOduZ0rk/s400/P1040208-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498973629873823346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how my pass might have looked like if I was invited for the actual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for the KMJ. There are actually more to blog but I'm worried that it may be confidential. I'll be looking forward to the next KTM event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6798314684182975356?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6798314684182975356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6798314684182975356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6798314684182975356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6798314684182975356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/07/kembara-mahkota-johor-actual-day.html' title='Kembara Mahkota Johor Actual Day'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TFA5dWjvmDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vLxrD4vXSMg/s72-c/P1040103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6339801991412187973</id><published>2010-07-13T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:38:45.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kembara Mahkota Johor Trial Run</title><content type='html'>I was away on 16 June for the annual event as said above where the Sultan of Johor goes out to see his people. This was the trial run where he was on training to get his locomotive driver's license. 4 of us from Singapore were invited to this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-71mS0RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9TEHgkxICYA/s1600/P1030840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-71mS0RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9TEHgkxICYA/s400/P1030840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493334843206062354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the test train. The train on the actual day (which I will write about in my next post) would have more coaches attached since the entire royal family will be on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-8FtMgUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LGZhwZa1Clg/s1600/P1030851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-8FtMgUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LGZhwZa1Clg/s400/P1030851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493334847529976130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Aminuddin Adnan, President of KTMB, inspecting the locomotive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-8pq4alI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jRDAJeTpU7c/s1600/P1030868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-8pq4alI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jRDAJeTpU7c/s400/P1030868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493334857183947346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the media pass which all of us were issued. While other people signed in as TV3, Astro, New Straits Times or other news bulletins, we signed in as KTMRFC which stands for the KTM Railway Fan Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-9azWkVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/47ARwzJpgMg/s1600/P1030876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-9azWkVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/47ARwzJpgMg/s400/P1030876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493334870372815186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-9DNp4wI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y3aUJxodj5o/s1600/P1030875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-9DNp4wI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Y3aUJxodj5o/s400/P1030875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493334864040682242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are food fit for a King being prepared on board. We were roped in for a taste test to evaluate the new caterer. They've passed our taste test and are now all around Malaysia selling food and drinks to passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJNJtDCCI/AAAAAAAAAII/bossB246eMA/s1600/Aminuddin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJNJtDCCI/AAAAAAAAAII/bossB246eMA/s400/Aminuddin+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493346135777151010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/fazil.ismail?ref=ts"&gt;Fazil&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us meeting Dr. Aminuddin. Not the glammest photo of me but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxA_8u0YwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DQqRkuVsCkg/s1600/P1030883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxA_8u0YwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DQqRkuVsCkg/s400/P1030883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493337112863597314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in the middle of nowhere to have lunch. This was named as Kulaijaya halt which will serve only this train on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBAUHmIAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xWpB89XX0kY/s1600/P1030886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBAUHmIAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xWpB89XX0kY/s400/P1030886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493337119141535746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our buffet spread in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBAzb7CUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/f8Muyj4mKEU/s1600/P1030894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBAzb7CUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/f8Muyj4mKEU/s400/P1030894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493337127548291394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBBQFf1gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WK7zZkyc-OM/s1600/P1030905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBBQFf1gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WK7zZkyc-OM/s400/P1030905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493337135238862338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBBqMeYgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LB-IuilWLZs/s1600/P1030908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxBBqMeYgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LB-IuilWLZs/s400/P1030908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493337142247449090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the interior of the royal coach for the day, also known as Selun Khas 2. A ticket on this would set you back RM4740 from KL to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJNhonxvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1_pwe8s_mao/s1600/P1030932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJNhonxvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1_pwe8s_mao/s400/P1030932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493346142201038578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet No. 2 was just beside Rengam Railway Station for some Nasi Briyani. This is inside the town hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJOTxHUxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S1Ad9AgbSsU/s1600/P1030934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJOTxHUxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S1Ad9AgbSsU/s400/P1030934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493346155658433298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back on the train to continue the journey! Here you can see some staff sleeping since they didn't get the night off, while the others behind are deciding which song to put on next for their karaoke session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJOgVMkSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YkF86z8gaB4/s1600/P1030936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxJOgVMkSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YkF86z8gaB4/s400/P1030936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493346159030997282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've arrived at Kluang to try their famous coffee, toast buns and eggs. Too bad they were so good that I forgot to take pictures of it. Here are packets of Nasi Lemak to make you drool though. They are very rich in coconut flavour and definitely at least 10 times beter than the ones you can get in Singapore. 1 packet costs only 70 sen. My friend bought 5 back for dinner on board the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to leave from Kluang station to catch the next train back to Singapore. The trial run continued on to Gemas and back to Johor Bahru the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxNM1BT9AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3RoF6nyUntU/s1600/P1030965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDxNM1BT9AI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3RoF6nyUntU/s400/P1030965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493350528271512578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we totally downgraded ourselves from the royal train to an economy class seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5uQWPWdbBQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5uQWPWdbBQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of our train passing through Bukit Timah Railway Station. Our driver was so fast that we arrived at Tanjung Pagar 15 minutes ahead of schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank KTM Corporate Communications for this opportunity and the free food. The total amount I paid was RM9 for my return ticket home, since I have concession fro the bus to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will be about the event on the actual day. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6339801991412187973?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6339801991412187973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6339801991412187973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6339801991412187973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6339801991412187973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/07/kembara-mahkota-johor-trial-run.html' title='Kembara Mahkota Johor Trial Run'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/TDw-71mS0RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9TEHgkxICYA/s72-c/P1030840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1747991494514780601</id><published>2010-06-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:36:06.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops.</title><content type='html'>Old stuff brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been doing a post properly yet. As in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; post. Yeah, whatever that means. You get my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, today's not the day. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Accounting tomorrow, or more specifically, Accounting for Hospitality and Tourism. The lecturer said that next semester we're gonna take &lt;u&gt;Management Accounting and Finance for Hospitality and Tourism&lt;/u&gt;. You can't get any more specific with those kind of subject names can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blogging about food on my next post. Yes, Italiannies is finally here in Singapore if you have been stalking me on Facebook. Reviews next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I realise I have to post reminders like these to push myself to blog. Even in SIWM Railways. But heck, at least in that blog, I get marks. I get marks to blog about KTM! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1747991494514780601?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1747991494514780601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1747991494514780601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1747991494514780601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1747991494514780601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoops.html' title='Whoops.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7095046558739301378</id><published>2010-05-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:21:41.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kowloon Motor Bus</title><content type='html'>Probably the most professional bus company in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jso9asRQDAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jso9asRQDAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7095046558739301378?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7095046558739301378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7095046558739301378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7095046558739301378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7095046558739301378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/05/kowloon-motor-bus.html' title='Kowloon Motor Bus'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-869435790850036078</id><published>2010-05-26T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:26:39.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Closure</title><content type='html'>No, I am not closing down my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1058645/1/.html"&gt;The current railway station in Tanjong Pagar is to relocate to Woodlands by July 2011.&lt;/a&gt; (Source: channelnewsasia.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involves removing the entire stretch of railway from Woodlands to Tanjung Pagar in July 2011, a stretch of more than 20km, which is also around the length of the island measured from north to south. Along with it, 108 years of history will be removed, from the start of the original stretch of the Singapore-Kranji Railway from Woodlands to Bukit Panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yXNdvthSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FQc7TAU3LkU/s1600/P1030544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yXNdvthSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FQc7TAU3LkU/s400/P1030544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417504554517794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjung Pagar Railway Station and Bukit Timah Railway Station will be conserved. However, these 2 stations have served passengers even before World War II. Although Bukit Timah Station is not for passenger use anymore, it has been operating for 78 years till date. Tanjung Pagar serves 11 trains a day, even in the wee hours of the morning, getting JB residents to their work in Singapore. Removing the station from Tanjung Pagar will deprive workers of a mode of transport direct to central Singapore. It is a choice mode of transport to those visiting Malaysia - trains are always full around 1 week prior to departure during festive periods and holidays.  The new boarding point at Woodlands will also inconvenience passengers who are staying at places like Tampines, Bedok, Serangoon, Ang Mo Kio, Toa Payoh, Telok Blangah and Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yWDaG7mzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rHAThb-OGqA/s1600/IMG_0003-2-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yWDaG7mzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rHAThb-OGqA/s400/IMG_0003-2-horz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475416232267848498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means removing the token system entirely from the southern stretch of the KTM railway network, which was coincidentally featured on The Straits Times on 3 May 2010. PM Lee also made a reply on the small editorial the very next day via The Straits Times Forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yWEOI4QqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/asD3s_06XMc/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yWEOI4QqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/asD3s_06XMc/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475416246234661538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many old buildings had to be forgone in the name of modernisation. Little did I expect that the Government would even think of removing the railway from Singapore. There are many worked examples of intercity trains around the world which has no problem with immigration. Take Hong Kong for example. Their intercity train terminus is located at Hung Hom. Based on geography, it would be like placing the station at Marina Bay. Immigration is done straight at the station itself without the need for passengers to alight at the border for immigration. Should the Singapore and Malaysian Government adopt this idea, there wouldn't be a need for 20 years of discussion over who owns the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly disappointed by the decision made by the powers of Singapore and Malaysia. From what I have heard, the KTMB Management is not happy as well, as they will see a fall in the number of passengers departing from Singapore. For the sake of modernisation, history has to be forgone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As seen on &lt;a href="http://siwmrailways.blogspot.com/"&gt;SIWM Railways&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-869435790850036078?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/869435790850036078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=869435790850036078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/869435790850036078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/869435790850036078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-closure.html' title='A Sad Closure'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7_9RWtI3Ymw/S_yXNdvthSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FQc7TAU3LkU/s72-c/P1030544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6049958304219659876</id><published>2010-05-19T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:40:52.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S_PqFAOeZsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OoqZBnui9rI/s1600/P1030625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S_PqFAOeZsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OoqZBnui9rI/s400/P1030625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472975343866242754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pon MC. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6049958304219659876?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6049958304219659876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6049958304219659876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6049958304219659876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6049958304219659876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-bad-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a bad boy.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S_PqFAOeZsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OoqZBnui9rI/s72-c/P1030625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1195119648520065739</id><published>2010-05-12T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:51:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come come come.</title><content type='html'>Title quote taken from the Accountings lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a new site for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://siwmrailways.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://siwmrailways.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1195119648520065739?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1195119648520065739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1195119648520065739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1195119648520065739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1195119648520065739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-come-come.html' title='Come come come.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-882854171059334829</id><published>2010-05-06T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:52:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah HEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab_NEizckCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab_NEizckCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cheer, ladies and gentlemen, will be cheered during YOG for Team Singapore. Gee, I don't really know about you guys but when we were bowling, the basic cheer we got was probably "Go [name]!" and "Pick it up!" or "Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!111111".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine if SSP cheers this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws ball*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go [whoever]!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*strike*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeahhhhhhhhh!!! Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Hey&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Ho&lt;br /&gt;You are the one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Hey&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Ho&lt;br /&gt;You are the one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat of the Drum&lt;br /&gt;Feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Shout it out loud&lt;br /&gt;Make us so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Hey&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Ho&lt;br /&gt;You are the one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Hey&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Ho&lt;br /&gt;You are the one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time here we go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 games is going to take much longer than 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-882854171059334829?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/882854171059334829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=882854171059334829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/882854171059334829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/882854171059334829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-yeah-oh-yeah-oh-yeah-hey.html' title='Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah HEY!'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1992475718966985665</id><published>2010-04-22T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:20:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHLAO.</title><content type='html'>SIWM must blog. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1992475718966985665?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1992475718966985665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1992475718966985665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1992475718966985665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1992475718966985665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/wahlao.html' title='WAHLAO.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-3610121689900135078</id><published>2010-04-12T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:00:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortest Trip Ever.</title><content type='html'>I set off from my house at 1.20pm this afternoon and arrived back before 2pm. Turned back halfway at Kembangan MRT Station since I saw dark clouds approaching from the west. Guess when did it start to have thunder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. And it's not even drizzling yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-3610121689900135078?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3610121689900135078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=3610121689900135078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3610121689900135078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3610121689900135078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/shortest-trip-ever.html' title='Shortest Trip Ever.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8932743656087925379</id><published>2010-04-08T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:56:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>I decided to force myself to go to the F1 Pit Building today hehe. Finally after like a year of procrastinating. And the first thing I thought when I reached there was "Hey, Singapore shrunk". I mean seriously, I wasn't even tired yet even after cycling East Coast. Maybe my next destination should be Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was in some tourist's &lt;i&gt;Memoirs of Singapore&lt;/i&gt;. Dude, if you see this post, please send me the pic. I wanna see how I look in a panning shot cycling down the straight before Turn 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8932743656087925379?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8932743656087925379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8932743656087925379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8932743656087925379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8932743656087925379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7852007883345125415</id><published>2010-04-08T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:40:07.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIS STELLA MEE GORENG VIDEO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgUsrX-V9rM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgUsrX-V9rM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today we shall cook Mee Goreng." - Miss Liew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon this on YouTube while watching the Sec 4 Leaver's Ceremony video. Maybe it's to let the secret out. I think only Poh Wei knows how we got the A while Miss Liew was throwing down the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone realise that the noodles, bean sprouts, and egg are all uncooked? And you aren't supposed to reuse oil. NEA will kill you if they see that. Which pretty much means your onions weren't cooked. They were just burnt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, don't trust this video. It was probably made because she was lazy to read from the fail textbook and to get MITS to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you shouldn't have trusted a teacher who would say "Heat kuali and add 3 tablespoon oil", "Fry diced taukua until golden brown", "Add &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; mee and stir thoroughly". And she concentrated the salt and soya sauce onto the potatoes. Ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7852007883345125415?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7852007883345125415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7852007883345125415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7852007883345125415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7852007883345125415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/04/maris-stella-mee-goreng-video.html' title='MARIS STELLA MEE GORENG VIDEO!!'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4634930379404731164</id><published>2010-03-26T20:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:20:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st in the World. O RLY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ykNO9-YYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MD9SyrpOeSw/s1600/Skytrax+Top+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ykNO9-YYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MD9SyrpOeSw/s400/Skytrax+Top+10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452913796102119810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're number 1 again! Yay! We totally beat Incheon and Hong Kong and forced them down 1 place each. And I voted, okay. Heh heh. Service quality maxed out at 10/10. :p Oh but seriously. KLIA at 5th position? But Bangkok's finally in the Top 10. Congrats. Finally, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay! Congrats to the airport. Let's see what improvements are in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ylUl4F0BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/h-7mGxU-1lA/s1600/P1030147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ylUl4F0BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/h-7mGxU-1lA/s400/P1030147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452915022022168594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys? Look, you can't even view out at night with the double glass. There's no "gallery" there. Oh, but I totally love how you guys took the facade of Terminal 2 and put it as the layout of the 1990s. The one with the full length of the facade. And In-The-Air Terminal 3? On-The-Ground Terminal 2? Then what, In-The-Crash Terminal 1? I mean, you might as well take my suggestion since it's triple-glassed. Look, we can't even look out properly with a double glass. How do you expect us to view planes out of 3 panes of glass? Er, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, at least I can look forward to my chance of winning the Sony VAIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ykM7HPCxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b35Uz2l67so/s1600/Changi+Vaio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ykM7HPCxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b35Uz2l67so/s400/Changi+Vaio.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452913790772251410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. That wasn't very ethical of you to bribe your "fans" into voting for you is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4634930379404731164?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4634930379404731164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4634930379404731164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4634930379404731164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4634930379404731164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-in-world-o-rly.html' title='1st in the World. O RLY?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S6ykNO9-YYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MD9SyrpOeSw/s72-c/Skytrax+Top+10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2045683274045873558</id><published>2010-03-15T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:10:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>I seem to be saving too many posts as drafts. Maybe I should do like a private PostSecrets kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait a minute, they call that a diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2045683274045873558?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2045683274045873558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2045683274045873558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2045683274045873558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2045683274045873558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/03/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5384910101824213440</id><published>2010-03-12T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:18:04.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!1111111111oneoneoneoneone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S5nbOv0WlnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PcFv1paNXs4/s1600-h/Results+Sem1.2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S5nbOv0WlnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PcFv1paNXs4/s400/Results+Sem1.2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447626270682027634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I am now like extremely blissful, cheered, delighted, ecstatic, elated, elevated, enchanted, enraptured, euphoric, exalted, excited, exhilarated, exultant, fired up, flying high, gleeful, high, hopped up, in heaven, in high spirits, in seventh heaven, joyful, joyous, jubilant, on cloud nine, overjoyed, proud and puffed up because of this. Check it out! I expected to get Ds for OB and Micro but instead I got a D+ and a C! C dammit! For a maths-kinda subject! I guess prayers do get answered. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays till 18 April!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5384910101824213440?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5384910101824213440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5384910101824213440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5384910101824213440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5384910101824213440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeahhhhhhh1111111111oneoneoneoneone.html' title='YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!1111111111oneoneoneoneone'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/S5nbOv0WlnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PcFv1paNXs4/s72-c/Results+Sem1.2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2228267983435208512</id><published>2010-02-26T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:34:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom! (for less than 2 months)</title><content type='html'>Semester 1.2 is over! That makes me a Year 2 student. Whoa, feels surreal. Actually I'm not confident about OB and Micro, since well I failed OB mid-sem test and I got a D overall for Micro. Damn, I hope I just manage to scrape it thgough and get at least a D for both subjects so that I don't have to sit through the supplementary exams and risk retaking the subjects next semester. If I have to retake both, that makes it 11 subjects to study. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the future for a moment:&lt;br /&gt;- Accounting for Hospitality and Tourism&lt;br /&gt;- Travel and Tour Operations&lt;br /&gt;- Business Etiquette &amp; Service Excellence&lt;br /&gt;- Service Skills Methodology&lt;br /&gt;- Principles of Marketing for Hospitality and Tourism&lt;br /&gt;- Basics of Entrepreneurship&lt;br /&gt;- APEL 2&lt;br /&gt;- Over-the-counter Medicine (hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, that counts as 8 subjects only. I thought there was going to be CommSkills 3 or something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects I hope to ace in:&lt;br /&gt;- Travel and Tour Operations&lt;br /&gt;- Business Etiquette &amp; Service Excellence&lt;br /&gt;- Service Skills Methodology&lt;br /&gt;- Over-the-counter Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's just about half, out of which only 1 am I confident in getting an A or a Z in. My maths haven't improved since O Levels lahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the holidays agenda, I'll be popping by KL next weekend. On top of that, I'm tied up in church for Children's Liturgy. I'm presiding next next Sunday, powerpointing the same day, powerpointing Good Friday, powerpointing Easter Sunday, and *gasp* animating on Easter Sunday. FML. Yeah, and some wonder why I can do up powerpoint slides in under 30 minutes heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to drop to at least 70kg by the end of the holidays although 65 is the aim. But based in the calculations taught in Marist, it's unsafe. "/ Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make it to 70 by April 16 without ending up in hospital, that would be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2228267983435208512?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2228267983435208512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2228267983435208512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2228267983435208512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2228267983435208512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/02/freedom-for-less-than-2-months.html' title='Freedom! (for less than 2 months)'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7978348084050009300</id><published>2010-02-13T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:44:32.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I did a post about &lt;a href="http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-returns-blogging-begins.html"&gt;this woman who I met on the train on the way back from KL&lt;/a&gt;. I met her again last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after leaving the CYA room (without doing duty, sobs), went down the escalator, and hey! The bus was there waiting for me already. Great, so I had to run right? Went there, only to find a crowd backing away from the front door. Woman was arguing with the driver, only to figure out she was not happy for the driver confiscating her daughter's ez-link card. Watched the argument for a while before I pointed to the big purple sign above the driver which said something like "The Bus Captain is authorised to request, verify and retain a concession card" or something along those lines. Anyway, long story short, she shouted once again to the bus captain, "NO! YOU ARE WRONG! *storms back to seat*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, during the change of drivers, I asked a guy standing beside me what happened before. He told me that the bus captain confiscated the card of a girl (her daughter) because she refused to scan her card when she paid cash. When I looked at the girl, she looked like those kind of just-finish-O-levels kind of person. Hence, I deduced the following point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl had to pay adult fare since her card had expired, but refused to tap her card onto the reader as she knows the driver would know that she is NOT VALID FOR CONCESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, woman, first you treated me like some train servant. Now, you're teaching your dear daughter to cheat her fare on the bus. OH WAIT A MINUTE. YOU WENT ON THE TRAIN FOR FREE. HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN?! Seriously, what's wrong with your life? In the end, the bus captain had less time for his dinner, and you caused the rest of us 30 over passengers to get our journey delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for your accent, I would have thought you came from China but noooooooooo. What a disgrace to all Singaporeans, especially when you did it in our airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7978348084050009300?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7978348084050009300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7978348084050009300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7978348084050009300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7978348084050009300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/02/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8535108982310981300</id><published>2010-02-10T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:18:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentations and Tests</title><content type='html'>1 down, 2 more to go. I'll update on Saturday*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*subject to the amount of free time I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8535108982310981300?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8535108982310981300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8535108982310981300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8535108982310981300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8535108982310981300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/02/presentations-and-tests.html' title='Presentations and Tests'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5372059820446928795</id><published>2010-02-09T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:31:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I'm still alive thanks. Sorry to disapppoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the Blogger page hoping to fill this blog up with some stuff but noooooooooo. While other polys and even classmates have finished their projects, presentations and tests (with the exception of GeogTravel Class Test 2), my misery has been prolonged till the last day of school. That's right, CommSkills. Interview Role Play. 5 minutes or so. I'm gonna start school at 10.00am and finish at 10.05am. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have EIR presentation and portfolio submission. I was supposed to compile stuff since the start of the subject, but guess what? I scqeezed it all into this morning. Was planning to ton the night but nooooooo. I finished the whole thing in 1 and a half hours. Wow. 17 weeks squeezed into this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things on the agenda, but so little time this week. Will update more after Chinese New Year aka &lt;b&gt;Study Week&lt;/b&gt;. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5372059820446928795?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5372059820446928795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5372059820446928795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5372059820446928795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5372059820446928795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/02/fml.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7960923622174976510</id><published>2010-01-27T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:24:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines deadlines deadlines.</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't started to register my phone for twitter since months ago, I shall do some micro blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICRO'S DEADLINE IS ON THURSDAY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7960923622174976510?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7960923622174976510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7960923622174976510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7960923622174976510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7960923622174976510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/deadlines-deadlines-deadlines.html' title='Deadlines deadlines deadlines.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7672097921539836321</id><published>2010-01-20T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:11:24.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Apparently the internet in the lab is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm typing this post leh. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7672097921539836321?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7672097921539836321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7672097921539836321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7672097921539836321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7672097921539836321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1543333909213020652</id><published>2010-01-18T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:23:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess you aren't what I thought you were.</title><content type='html'>Fts, this blog is becoming more and more like a random Twitter. Constructive posts once projects submission datelines are over. Sorray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;join &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=270516399176&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;this Plarail group&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook!&lt;/span&gt; It's a "joint project" by Azmee, Kelvin and I. I'll be back in a few days (&lt; 30, depending on the amount of free time I have) excluding other short random posts that may pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; Yay! I have something else to notify people about. Magnus and I will be going to Hougang this Sunday to bowl at around... 12 or 1. Anybody wants to come along? This might be the last time to meet up before you guys get the JAE results and go to a JC and your life will be occupied with studies for 2 years heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1543333909213020652?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1543333909213020652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1543333909213020652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1543333909213020652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1543333909213020652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess-you-arent-what-i-thought-you.html' title='I guess you aren&apos;t what I thought you were.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4613856843721181802</id><published>2010-01-13T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:50:42.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ish.</title><content type='html'>I barely update this blog. Why would I have the time to update my EIR blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4613856843721181802?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4613856843721181802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4613856843721181802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4613856843721181802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4613856843721181802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/ish.html' title='Ish.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1279184303665720566</id><published>2010-01-11T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:15:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>Congrats to all the juniors! I trust that all of you have done well (although I do not have the statistics for the entire cohort yet). Not that I'm expecting you to pass by this blog anyway. Especially Magnus, 6 points after CCA deduction. See, I told you you sure get single digit one. One thing though, how come your CCA only 1 point? I was first reserve for like 3 years and I still got an A2 for CCA, i.e. 2 points deduction. Maybe you didn't tell Miss Chin about the Milo thing and all the other random competitions. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the school statistics once they decide to get it on the website okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt; 99.2% of you guys made it to JC and Poly i.e. 99.2% of you guys got 20 and below for L1R5. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updates shamelessly taken from Mr Paul Leong's Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; Sorry, Magnus got 6 points, 4 after CCA deduction. Smart ass. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I found the perfect weight loss plan. Not that I like or want it. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1279184303665720566?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1279184303665720566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1279184303665720566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1279184303665720566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1279184303665720566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1731247743818304362</id><published>2010-01-04T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:37:39.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Just a short revival post, looking back at 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my O Levels results and got posted to HTM. 3rd choice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling with Ming Yang and gang for the first time, although nowadays it's quite hard to meet up since they're all in SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started poly life. Still uncomfortable with some stuff, unlike MSHS. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowled my highest Tuesday league average at Superbowl Mount Faber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;199 210 139&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask about the third game. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KL by train. Nothing unusual about that but I haven't been up there byu train ever since, with the advent of Jetstar flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hit by a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Mid-semester test. Actually this lies in August and September. Go to my archives for September to see how I fared. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got accepted for CYA! + trainings and orientation which I was kinda uncomfortable in. But that's the past heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started Semester 1.2. All theory except for GeogTravel. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed the junior's Leaver's Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say my holidays were eventful in the wrong ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in 2 weeks time (or earlier, depending on the schedule) to give you more updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1731247743818304362?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1731247743818304362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1731247743818304362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1731247743818304362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1731247743818304362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-408055694078722754</id><published>2009-12-15T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:01:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>It is in best interests that I take the previous post(s) down. It appears that many of you are actually reading my blog but not leaving tags. Hur hur. Problem is, I can't see who you are, I can only see the amount of hits I'm getting. And I don't want the information to be running everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll resume blogging whenever. Damn you projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-408055694078722754?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/408055694078722754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=408055694078722754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/408055694078722754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/408055694078722754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-3794657414732562632</id><published>2009-12-02T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:52:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>My EIR wishlist on my EIR blog is coming true for Christmas!!!!!!!!!!111111 Sorry, random post, lesson quite boring today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-3794657414732562632?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3794657414732562632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=3794657414732562632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3794657414732562632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3794657414732562632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-3578853738377864109</id><published>2009-11-28T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:17:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maris Stella Leavers Ceremony 2009</title><content type='html'>I should've known. It would have been the same as last year's. Anyway, I decided to cab down to Upper Paya Lebar Road and catch the bus instead, since if I walked out to get 93, I would have been epically late. Totally regretted because I waited 10 minutes and 28, 93 and 158 all came together. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lum and Andrew Low in the basketball court toilet. Don't ask why we decided to meet in the toilet, it just happened. As we were walking up, we got stopped by many teachers, all of which we do not know personally. They were going like, "Why so late then you all come?!" Haha damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SxC_vsCPYJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/o-AZO0H9zRE/s1600/11247_182569105307_640810307_3444990_1010080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SxC_vsCPYJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/o-AZO0H9zRE/s400/11247_182569105307_640810307_3444990_1010080_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409033978467278994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Lum's friend and proceed to sit at the famous P19 (PIG) table again, this time with his class. Haha! They reused the papers they has last year, it was pretty crumpled. Typical Maris Stella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's ceremony was more budget. Instead of the toilet roll scrolls they gave us last year, this year was just a plain envelope with the school's stamp on the top left hand corner. With the big A4 prelim results inside, typical. But this year's gift was nicer. Last year we had the V-Formation photo which couldn't fit nicely in the V-Formation photo frame. This year, they each had a mug inscribed with their own names. But I overheard they threw $13 extra in the miscellaneous fees at the start of the year. Typical Maris Stella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's food was great! First of all, it's free. Next, the dishes were more interesting with dry mee siam and fried rice. And cereal prawns! But the drinks ran out typically fast. Last year's was like plain rice with random meat/vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SxC_vd0EGhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/f9kdZYTYGUQ/s1600/11247_182569200307_640810307_3445004_5937619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SxC_vd0EGhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/f9kdZYTYGUQ/s400/11247_182569200307_640810307_3445004_5937619_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409033974649723410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to Maris Stella is never complete without messing around with the statues outside the hall. Actually, Lum, Andrew Low and I came in our uniforms, but I think we forgot to take pictures of us. Ah, who cares. Guys don't camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall skip the nEbO race post since there's nothing much to blog about anyway lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-3578853738377864109?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3578853738377864109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=3578853738377864109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3578853738377864109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3578853738377864109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/11/maris-stella-leavers-ceremony-2009.html' title='Maris Stella Leavers Ceremony 2009'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SxC_vsCPYJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/o-AZO0H9zRE/s72-c/11247_182569105307_640810307_3444990_1010080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-741933206173434209</id><published>2009-11-23T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:27:00.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise broken.</title><content type='html'>Gimme time rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things on the agenda:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marist Leaver's Ceremony 2009&lt;br /&gt;- nEbO race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-741933206173434209?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/741933206173434209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=741933206173434209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/741933206173434209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/741933206173434209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/11/promise-broken.html' title='Promise broken.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5867576287148611512</id><published>2009-11-20T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:49:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>I'll blog either tonight or tomorrow night. This blog's been dead for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5867576287148611512?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5867576287148611512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5867576287148611512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5867576287148611512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5867576287148611512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/11/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7470143593212571556</id><published>2009-11-12T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:51:15.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more juice.</title><content type='html'>Haven't said that phrase since the last bowling training which was eons ago. This blog has officially no substance. Lemme get some inspiration before I get back to regular blogging. Oh wait, since when did I do that. "/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7470143593212571556?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7470143593212571556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7470143593212571556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7470143593212571556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7470143593212571556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-more-juice.html' title='No more juice.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5420551075898503376</id><published>2009-10-28T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:23:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youuuuuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>I was on the bus the other day. No surprise there. At intersections, bus captains driving on the same service would usually wave to each other, maybe blink headlights. What happened the other say totally surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on 145 to Bugis, and yeah, the bus stopped at an intersection. Maxwell Road if you must know. So, blink headlights, yadayadayada, then the bus captain on the other bus started to dance Soulja Boy in his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SufVKP_8YRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/O_2JFyqyrlI/s1600-h/original_1054586043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SufVKP_8YRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/O_2JFyqyrlI/s400/original_1054586043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397517050496966930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else had strange encounters lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5420551075898503376?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5420551075898503376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5420551075898503376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5420551075898503376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5420551075898503376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/10/youuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='Youuuuuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SufVKP_8YRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/O_2JFyqyrlI/s72-c/original_1054586043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2376904505406526054</id><published>2009-10-26T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:32:37.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shingz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpHoHJ4DFIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpHoHJ4DFIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the &lt;b&gt;shingz&lt;/b&gt; up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2376904505406526054?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2376904505406526054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2376904505406526054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2376904505406526054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2376904505406526054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/10/shingz.html' title='Shingz'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8188324198348968447</id><published>2009-10-19T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:23:15.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2HWH</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging, yet I don't feel like blogging. Should I? Public Speaking lecture starts in 47 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag on the tagboard if you want me to blog. Maybe I'll do it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8188324198348968447?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8188324198348968447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8188324198348968447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8188324198348968447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8188324198348968447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/10/2hwh.html' title='2HWH'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4547666345709775885</id><published>2009-10-06T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:49:10.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Buckle Up</title><content type='html'>I know I've been posting a lot of Singapore Fails lately, but just bear with me for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l44UocjvGV4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l44UocjvGV4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that even Mr. Buckle Up forgot his own tagline when the kid repeats it to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4547666345709775885?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4547666345709775885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4547666345709775885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4547666345709775885'/><link 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFh9Su_SiM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFh9Su_SiM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, if you can, tell me who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional, tell me which Foreign Talent she got the idea from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can only answer the latter, then congratulations, you don't even know your own country's famous singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need the lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling like a millionaire,&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street with the wind in my hair,&lt;br /&gt;All the boys stare, say I look so good,&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not cocky but I knew that they would,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go my life is a party,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a worry, the sun keeps on shining on me,&lt;br /&gt;Look how it's shining on me, (Oh),&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing, look out cause I'm coming,&lt;br /&gt;The street is my runway and everyone's looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;All of their eyes are on me, (All of their eyes are on me)&lt;br /&gt;And I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so beautiful, (I'm lovely),&lt;br /&gt;Can't no one tell me no (I'm fancy free),&lt;br /&gt;My life's a circus show (It's lovely),&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go (I'm fancy free),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee, dee, dee, dee,&lt;br /&gt;Dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee,&lt;br /&gt;Dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fancy free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels just like I'm on a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Made my wish to be a super star,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong and dreams don't come true,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make today what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your say, you can't break my high,&lt;br /&gt;You should join me on my carpet ride,&lt;br /&gt;Let's play, what you say,&lt;br /&gt;Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy,&lt;br /&gt;See that's your problem right there,&lt;br /&gt;You're too cool, (yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to have fun, stop worrying so much,&lt;br /&gt;And just follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Can't no one tell me no,&lt;br /&gt;My life's a circus show,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fancy free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8956853978513150495?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8956853978513150495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5618647455828304519</id><published>2009-09-18T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:33:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilli Crab and Hainanese Chicken Rice is Authentic Malaysian Food</title><content type='html'>Just saw this on mrbrown's blog and it got me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SrOoHDoH2EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nODNhhAQErU/s1600-h/6a00d83451b52369e20120a5d055c5970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SrOoHDoH2EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nODNhhAQErU/s400/6a00d83451b52369e20120a5d055c5970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382830818824017986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't 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/&gt;BCC1002 Fundamentals of Food &amp; Beverage   &lt;b&gt;D+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCS1001 Communication Skills 1   &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEC1002 Macroeconomics   &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHT1010 Introduction to Hospitality &amp; Tourism   &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLO1004 Research for Hospitality &amp; Tourism   &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCD1001 Applied Principles for Effective Living 1   &lt;b&gt;Pass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1726664794181344350?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1726664794181344350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1726664794181344350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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using Photobucket or Flickr, so get ready for wall of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might already know, I got in for CYA. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the good part. Training/orientation is on Monday, which isn't so much of a problem since it's the holidays. Oh wait, there goes the plan to go back Marist. Oh well, no plan is perfect. Anyway, the problem is not waking up early, nor is it the 8 hour orientation. (Hey, spending 8 hours at the airport is like heaven.) It's... *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The 6 to 10pm schedule when school starts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really love the airport and I've been wanting this job since like Sec 2. In fact, I see the $10 allowance as a bonus - I would be willing to pay them $10 each time I worked, seriously. But then, I thought about it and came up with this little schedule for evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - School&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - School&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - School&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - School&lt;br /&gt;Friday - School/Church&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Church&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Nothing but according to Andre, Sabbath effectively bans be from working wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to go with Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're going "Eh school still can work what." in your heads, let me clarify. 1 term has gone. Projects may crop up way until 7 or 8 and when you get home, you continue working after dinner (if you even have the mood to eat). Things may get worse when certain problems occur, academically-related or otherwise. Now, I believe in not dragging down others. I'll screw myself, but I won't let others fall because of me. So if projects end at 8 and I'm supposed to be at the airport at 5.30, how? Heck, since the timetable isn't out yet, I won't know if I have classes that end at 6 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not choosing Friday because it's the day I attend weekday mass at St. Joseph's Church (Victoria St.) with Andre and Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I attend sunset mass at either Queen of Peace, OLPS, Sts. Peter and Paul, St. Joseph's (Bukit Timah) ot St. Joseph's (Victoria St.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is literally a full day if I choose to work then, but it'll be the safest bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I'm worried about is time to complete projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today, 09/09/09, you made me the happiest guy on Earth. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8152944722571187788?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8152944722571187788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8152944722571187788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8152944722571187788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8152944722571187788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/09/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8669654051933695237</id><published>2009-09-05T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:02:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought STOMP was full of crap.</title><content type='html'>Here's an article from the Straits Times Forum yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No free water despite flight diversion, so crew chip in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I boarded Tiger Airways flight TR455 on Aug 26, what was supposed to be a 40-minute flight from Kuala Lumpur to Singapore turned out to be a four-hour ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid-flight, the pilot announced that he had to divert the plane to Batam to refuel, and Changi Airport was heavily congested with 11 planes waiting to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour after landing in Batam, I asked a stewardess to provide free drinking water to the 31 passengers on board. She politely refused, citing management policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, 10 minutes later, the stewardesses began distributing bottles of water to passengers. But when the stewardess who handed me a bottle of water told me the stewardesses were paying for it, I declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot subsequently approached me and asked if he could help. I repeated my request for free water which he refused several times, citing company policy. This happened even as water was being freely distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused and would appreciate an understanding of the following from Tiger Airways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why was the plane allowed to take off from Kuala Lumpur without first receiving an all-clear from Changi Airport? The thought of 11 planes waiting to land at almost the same time is disturbing, especially at a budget terminal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why was it necessary to refuel the plane during a 40-minute flight?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I must thank the stewardesses on board TR455 for deciding to serve water during the flight, at their own expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurence Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what?! I thought the letter will be of commendation or something. Here, lemme reply his questions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why was the plane allowed to take off from Kuala Lumpur without first receiving an all-clear from Changi Airport? The thought of 11 planes waiting to land at almost the same time is disturbing, especially at a budget terminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL Control and Singapore Control are 2 seperate controls, in 2 seperate nerve centers, in 2 seperate countries. How can Singapore give clearance to land even before the plane has not reached within sight of Singapore Control?! Like what you expect? This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TR455: Uh... GO CAT 455, requesting for clearance to land.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore ATC: GO CAT 455, roger. Please state your altitude and location. Erm... We can't seem to spot you on the radar here.&lt;br /&gt;TR455: Uh... GO CAT 455, altitude is 0 00ft and uh, we're still in KUL awaiting clearance for take-off because you haven't given me clearance to land.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore ATC: Ok, clear to land. We'll put the other planes on hold for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaht?? How about a flight from San Francisco then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the 11 planes waiting to land don't all land IN the Budget Terminal, the pair of runways are shared. Planes may dock at T1, T2, T3, BT, CIP Complex, Cargo Complex or other available slots out in the airfield. Heck, even JetQuay doesn't have the luxury of a private runway. Keep in mind about the other planes taking off too. You should go to London Heathrow sometime. 11 planes is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why was it necessary to refuel the plane during a 40-minute flight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think this is a car ah? Planes refuel only the amount needed for that trip and maybe an extra 15 minutes for situations like this. If the tank is full and the plane lands, it'll be too heavy. It may cause cracks along the runway, or worse, the plane will explode. Tai-chi will then occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SrII95iuKSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4IlfXimUhIs/s1600-h/128895947826028167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SrII95iuKSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4IlfXimUhIs/s400/128895947826028167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382374364172658978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8669654051933695237?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8669654051933695237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8669654051933695237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8669654051933695237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8669654051933695237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-thought-stomp-was-full-of-crap.html' title='And I thought STOMP was full of crap.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SrII95iuKSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4IlfXimUhIs/s72-c/128895947826028167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6527020504184792653</id><published>2009-08-26T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:35:04.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK Shopping List</title><content type='html'>Andre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSai-UKpI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_mbsyzog40/s1600-h/ph_rg100_02-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSai-UKpI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_mbsyzog40/s400/ph_rg100_02-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644190075693714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azreen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSi2KeBsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1zeJEWvqwYk/s1600-h/spd_20080623214833_b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSi2KeBsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1zeJEWvqwYk/s400/spd_20080623214833_b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644332665898690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSi2KeBsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1zeJEWvqwYk/s1600-h/spd_20080623214833_b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSi2KeBsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1zeJEWvqwYk/s400/spd_20080623214833_b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644332665898690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaS0wsEf4I/AAAAAAAAATA/5p81TOhwdxI/s1600-h/spd_20080623214833_b-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaS0wsEf4I/AAAAAAAAATA/5p81TOhwdxI/s400/spd_20080623214833_b-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644640433864578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaS1op67NI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sDX3zcav6Zs/s1600-h/j-04-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaS1op67NI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sDX3zcav6Zs/s400/j-04-horz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644655457234130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaS1fOEgxI/AAAAAAAAATI/8OqpHjIZjvE/s1600-h/e5529dcc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaS1fOEgxI/AAAAAAAAATI/8OqpHjIZjvE/s400/e5529dcc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644652924502802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and/or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I messed up your orders, kindly MSN me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I got accepted for Changi Youth Ambassador! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6527020504184792653?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6527020504184792653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6527020504184792653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6527020504184792653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6527020504184792653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/bkk-shopping-list.html' title='BKK Shopping List'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SpaSai-UKpI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_mbsyzog40/s72-c/ph_rg100_02-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7303721376347134644</id><published>2009-08-25T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:45:55.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honour of F&amp;B Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Wine: Pinot Noir&lt;br /&gt;Label: Joseph Drouhin Laforet, Bourgogne&lt;br /&gt;From: Burgundy, France&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Red&lt;br /&gt;How atas people describe it: The hue has usually a brilliant ruby-garnet colour. The nose offers effusive aromas of crushed berries (raspberry, redcurrant and blackcurrant come to mind). On the palate, the wine is full of charm and very pleasant to drink : fresh and fruity berry flavours with light and elegant tannins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to describe it in Singlish: This one red-red colour one, smell and taste like Ribena lai dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine: Carmenère Reserva&lt;br /&gt;Label: Caliterra&lt;br /&gt;From: Colchagua Valley, Chile&lt;br /&gt;Colour:Red&lt;br /&gt;How atas people describe it:The Carmenère Reserva is a well-balanced, elegant wine with a deep violet-red colour and a rich, round mouthfeel. The nose offers a complex range of aromas such as ripe plum, liquorice, and black and red pepper interwoven with chocolate and toasty notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to describe it in Singlish: This one, hor, the colour a bit the red, a bit the purpur. Like your face after some ah beng come and hoot you lai dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put inside your mouth, shiok shiok, round round, like some… ok, better not say in case my wife listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the smell, hor, a bit the cheem - got plum lah, puek kak (star anise) lah, , pepper lah, even got chocolate and toast (but no kaya). A bit chapalang lah, but cannot say lai dat. Must say ‘it’s complex’. Otherwise, how people spend money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine: Riesling&lt;br /&gt;Label: Chateau Ste Michelle&lt;br /&gt;From: Washington, USA&lt;br /&gt;Colour: White&lt;br /&gt;How atas people describe it: This is a dry, crisp, refreshing style of Riesling with beautiful fruit forward flavors, crisp acidity and an elegant finish. It offers brisk, Riesling character of white peach and mandarin oranges with a clean finish. An incredibly versatile wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to describe it in Singlish:This one, hor, very dry, very cripsy one. Like potato chip. But drink that time, hor, a bit like oleng joo, a bit like Qoo lai dat. This one very chin chai, anywhere also can drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine: Gewürztraminer&lt;br /&gt;Label: Columbia Crest Two Vines Gewürztraminer&lt;br /&gt;From: Washington, USA&lt;br /&gt;Colour: White&lt;br /&gt;How atas people describe it: This fruit forward wine accents classic Gewürztraminer characteristics of lychee, dried apricots and hints of rose petal. Subtle spicy-sweet fruit flavors linger through a refreshing, juicy finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to describe it in Singlish: This one got lychee taste, got apricot, even got a bit of bandong inside. Drinking it is like going to a hawker centre and order a mixed fruit juice lai dat. But of course more espensive, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/article.php?sid=2749"&gt;http://www.talkingcock.com/html/article.php?sid=2749&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7303721376347134644?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7303721376347134644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7303721376347134644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7303721376347134644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7303721376347134644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-honour-of-f-tomorrow.html' title='In Honour of F&amp;B Tomorrow'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4483470489811265945</id><published>2009-08-17T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:44:25.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac vs PC</title><content type='html'>Saw this a while ago and thought I'd share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxhcLQUZa5k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxhcLQUZa5k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ryfRtXfx2O4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ryfRtXfx2O4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QesHKMEB3C8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QesHKMEB3C8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siSHJfPWxs8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siSHJfPWxs8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to proper posts soon if I decide to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4483470489811265945?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4483470489811265945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4483470489811265945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4483470489811265945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4483470489811265945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/mac-vs-pc.html' title='Mac vs PC'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5000818525412929256</id><published>2009-08-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:46:30.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTnvqQFFc1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTnvqQFFc1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this video being played at the Marina Square NDP Roadshow. Hope this shows that Singapore is becoming more open now. Well, mrbrown hasn't been screwed by MDA for taking Electrico's work so this should be a good step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I almost bought an empty $15 funpack there. Cheat money one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5000818525412929256?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5000818525412929256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5000818525412929256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5000818525412929256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5000818525412929256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-see.html' title='What Do You See?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7407881475029152690</id><published>2009-08-06T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:36:46.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>The blogger window seems to be working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joseph and I were discussing about this article on STOMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=81753"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=81753&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SnpBVUFlumI/AAAAAAAAASA/zlNeFQtd6rg/s1600-h/msn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SnpBVUFlumI/AAAAAAAAASA/zlNeFQtd6rg/s400/msn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366673740390578786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SnpBVI4gAJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/euIMehuK4Fo/s1600-h/msn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SnpBVI4gAJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/euIMehuK4Fo/s400/msn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366673737382887570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puns are fun to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7407881475029152690?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7407881475029152690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7407881475029152690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7407881475029152690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7407881475029152690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SnpBVUFlumI/AAAAAAAAASA/zlNeFQtd6rg/s72-c/msn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-4092781912513432481</id><published>2009-08-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:59:02.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>The blogging frame is screwed. I'll update another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-4092781912513432481?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4092781912513432481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=4092781912513432481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4092781912513432481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/4092781912513432481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8398706258336113364</id><published>2009-07-19T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:47:55.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Joseph Forklifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SmMj9HVr9lI/AAAAAAAAARw/oWZGXvPl4Iw/s1600-h/5896_102846375911_563775911_2079820_3417316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SmMj9HVr9lI/AAAAAAAAARw/oWZGXvPl4Iw/s400/5896_102846375911_563775911_2079820_3417316_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360167514350024274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SmMf3FMisOI/AAAAAAAAARo/zs0ergm45vM/s1600-h/5896_102726225911_563775911_2077867_3765669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SmMf3FMisOI/AAAAAAAAARo/zs0ergm45vM/s400/5896_102726225911_563775911_2077867_3765669_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360163012649070818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures courtesy of Leslie Theseira Dominic Zhi Wei (I love typing your name out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, someone crashed the church I go to almost every Friday. According to Leslie, one of the gates along Victoria Street and the barriers and signboards at the front of the church are scrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, why would you want to forklift up a church in the middle of the night? A national monument at that? o_0 Culprit hasn't been caught though. Maybe I'll get to see the damage this Friday if the police haven't cleared up the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8398706258336113364?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8398706258336113364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8398706258336113364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8398706258336113364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8398706258336113364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-joseph-forklifted.html' title='St Joseph Forklifted'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SmMj9HVr9lI/AAAAAAAAARw/oWZGXvPl4Iw/s72-c/5896_102846375911_563775911_2079820_3417316_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1593918541727389981</id><published>2009-07-09T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:19:37.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How MSHS Are You?</title><content type='html'>Thanks Lum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. [X] You feel weird when you don't stand outside your classroom and take the Pledge.&lt;br /&gt;02. [X] You expect not to sing the National Anthem when its raining.&lt;br /&gt;03. [X] You complain and complain and complain about the lousy secondary side canteen food.&lt;br /&gt;04. [X] You eat the lousy canteen food anyway.&lt;br /&gt;05. [X] You bring your tissue to the toilet when nature calls.&lt;br /&gt;06. [X] You can say with confidence that MSHS has a storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;07. [X] You do e-Learning without the "Learning".&lt;br /&gt;08. [] You can play chinese chess anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;09. [X] You play tai di everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;10. [X] You remember 3B and 4B as "Chinatown".&lt;br /&gt;11. [X] You know that "healthier choice" means no choice.&lt;br /&gt;12. [X] You expect 100-plus to consist of 80% water.&lt;br /&gt;13. [X] You think all discipline masters have one hairstyle only.&lt;br /&gt;14. [X] Your class cannot end a school year without breaking a window pane.&lt;br /&gt;15. [X] Your 2.4km runs are never 2.4km long.&lt;br /&gt;16. [X] The average timing for your 2.4km run is equal to a 3km walk.&lt;br /&gt;17. [] You hate steep slopes.&lt;br /&gt;18. [X] You love music lessons.&lt;br /&gt;19. [X] You get pissed when you cannot pay by cashcard.&lt;br /&gt;20. [X] You have forgotten how to queue up for food.&lt;br /&gt;21. [X] You hate people who play basketball in the Multi-Purpose Court.&lt;br /&gt;22. [X] You love to play soccer in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;23. [] You burn all your food for Home Economics tests.&lt;br /&gt;24. [X] You get angry at your friends from other schools when they comment about your "bra" under the school uniform shirt.&lt;br /&gt;25. [X] You don't need an elevator to get you from the first floor to the seventh anymore.&lt;br /&gt;26. [X] You don't see a need to go to the toilet to change clothes.&lt;br /&gt;27. [X] You seldom feel like singing your school song.&lt;br /&gt;28. [X] When you do sing your school song, you find it hard to resist the urge to add "HEY!" after every line.&lt;br /&gt;29. [X] You forgot what a school song sounds like in English.&lt;br /&gt;30. [X] You can eat your chicken drumstick anywhere outside the canteen without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;31. [X] You either sleep or chat in those Monday Hall Assemblies.&lt;br /&gt;32. [] Of course, sometimes you don't attend them.&lt;br /&gt;33. [X] Your name tag stays off once lessons end.&lt;br /&gt;34. [X] Your shirt is perpetually not fully tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;35. [X] Your Lower Sec shorts are too baggy.&lt;br /&gt;36. [X] Your Upper Sec pants hide ankle or black socks.&lt;br /&gt;37. [X] You get a sense of satisfaction from stepping on your friends' new white shoes.&lt;br /&gt;38. [] You take the crowded 155 to Toa Payoh even though 28 is much more reliable.&lt;br /&gt;39. [] You hate MSHS councillors but aspire to be a student leader after O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;40. [X] You have a friend who got retained in Sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;41. [X] You have a friend who spent 10 years in MSHS.&lt;br /&gt;42. [X] You think dustbins are redundant when there are holes to stuff rubbish into.&lt;br /&gt;43. [X] You bow to teachers for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;44. [] You get your haircuts in school.&lt;br /&gt;45. [] You have been sent to iCAN before.&lt;br /&gt;46. [X] You think that no conversation is complete without vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;47. [X] You or one of your friends pulled down the pull-up bar.&lt;br /&gt;48. [X] You denounce MSHS whenever you get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;49. [X] You still miss your 4/5/6 years there.&lt;br /&gt;50. [X] You hate the fact that the MRT opened only after you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total score x 2 = 42 x 2 = &lt;b&gt;84%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1593918541727389981?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1593918541727389981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1593918541727389981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1593918541727389981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1593918541727389981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-mshs-are-you.html' title='How MSHS Are You?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1072795119396568040</id><published>2009-07-03T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:06:44.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit and Run</title><content type='html'>No, this is not a song title.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't some lame blog post title too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you sick, insensitive people go cheering, I'm alive and unscathed, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motorcycle squeezed through my bus and the zebra crossing kerb just opposite my house, knocking me on my right side of my body. I would say he was going around 40km/h? But the moment he hit me, he floored it and sped off. Nice going man, thanks a lot. Now being sensible, I chose to check on myself instead of remembering his bike's registration number. Typical Singaporeans behind me ran back to the pavement turning their heads around and closing their eyes, thinking nothing had happened if they didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I was just 1 cm ahead, I would be dead. That's how close I was to death. And with those people behind me, I bet no ambulance would come to my rescue too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you do NOT go past a zebra crossing without looking out for the pedestrians first. Secondly, You do NOT squeeze past or overtake a vehicle on a 1-lane road. Thirdly, you just freaking sped off. If I died and with those darn people behind me, who's gonna assist? No one. I'll just die an unjustified death. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this simple yet stupid problem, all that's needed to do is shift the bus stop 10 meters back. This will allow overtaking cars space to do so and eliminate the blind spots caused by the gigantic bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta bring this up to the RC tomorrow lest someone really dies soon because of these kind of moronic motorcyclists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1072795119396568040?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1072795119396568040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1072795119396568040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1072795119396568040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1072795119396568040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/07/hit-and-run.html' title='Hit and Run'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1675261298978961627</id><published>2009-06-23T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:07:14.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly = Slack?</title><content type='html'>Now: Projects till 6&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Projects till 7&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Same as Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Well, at least there's Paul the Musical on Friday to end the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1675261298978961627?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1675261298978961627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1675261298978961627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1675261298978961627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1675261298978961627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/poly-slack.html' title='Poly = Slack?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1830023600303210065</id><published>2009-06-22T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:00:06.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keretapi Tanah Melayu Antarabandar (KTM Intercity) is the national railway of Peninsular Malaysia. It has a wide coverage of the country with services from Kuala Lumpur extending down south to Singapore via Gemas, to the north-eastern town of Tumpat near the Thai border and up north to Butterworth and Hat Yai, a city in southern Thailand. It offers various classes of travel ranging from non-air-conditioned third class seats to plush air-conditioned private rooms with attached washroom and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field trip was conducted during my holiday to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. The onward trip was with the Ekspres Senandung Malam departing Singapore at 10pm and the return trip was with the Ekspres Rakyat, departing KL Sentral, the railway hub of Kuala Lumpur, at 2pm. The field trip report will be based on 2 classes, namely the Air-conditioned Day-Night Second (ADNS), commonly known as the second class sleeping berth, and the Air-conditioned First Class (AFC). It is also based on past experiences with the same services last year and as a real passenger to ticketing counter staff members and various staff on board the trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Service Expectations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on past experiences and other discussion on various railway forums based in Malaysia and Singapore, passengers see KTM Intercity as a provider of inefficient and uncomfortable transport between Singapore and Malaysia as compared with express coaches plying the same routes such as Transtar Express and AeroLine. It is also common to encounter delays as for the route between Seremban and Singapore, it is a single-tracked railway. A delay in one train will result in a domino effect in delays of other trains due to train crossings at stations with a loop line. The Ekspres Senandung Malam I took last year arrived in KL Sentral at 8.50am when the arrival time was printed as 6.30am on the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected the service standards to be the same as my previous trip plagued with delays and with unfriendly staff members who would just want to get their job done and not be bothered with the passengers anymore. As with the previous trip, I expected the trains to be delayed for departure for about half an hour, and arrival time to be delayed for about an hour. For staff at the ticketing counter, I expected them to give me short and direct replies again, in order for them to get to the next passenger in queue behind me impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Service Quality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjyqhJn5TII/AAAAAAAAARA/izddwBYaVBo/s1600-h/IMG_5067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjyqhJn5TII/AAAAAAAAARA/izddwBYaVBo/s400/IMG_5067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349337943904963714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the train departure from the Tanjung Pagar Railway Station just beside Keppel Road in Singapore, I joined the queue for some enquiries of my e-ticket which was purchased from the KTM website online and to ask for a timetable of the train. I was acknowledged by the counter staff with a simple “hi” and a smile. This impressed me as the counter staff who attended to me last year was not very friendly and wanted to process my enquiries as quickly as possible. I went on to ask him if I needed to exchange my e-ticket for a blue machine-printed one which all passengers had if they bought their tickets from the station and he replied that it was not a problem and that the ticket will be clipped with two holes as usual by the ticket checker before boarding the train. I went on to ask him for the timetable and he gave the timetable to me with his right hand. In Malaysian customs, this shows the courtesy he has for the person he is serving as the left hand is considered to be unclean. He proceeded to ask me if I had any other queries and he sent me off with a thank you and a smile. I rate this example with a high as this will make passengers feel welcome even before boarding the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sjyqhc11PYI/AAAAAAAAARI/tE3MHF_3cnU/s1600-h/IMG_5075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sjyqhc11PYI/AAAAAAAAARI/tE3MHF_3cnU/s400/IMG_5075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349337949063691650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Ekspres Senandung Malam train, the bed sheets were clean and properly tucked and the pillows were also firm enough to have the passengers feel comfortable for the trip to KL Sentral. This example is rated as a high. The train departed at 10pm sharp from Tanjung Pagar Railway Station. This was the first time that the train departed on the dot as compared with my previous trips. Again, this will be rated as a high. However, before arriving at Woodlands Train Checkpoint, no announcements were given. First time passengers were confused and brought down all their baggage for immigration when there was no need to. From past experiences, announcements were made for this for all express trains. This example will be rated with a low as it brought confusion to passengers especially those who are not Malaysian or Singaporean. The train attendant should have made the announcement even though it is a night train and his intention was perhaps not to disturb tired passengers. The train was delayed for 15 minutes at the checkpoint but this was due to passengers who were from India who had problems with their passports. Hence, it would be unfair to rate the delay as a service quality of KTM Intercity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before arrival at KL Sentral, there were again no announcements for the final stop of the train. Based on previous trips, announcements were given on where the taxi stands, coach bays, the Express Rail Link (ERL) to Kuala Lumpur International Airport, Kelana Jaya LRT line, KTM Komuter and KL StarRail (previously known as KL Monorail) were. I rate this example with an average as although there were no announcements, signs were available around the station in Bahasa Malaysia and English. We arrived in KL Sentral at 6.45am which means that the train was delayed for 22 minutes as the ticket stated that we would arrive at 6.23am. However, I believe that the delay was caused by the immigration problem before. I would rate this example as average. The delays could have been prevented by adding more loop lines to the network to avoid delays caused by crossing trains. We were delayed for about 10 minutes at Labis station in Johor to wait for an oncoming train. However, the section between Seremban and Gemas are currently being double-tracked so that a delay in an incoming train will not cause a delay in the outgoing train. The project is expected to be completed by January 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the KTM Intercity ticketing counter in KL Sentral, I met my Malaysian friend who was buying tickets to go to Tanjung Malim, a town north of Kuala Lumpur in Perak. He asked for an envelope to put his tickets in, which was usually given only to First Class passengers. The counter staff took the envelope and just placed it onto the table. I rate this example as average. Although the facilitating good was given, no eye or physical contact was given to the passengers, in this case, my friend and I. The counter staff should have been like her colleague I met in Singapore, friendly and accommodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the departure back to Singapore, we were allowed to access the First Class Lounge located at level 3 of the station as we were on First Class on the way back to Singapore. 2 staff members were in charge there, one was sleeping on the couch and the other was sleeping in the pantry. After meeting my friend who is the Senior Manager of Marketing for KTM Komuter, both staff members quickly got up and ran back to their work stations upon seeing her in the lounge. I rate the lounge staff service as low. Although the lounge didn’t serve snacks and drinks like an airline lounge in airports, staff members who are supposed to be in charge should not be sleeping on the job even though they have nothing to do and only behave when someone with seniority came in officially or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjysHBVtlpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2Z4oxLAWxL0/s1600-h/IMG_5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjysHBVtlpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2Z4oxLAWxL0/s400/IMG_5238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349339694027871890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Class coach has a 2-1 seating configuration with reclining seats, a table which can be stowed away when not in use and can rotate 180 degrees for discussion or small chat. The coach also features fully carpeted flooring, 2 automatic doors at each end, washrooms and Samsung LCD televisions. Although the train came from Butterworth, all the seats and flooring was still clean after the 6 hour journey. I rate this example as high as all the facilities were working properly and the cleaners on board has kept the train’s cleanliness in tip-top condition. The train departed at 2pm sharp. This time, announcements were made before the trip. The train attendant introduced himself, his assistant and our drivers in charge of this journey and told us the journey time and arrival time of the train, just like an airline. Announcements were made just before an arrival at every station in Bahasa Malaysia and English. This example is rated as high. The train departed on the dot again and announcements were clear to all passengers on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjysHWMKeRI/AAAAAAAAARY/QThwJa85TmU/s1600-h/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjysHWMKeRI/AAAAAAAAARY/QThwJa85TmU/s400/IMG_5202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349339699624966418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After departure from Serdang station, all First Class passengers received a bottle of mineral water and a coffee-flavored slice of cake. I rate this example as high. During my previous trips, only a cup of syrup drink was offered and no light snacks. The train continued to be on time even though there was a slight locomotive problem encountered at Gemas station. I rate this example as high as my previous trips have always been delayed for at least half an hour near the halfway point of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjysH_z-a1I/AAAAAAAAARg/RBtnE2CDKQM/s1600-h/IMG_5233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjysH_z-a1I/AAAAAAAAARg/RBtnE2CDKQM/s400/IMG_5233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349339710797802322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buffet coach where passengers could purchase hot and fresh meals on board was available. The canteen operators were friendly and accommodating although they did not fully understand English. I tried to order a Nasi Goreng and a sandwich in my simple Bahasa Malaysia and they tried to reply me in their mix of Bahasa Malaysia and English. I rate this example as average. Although the operators were very patient and understanding, other foreign passengers may not be able to communicate with them as they do not understand Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Tanjung Pagar Railway Station at 9.50pm. However, this was due to a passenger who was suspected of having a fever at Woodlands Train Checkpoint, causing a delay to the train as they double-checked the passenger with an oral thermometer. If not for the delay, we would have arrived on time at 9.30pm. The delay was not caused by KTM Intercity and it would be unfair to put them down for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, in a scale of 1 to 10 where 10 being excellent, I would give KTM Intercity a 6. The delays in the overall trips were minimal and were not directly caused by KTM Intercity. The comfort levels of the various classes have more or less remained the same as my previous trips. Some staff members have improved their attitude towards their work but some still remained nonchalant. However, overall things have improved as compared to last year, perhaps partly due to KTM’s aim to achieve an RM1 profit this year. I hope KTM Intercity can continue improving their services so that it will be on par with other express coach and airline competitors and achieve their target of getting an RM1 profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feedback forms were available from KTM Intercity during the field trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1830023600303210065?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1830023600303210065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1830023600303210065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1830023600303210065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1830023600303210065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title='Field Trip Report'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjyqhJn5TII/AAAAAAAAARA/izddwBYaVBo/s72-c/IMG_5067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2068665166437694203</id><published>2009-06-17T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:49:02.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Returns, Blogging Begins</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Back from KL yesterday, photos on Facebook already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 bad experience during this trip, by a Singaporean. Here's why I hate meeting Singaporeans overseas 'cause they think they're above the rest since they know how to speak English. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing a KTM Komuter T-shirt which probably made her misunderstood that I was a staff on board. As the train stopped at Kempas Baru station, I opened the door on the right as there was a cargo train in the loop line. As I closed the door before departure, she shouted. "LOCK! *points to door*" So I replied, "Excuse me?" Stunned, she replied in stammering English, "Have you locked the door? Please lock it. People will come up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 problems with her argument:&lt;br /&gt;1. If I lock it, the policemen at Johor Bahru station wouldn't be able to board the train for immigration. Who's to blame? Me, since I locked it.&lt;br /&gt;2. We are at the station. &lt;b&gt;People are SUPPOSED to come up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she probably didn't know the platform sides, I calmly told her, "The platform is on your side. People will not come in. Don't worry." She looked out and her face showed that she just got owned. So came her classic reply. &lt;b&gt;"So? You are wrong. LOCK IT!!!"&lt;/b&gt; So fine, I locked it but I was ready to go back and unlock it at JB should we arrive at Platform 2. Before I went back to my seat, I gave her that "watch out" stare. We arrived at Platform 1 later, so 1 walking trip saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the deal. You DO NOT ASSUME someone is a staff when wearing a certain T-shirt. If I wear a Hong Kong T-shirt with paus and siew mais on it, does that mean I hawk around the streets selling tim sum with my steamer pushcart? NO! Anyway I didn't continue with the ruckus since it was in the first class coach. C'mon, I know you don't exactly have a nice house to live in and sat on the stool just beside the door as a freeloader but can you at least ACT first class? If this was economy class, hoho, I would have just freaking proved to you that you failed kao kao and make you shut up for the entire trip. If I was in a bad mood before, I would have told the ticket conductor who would have just conveniently slapped you with a RM500 fine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you board the MRT and a crazy lady blocks the door at the station while shouting to the driver "CLOSE THE DOOR NOW!! PEOPLE WILL COME IN!!", you know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you guys a report on the train rides later next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2068665166437694203?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2068665166437694203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2068665166437694203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2068665166437694203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2068665166437694203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-returns-blogging-begins.html' title='Blogger Returns, Blogging Begins'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7524353020668414461</id><published>2009-06-12T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:11:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for that lyric post title. Can't think of anything to type today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on my way to the IT Show today and I sat in front of this supposedly normal guy. I was in the back row and this was the seating arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay dude - Me - Chinese Uncle - Empty seat - Indian guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. For some strange reason this guy stood instead of taking the seat. That is, until the bus braked. Yup, so he asked the Chinese uncle, "Excuse me please." I think the uncle was a regular on that bus so he stood up instead and walked over to another seat in front. Then came the interesting part. "Hahahahahahahhhahahaha wo yao sit down ni stand up. Siao one ah this guy." The Malay guy and I had the "oh f***" face the moment he did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next traffic light. Bus stopped again. The siao guy stomped his right foot down to the bus' floorboard and shouted, "OFFICER! SAH-LEW!" (It means salute.) and started shouting "SIN KA PO WAN SUI! ALL LAWYER ALL OFFICER OK LAH YOU ALL SUI NI DE. SUI BIAN ZUO HOR! :D" (Singapore live for thousand years! All lawyer all officer ok lah you all up to you. Anything you can do hor! :D) At this point the Indian guy left. As in he got off the bus at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's finally my stop, he heard my card sound (I think) and he started shouting about NS and erm, I shouldn't type it down here or else MINDEF and all the other NS folks will come and get this blog shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I guess interesting people come by your life sometimes, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a pair of in-ear earphones for $9, a keyboard vacuum cleaner thingy for $5 and an Imation 4GB thumbdrive for $20. The swivel type. Here's a little piece of advice. &lt;b&gt;Buy only from reputable brands.&lt;/b&gt; My earphones were from Qinet or 气.net or whatever and omg the quality hit the floor, man. Luckily it was only $9 and not $29 or something. The keyboard vacuum sucks (that's a good thing) and well, you probably can't go wrong with Imation thumbdrives. Er... Right? Cause I haven't opened it. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to KL tomorrow night! Genting on Monday for about an hour? May stock up on new trains. :D And finally my first project which I can choose to do along with my hobby. I may give you a train picture spam on Facebook when I get back, if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out today's daily puzzle on PuzzleBee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjJv8DtJ2II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8k_ZVEdrcHs/s1600-h/PuzzleBee+Hong+Kong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjJv8DtJ2II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8k_ZVEdrcHs/s400/PuzzleBee+Hong+Kong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346458785219729538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, hope I can go back there in winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7524353020668414461?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7524353020668414461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7524353020668414461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7524353020668414461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7524353020668414461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/youll-make-it-through-pain-weather.html' title='You&apos;ll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SjJv8DtJ2II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8k_ZVEdrcHs/s72-c/PuzzleBee+Hong+Kong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1098035275751052084</id><published>2009-06-08T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:13:09.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOMP?</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the MRT yesterday from Jurong East to Eunos. I found a seat at the end of the train, just beside the reserved seat. I slept between Outram Park? till about Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by a camera clicking sound. The one you hear on your handphones. &lt;s&gt;I turn my head to the east, nobody by my side. I turn my head to the west, still nobody beside.&lt;/s&gt; I turn my head to the north, there goes a guy fumbling to keep his phone in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a guy wearing brown snoozing beside an reserved seat with nobody standing in front, that's me. "/ Or perhaps &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;other websites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No life STOMPers ought to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1098035275751052084?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1098035275751052084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1098035275751052084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1098035275751052084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1098035275751052084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/stomp.html' title='STOMP?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7524002053266697184</id><published>2009-06-04T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:46:08.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KMnO4</title><content type='html'>Exam week. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the skin center today to get my hand eczema checked out and guess what I got as medication? I got a night cream, a moisturizer and potassium permanganate crystals. I was supposed to create an &lt;i&gt;aqueous solution&lt;/i&gt; with the crystals and soak my palm in it for 10 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna pour some alcohol or something in to make the thing go colourless man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7524002053266697184?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7524002053266697184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7524002053266697184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7524002053266697184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7524002053266697184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/06/kmno4.html' title='KMnO4'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1377376953920180147</id><published>2009-05-23T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:08:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Journey Starts Like That</title><content type='html'>Our courtesy standards have dropped so low that a contractor has to tell us what to do and what not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1i5es62BGQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1i5es62BGQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1377376953920180147?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1377376953920180147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1377376953920180147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1377376953920180147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1377376953920180147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-journey-starts-like-that.html' title='A Happy Journey Starts Like That'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-3153700507426552563</id><published>2009-05-21T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:19:24.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>Hello eebrebahdee. I screwed up my first IHT class test. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, i got this in Tuesday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/ShVTseWD3oI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rHAvP6HV8QY/s1600-h/19052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/ShVTseWD3oI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rHAvP6HV8QY/s400/19052009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338264956842532482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/ShVTsUyObpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RfhLdCqG0ec/s1600-h/19052009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/ShVTsUyObpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RfhLdCqG0ec/s400/19052009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338264954276310674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial is .NL by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a nice long chat with old friends (read ex-schoolmates) really help to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to MSH tomorrow! Anyone wanna come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-3153700507426552563?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3153700507426552563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=3153700507426552563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3153700507426552563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3153700507426552563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/ShVTseWD3oI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rHAvP6HV8QY/s72-c/19052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7714328732127885635</id><published>2009-05-14T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:44:15.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Tourism Video Ever</title><content type='html'>I was doing a little NTO research on my own and stumbled upon this 9 minute video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ga1Z4A8URe4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ga1Z4A8URe4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called &lt;i&gt;zai&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7714328732127885635?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7714328732127885635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7714328732127885635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7714328732127885635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7714328732127885635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-tourism-video-ever.html' title='Best Tourism Video Ever'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5653448225325684371</id><published>2009-05-01T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:47:46.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday Mayday Mayday</title><content type='html'>I realized that my previous post was incomplete. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I smsed Alwin during pool that I decided to back out from TP Bowling. Haha, sorry! Don't think I can handle that stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to cycle to Changi Village and back! From my place via Kembangan MRT using East Coast and Changi Beach. Because I retardedly washed my wound on the pavement (hey, you gorge out your flesh, you can't think properly anymore.), my bloodstain is a permanent fixture on the route. The patch is brown now. Was red 4, 5 weeks before though. Didn't bring my camera so I've got no pictures but if you really wanna see it, I'll bring you there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought that pineapple juice/syrup/fruit thing from the hawker center. When I told the auntie that she forgot to give me the satay stick, she went frantically, "Xiao xin hor!!! Bu yao luan lai hor!!!" (Careful hor! Don't anyhow hor!) So out I went back to my bicycle and no prizes for guessing what happened when I poked the pineapple too far in. Thankfully I was beside a grass patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back by the Loyang/Tampines/Bedok Reservior way. Uphill from Netheravon Road until the junction of the Pasir Ris PCN. Killer I tell you. I shifted gears so many times I was worried that my chain would fall out since I didn't bring any tissues with me. The rest was a breeze, except for a junction near TPJC where I wasn't sure of where to turn. So I did what I did best: observe buses. Didn't take long for an 8 to show up though, so I just followed it where it turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching my house, I realized that I should have just copied the 59 route and not looking at signs along the way. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I bought my suit for the presentation already! All Emilio Valentino. Quite an uncle brand but who cares. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: $15&lt;br /&gt;Pants: $15&lt;br /&gt;Tie: $8&lt;br /&gt;Belt: $10&lt;br /&gt;Blazer: You won't believe it. $30&lt;br /&gt;Total damage: $78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! To those who's planning to spend like $400, good luck! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5653448225325684371?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5653448225325684371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5653448225325684371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5653448225325684371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5653448225325684371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/05/mayday-mayday-mayday.html' title='Mayday Mayday Mayday'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2467473300863485617</id><published>2009-04-30T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:11:00.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back...</title><content type='html'>Week 2 is over! I'll just briefly describe the main points that happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Lay Ting's boyfriend fetching her from school in his motorbike. Haha! Oh, totally embarrassed myself in front of Alyn too. Anthony (GL) from Holqa was asking how was our Week 0 Orientation so I went classically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boring lor! My class like dead one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Alyn beside me. She gave me that o_o look. Crap! So I was like "Uhh, no offense, haha. *paiseh*" Followed by Bowling Forum. Wasn't sure if I could make it but I put my name down for the trials. Sequel at the bottom of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lab period! Learnt how to use SPSS which was quite a breeze actually. It's a more advanced Microsoft Excel so to speak. Comm Skills, same thing. Nothing much, went home at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macroecons lecture, boring. Comm Skills. I had to present for the group because I totally misunderstood what signals were the guys giving me. Sounds misleading but yeah, don't take it out of context. Jing Xiang was pointing to me the back of his hand the day before, then I was like "The time is 12.34" then the guys were all laughing like mad. After I lost the Oh Ya Bey Ya Som thing then I realised that they were telling me to throw black. -_- So I had to play scissors paper stone with Wei Fen to decide who would present for the group. I lost. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with Aizsa for the IHT lecture and we were laughing among ourselves that I could have left the lecture hall as I completed filling in the blanks for all 3 sheets of paper in 10 minutes, her filling up her fake application for SA or something and yeah, random stuff. Then this guy behind us halfway through the lecture went up to our ears and went "SHHHHHHHHHH!" Like wth lah! He himself was talking lor! By the way, IHT stands for Introduction to Hospitality and Tourism. The notes were about the world's best airports and hotels, IATA (pronounced eye-eh-tee-eh and not eye-ah-tah) codes, STB, etc. Of course I completed my notes so quickly. (: Aizsa said she's sitting beside me for the exams. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday (today!):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Supersize Me during F&amp;B Fundamentals today. Felt super super sleepy. I joined Alyn's clique for the POM project group too. 2 subjects with them already. IHT and this. Quite a mix of personalities there. Presented some lame bubble tea stall thing again. Why every time I present one?! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay food in BizPark is really good. I had Mee Rebus the day before and today I had Mee Soto. The meals cost $1.30. Really cheap and tasty and the portion's quite generous too. Don't be mislead by the sign which says "Nasi Padang" though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APEL. Nothing much, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheng Xiang, Lay Ting, Jing Xiang, Si Hui, Wei Fen and I went for pool after that. As the others weren't exactly sure of how to play it, Sheng Xiang and I decided to demo 1 round first. Totally stressed and pissed each other off at our last balls. Kept snooking each other and wasted about 10 minutes at that. (: The others were pretty good considering the fact that they don't pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bowling alley after that to get approached by a NeBo promoter. Lay Ting signed up for the membership straight away. Haha! Jing Xiang decided to play darts after that. The rest of us just joined in and started throwing it randomly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jing Xiang and Si Hui left, leaving me, Sheng Xiang and Lay Ting to walk around Tampines. Walked to Tampines Round Market to buy some retarded bubble tea which has no taste other that milk and tea, and then to Tampines One. Explored every single level of it except the basement and chatted about random stuff like Wii, PS3, et cetera. As we were walking out towards Tampines MRT for Lay Ting to meet her blogshop customer, I accidentally blurted out part of my innermost secrets. AHHHHHH!! So yeah, decided to pull her to a corner and tell her about it anyway. And of course, made her promise not to spread it around. (: Want to know what is it? Good luck trying to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off from Tampines MRT as I had a sudden headache. What a nice way to start the long weekend. Got a $1 coke from McDonald's and it disappeared. Haha! So much for the screening of Supersize Me just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Going cycling tomorrow to Changi Village if the weather permits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2467473300863485617?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2467473300863485617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2467473300863485617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2467473300863485617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2467473300863485617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back...'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-1216131607548889505</id><published>2009-04-23T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:48:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marist School Song?</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I have too much time on my hands. Time will disappear on Monday I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲：沈光辉 词：梁厚祥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;煌煌海星 圣母圣名&lt;br /&gt;炳炳烺烺 永放光明&lt;br /&gt;高悬世海 照彻狮城&lt;br /&gt;指明正路 引导前程&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;振兴教化 乐育群英&lt;br /&gt;阐扬学术 陶冶性情&lt;br /&gt;励以名节 持以坚贞&lt;br /&gt;勋以道德 动以至诚&lt;br /&gt;勿荒勿怠 精益求精&lt;br /&gt;勤勉忠勇 校训是行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu: Shen glorious words: Leung Hau-cheung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady of Holy Name煌煌starfish&lt;br /&gt;Lang Lang炳炳Wing放光明&lt;br /&gt;Sea World照彻Singapore hanging&lt;br /&gt;Specify the right to guide future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revitalization of education music education Qunying&lt;br /&gt;Speaking out loudly and clearly academic temperament temperament&lt;br /&gt;Patrick holds a section of a faithful&lt;br /&gt;Hoon to moral action in good faith&lt;br /&gt;No shortage of excellence not idle&lt;br /&gt;School Motto is diligent Zhongyong line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-1216131607548889505?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1216131607548889505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=1216131607548889505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1216131607548889505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/1216131607548889505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/marist-school-song.html' title='Marist School Song?'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-340325157350701161</id><published>2009-04-21T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:00:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot dot dot.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to dislike school. Why? I don't know. Environment perhaps? No fixed classrooms, no fixed lecturers, no fixed dress code. Grr, dress code. I'm a guy who doesn't like to dress up. My way of choosing what to wear is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Open the wardrobe door.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Grab a shirt hangar.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Grab a jeans or shorts, depending on what the weather is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, as you can see, I'm better off with a standard uniform and a standard dress code I can follow. For example, my fringe which is just touching my eyebrow is pissing me off. I'm such a good boy for the past 10 years. Never been caught for anything before. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's day 2 and I still haven't exactly "sinked in" yet. FOW was fun, Week 0 orientation was alright, but now it's going to be my turn to write what my JC readers told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orientation is the most fun part of your tertiary education life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. Just just now, Sheng Xiang, Jing Xiang, Wei Fen, Si Hui and I were doing our homework in Bizpark. You got that right. It's day 2. Come on, even JC hasn't exactly "started" on the first week. Poly life doesn't sound fun now right? Sure, I like the subjects, I might even use the word &lt;i&gt;interested&lt;/i&gt; for the first time here. This is coming from a guy who was almost retained in Sec 3 2 years ago, had to undergo a Confirmation Test, talk with the VP, and drop A Maths in order to advance into Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one believed I got into Hospitality and Tourism Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know yet, my main language spoken is English, followed by Malay with my paternal grandmother. Which is probably why I topped the class in English in Sec 3 and dropped dead down to 30th position when I flunked the rest of my subjects. My Maths teacher was shocked that I went from F9 for E Maths to an A2 in the end. My combined science went up from F9 to A1. My Bio went up from F9 to B4. I was shocked that by sacking my Chinese tutor, my grades went up from F9 to C5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mints, for getting me 3 distinctions and 1 super unexpected Bio grade, Shuyi for giving me that super-last-minute crash course on SS while sacrificing your own study time and some miracle for the Chinese compo topic which was about how to improve public transport in Singapore. I wrote 2 and a half pages on it and had half an hour to spare so I decided to write another page. This time I really do mean my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, this post sounds so emo. Oh well, the next one may not be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-340325157350701161?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/340325157350701161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=340325157350701161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/340325157350701161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/340325157350701161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot dot dot.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8642920529843217459</id><published>2009-04-16T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:59:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business School Orientation Day 1</title><content type='html'>FOW was more fun. Nuff' said. I want the Holqa love back! D: I'll just leave you with this song which is our new dance cheer I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MhfwoLdQjT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MhfwoLdQjT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=MhfwoLdQjT" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=MhfwoLdQjT" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=MhfwoLdQjT" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=MhfwoLdQjT" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/MhfwoLdQjT/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/IdLLZEM/music/symdUPta/the-pussycat-dolls-jai-ho-you-are-my-destiny-feat-nicol/"&gt;Jai Ho! (You Are My Destiny) [feat. Nicole Scherzinger] - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; Ok the song's broken from 1:20 onwards but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8642920529843217459?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8642920529843217459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8642920529843217459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8642920529843217459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8642920529843217459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/business-school-orientation-day-1.html' title='Business School Orientation Day 1'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-187710442459029902</id><published>2009-04-15T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:44:36.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over.</title><content type='html'>Oh look, the final sunset of the carefree holidays. Next one coming up in 48 years when I retire from my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I sound weirdly emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't follow the original plan of the last 3 days. I spent the first day bowling and covering the east side of Singapore by bus, and the second day the north and central parts of Singapore. Oh! And followed by Holqa outing at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bowled 2 games. First game was like crap. That house ball had some super huge gaps in the thumb hole, causing my thumb to bleed. Zzz. In the end, I had to use an 8 pound ball with like, a super big thumb hole. Plus shoes that can't slide. Damn. And somehow I managed to fluke a 171. I don't know how I did it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Sniper after that. And OMG this retarded China auntie asked, no wait, DEMANDED AND SHOUTED that we show her our EZ-Link and IC and making it sound like Amanda's fault that we had to give her our EZ-Link wth. We should have just done the "What's The Link? Ching!" thing in front of her lah. If I remembered correctly her name was Zhang something. Not that I'm narrowing it down for you or anything, comsidering there are like 7 million Zhangs in China according to the FedEx ad. We ended up missing like 5-10 minutes of the starting I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty nice for guys, buy boring for the girls. Heh. Not spoiling the movie for those who haven't watched it yet. I was watching out for the random appearance of the KMB, Citybus and NWFB buses along the roads. Oh, and that Tung Chung Line scene on the Tsing Ma bridge too. I know, I'm weird. Funny though, the whole movie was set in Hong Kong but instead of having the movie in Cantonese, the film was dubbed in Chinese and Hokkien. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the open space behind MacDonald's and the Level 2 Starbucks to play more games. And I realised I'm the only one who doesn't have an eye candy in the FO. Wthhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Something is seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for 1 hour pool after that which cost $12 bucks per hour per table. We split into 2 vs 3. On my table were Nicholas Liew and Zen, and Gerald, Joan and I. We won 2-1. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that ends the carefree holidays. Part 2 will commence in 2057.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-187710442459029902?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/187710442459029902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=187710442459029902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/187710442459029902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/187710442459029902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8218723465200418085</id><published>2009-04-12T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:11:02.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the final countdown.</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I have officially 3 more carefree weekdays left. Here's what I plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt; I will finally complete the Eastern Park Connectors on the bike. Yup, the same route I planned to take before I decided to lose some weight and took out flesh from my knee, foot and chin. Hurhur. If I have time, I may do a little extension to the end of Tanjong Rhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt; Bowling. Either at Marine Cove or SAFRA Tampines. So in case I really decide to join TP Bowling (or Team Temasek, whatever,), SAFRA Tampines is the home base I think. Gotta check with Alwin or Theodore if I happen to randomly chat them up on Friendster or Facebook. So kill two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt; Take buses around Singapore. Yes, I typed that correctly. Main stops will be Sembawang Shopping Centre (if I have time and decide to pop by Daiso) and Changi Airport to get my hair done. Yeah, so what if I go poly. I'm not used to long hair. But according to my FOW GLs and fellow freshies, my hair is very short. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I decide to upload photos on Facebook for these 3 days. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8218723465200418085?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8218723465200418085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8218723465200418085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8218723465200418085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8218723465200418085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s the final countdown.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-3997603355959806339</id><published>2009-04-08T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:58:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's events were damn fun! Will blog about the whole thing another day. Meanwhile, I'll just leave you with songs from the workshop/camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holqa's "Official Theme Song"&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DjEz6NTdAd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DjEz6NTdAd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=DjEz6NTdAd" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=DjEz6NTdAd" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=DjEz6NTdAd" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=DjEz6NTdAd" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/DjEz6NTdAd/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/NXKQZmi/music/JKxddLud/wonder-girls-nobodymp3/"&gt;[원더걸스(Wonder Girls)] Nobody.mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mass Dance Song&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KU-3jDUrpV/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KU-3jDUrpV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=KU-3jDUrpV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=KU-3jDUrpV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=KU-3jDUrpV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=KU-3jDUrpV" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/KU-3jDUrpV/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/princessurduja/music/zvIC-HTB/deadeye-dick-new-age-girl-mary-moonmp3/"&gt;Deadeye Dick - New Age Girl (Mary Moon).mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-3997603355959806339?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3997603355959806339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=3997603355959806339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3997603355959806339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/3997603355959806339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterdays-events-were-damn-fun-will.html' title=''/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6543828178575223390</id><published>2009-04-06T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:33:38.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTR "Model"</title><content type='html'>Hello! Back from the orientation workshop. And Joseph's off for the camp! Haha! May see him tomorrow if I manage to hunt him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says, I successfully repainted one of my trains. Here's the original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm8tJa0LsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/stBJc1Z9oaw/s1600-h/IMG_4444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm8tJa0LsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/stBJc1Z9oaw/s400/IMG_4444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321491918523477698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the repainted one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm9_-IG49I/AAAAAAAAAQc/qVdZ_xe4bBE/s1600-h/IMG_4780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm9_-IG49I/AAAAAAAAAQc/qVdZ_xe4bBE/s400/IMG_4780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321493341421364178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm9_4hzXqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/P_mFLxR8e60/s1600-h/IMG_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm9_4hzXqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/P_mFLxR8e60/s400/IMG_4774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321493339918524066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm9_VMj7nI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FMrIfvQxWu0/s1600-h/IMG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm9_VMj7nI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FMrIfvQxWu0/s400/IMG_4773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321493330434190962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6543828178575223390?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6543828178575223390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6543828178575223390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6543828178575223390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6543828178575223390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/04/mtr-model.html' title='MTR &quot;Model&quot;'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sdm8tJa0LsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/stBJc1Z9oaw/s72-c/IMG_4444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-6650576356824551669</id><published>2009-03-31T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:19:10.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Private blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; links will be deleted&lt;/span&gt; unless it's closed for "site renovations". If your blog is under "renovation" for whatever reasons, please tag on my tagboard on the left of this page. Links will be tidied up on &lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I never say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-6650576356824551669?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6650576356824551669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=6650576356824551669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6650576356824551669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/6650576356824551669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/warning.html' title='WARNING'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8490904800425801623</id><published>2009-03-30T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:19:38.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations on Wheels</title><content type='html'>Hi people. I went cycling today for the first time after my injury! So I met Mingyang and the others at Parkway Macs. Here's how a comversation with Mingyang went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So we going by runway right?&lt;br /&gt;Mingyang: No, we're going up by Kembangan to Pasir Ris Park, not going Changi Village.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WALAU!! THEN I MEET YOU GUYS HERE FOR WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those who don't know, I could have cut short my total journey by about 8km if I had met them at Bedok Reservior instead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It was rather uneventful with the exception of Joseph's crash and talking about F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the Tampines Round Market and saw this truck pin down a motorcycle. Like, the truck's front right wheel was not touching the ground. Mingyang's got the picture I think. So we went by the next junction into the hawker center. After putting the bikes down, we went to look for a local shop to get cheap drinks. We finally settled on 7 Eleven cause there weren't any provision shops on that stretch. We walked 1 round to reach that 7 Eleven. Great. And we found a "Car Big Gulp". Lol, pretty useless cup though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried onto Pasir Ris Park. It started raining when we reached there!! NOOOOOOOOO!! So we decided to cycle to the next empty shelter. (Well, the plan was to cycle till there's a thunderstorm but yeah, we kinda just abandon the plan.) Joseph needed to pee then. No toilets around. No prizes for guessing what Joseph did.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He came back with a yellow stain on his shirt. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I got a flat rear tire at the Upper Changi Road/NEWater part of the Park Connector. I highly suspect it's the sharp stones at the road divider &lt;s&gt;where we jaywalked&lt;/s&gt;. Yup, it got flaccider and flaccider as we went on. I finally died at Area D. Which is like 1km from Marine Cove wtf. It was so soft that you could squeeze the tube all the way with little effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the price of Mudpie McFlurry dropped from $2.70 to $2.50. Woohoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walked back to Parkway with Joseph singing from his iPod as usual. Got the cab back because I'm not cycling home with the frame screeching the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Probably going to Tampines tomorrow to get this thing fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8490904800425801623?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8490904800425801623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8490904800425801623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8490904800425801623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8490904800425801623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustrations-on-wheels.html' title='Frustrations on Wheels'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-2177224307091079024</id><published>2009-03-22T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:27:23.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhu Ghees</title><content type='html'>O HAI. Haven't been blogging for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reformatted my com today. Blue screen of death. ): To top it off, my speakers couldn't work just now. But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because of the kind sir &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Andre Joseph Theng&lt;/span&gt; who used Remote Assistance to help me out, the problem is fixed now. Thank you Andre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm such a nice guy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic, yeah we were half-minded whether to go to Macs, Yoshinoya or Pastamania for dinner. After walking around and ended up in Gramophone, we went to Yoshinoya. Hah. That outlet was such a squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! No thanks to my already stiff right leg so I can't manoeuvre around tables like I would like too. ): Leslie brought stuff back from London and New York/Philadelphia! I got a London bus keychain, 2 Underground maps, an Oyster Card and an Underground mousepad! Yay! :D Thanks Leslie! Andre got a New York Taxi and some other CDs I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to Gramophone for them to look at CDs followed by looking at TOMY trains at BHG. Yes, lame, I know. Then we went over to Kinokuniya because Andre needed to buy some grammar book. Then we decided to talk crap outside the store. Wheeeee~ And then I realised that the Konokuniya sensor system beeps at people who bring stuff INTO the store! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about the MRT power failure tomorrow. I got paid $14.25 to travel on the Book Lay Extension! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Term 2, to my JC readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-2177224307091079024?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2177224307091079024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=2177224307091079024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2177224307091079024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/2177224307091079024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/bhu-ghees.html' title='Bhu Ghees'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-446395369504645060</id><published>2009-03-10T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:35:59.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the pink</title><content type='html'>Everytime I roll over the four navigations on top *points points* I still see the freaking pink words that I don't know how to correct. It's starting to get on my nerves. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone willing to help me? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-446395369504645060?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/446395369504645060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=446395369504645060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/446395369504645060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/446395369504645060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-pink.html' title='In the pink'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8527145463111063617</id><published>2009-03-09T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:49:36.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maris Stella Fail</title><content type='html'>I was reading this &lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1127"  target="_blank"&gt;Star Blog post&lt;/a&gt; and found this little paragraph that doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SbUdDU4C_vI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hA3j3eXhdIA/s1600-h/Maris+Stella+Fail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SbUdDU4C_vI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hA3j3eXhdIA/s400/Maris+Stella+Fail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311183278533967602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessica. 5 years old. Maris Stella.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8527145463111063617?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8527145463111063617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8527145463111063617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8527145463111063617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8527145463111063617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/maris-stella-fail.html' title='Maris Stella Fail'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SbUdDU4C_vI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hA3j3eXhdIA/s72-c/Maris+Stella+Fail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-5667945456313000260</id><published>2009-03-08T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:36:48.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live it. Love it. Hong Kong.</title><content type='html'>I shall blog about the interesting things that happened while I was there. Actually there's only two but, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on the first night, we went to this Chinese restaurant in some hip young shopping centre between Mongkok and Yau Ma Tei. Imagine this. 3 floors of Heeren/Bugis stuff and on the 4th floor, poof, 1 whole level of that one Chinese restaurant. So anyway, the menu's all in Cantonese. Also known as Traditional Chinese. I am so screwed. So my mother decided to order the stuff anyway, and I tried to converse with the guy in Mandarin. He looked freaking blur. Okay, nevermind. I understand anyway. It's like a French guy coming up to me asking for directions in French. Yup. Anyway, food served, then his manager (I think) came up and told him in Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These people are from Singapore. You must speak to them in Chinese, Malay or Tamil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can understand Cantonese, just don't know how to reply.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what language he chose? I'll eliminate a choice for you. He didn't pick Tamil. (Duh. Like he knows how to speak it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sedap tak?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. PLEASE KILL ME. But I just played along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sedap. *smiles* Terima kasih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled back. Well, he did provide a service. Something which I didn't expect. Yup. And when we were about to leave, he kept saying terima kasih, terima kasih. I think those were the only 2 phrases he knew but it was good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other middle of the 4 days, nothing much happened. Or maybe just the curious stares from the locals about how the tourist can understand the difference between Green Minibus routes 20A, 20B, 20C, 20K, 22K, 23K, 25A, 25B and 25K and simply board the bus like any local. Wow, that was a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the departure from Hong Kong. ): And I had to guide people around again zzz. Do I really have the Hong Kong-er face to you? Anyway I was going to meet my parents shopping somewhere at the SkyMart and I was walking from the MTR little souvenir counter. (They ran out of Airport Express models nooooooooooooo.) So this German (I think) guy came up to me, unfolded this paper and pointed an address to me. Right. Level 5, Arrival Hall. How hard could that be? So I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2 floors down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he replied,&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Take the lift. This is Level 7."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*blank look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2 down."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Thinks of a word that he might know*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elevator? *points to the 2 of them right in front of us*"&lt;br /&gt;"AH! Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww come on, you just freaking walked past the information counter in front of me and behind you zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget, lemme leave you with this little picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SbO-4nLMeiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LWoH2SPDEC0/s1600-h/IMG_4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SbO-4nLMeiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LWoH2SPDEC0/s400/IMG_4231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310798265397836322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you saw it correctly. And fines work well there too. The country's much cleaner now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-5667945456313000260?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5667945456313000260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=5667945456313000260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5667945456313000260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/5667945456313000260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-it-love-it-hong-kong.html' title='Live it. Love it. Hong Kong.'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SbO-4nLMeiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LWoH2SPDEC0/s72-c/IMG_4231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-72305004221630936</id><published>2009-03-06T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:53:26.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Overdue Song</title><content type='html'>Ok I promised Andre exactly 7 days ago that I'll upload this song up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/V1q4BtUK2-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/V1q4BtUK2-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think my handphone recorder doesn't do this song justice. Anyone has a proper recorder out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenys! Your school song! :D&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-72305004221630936?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/72305004221630936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=72305004221630936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/72305004221630936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/72305004221630936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-i-promised-andre-exactly-7-days-ago.html' title='Super Overdue Song'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-7936749234250392444</id><published>2009-02-28T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:55:06.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HKIA Boarding Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SagauHOrpGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JafFq9hRqng/s1600-h/IMG_4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SagauHOrpGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JafFq9hRqng/s400/IMG_4682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307521540373062754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sagat7RCBAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/3CGckCiL2sw/s1600-h/IMG_4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sagat7RCBAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/3CGckCiL2sw/s400/IMG_4681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307521537161692162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sagatij4jQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YOWNhddm7Lc/s1600-h/IMG_4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/Sagatij4jQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YOWNhddm7Lc/s400/IMG_4680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307521530529877250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, sleek counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbVw7entkxg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbVw7entkxg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-7936749234250392444?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7936749234250392444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=7936749234250392444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7936749234250392444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/7936749234250392444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hkia-boarding-gate.html' title='HKIA Boarding Gate'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SagauHOrpGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JafFq9hRqng/s72-c/IMG_4682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-9002408562108392942</id><published>2009-02-26T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:38:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went to get my specs prescription for the poly checkup thingy. Then the doctor said, "Keep this smile, it's good for your profession in future." Today at the clinic, the doctor said, "Good lah, smile like that can get a lot of tips from the ang mo-s."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very smiley meh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had this compulsory half day city tour thingy in Hong Kong. The tour guide asked me what Diploma I was taking so I replied Hospitality and Tourism Management. Then he went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH! Tourism ah! Ah, so you want to be tour guide, first you must have a soft heart. Everyday you see different people. You will get scolded. But take it easy. You only see them a few hours. Second ah, you must be money face. When you sell things to tourists, you must earn yourself your own money. You must sell things also. You no money means you no job. (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. Advice. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, basket no wonder got so many optional tours that I must go for. &gt;:( Oh, he got the smiley face too. Maybe that's why I should keep my current smiley face. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, my face very smiley meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from Hong Kong first, blog about it another day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCd8xXCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rjJTXS7lUaI/s1600-h/IMG_4440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCd8xXCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rjJTXS7lUaI/s400/IMG_4440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115070767062050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCSDEVBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7OGeLmZiMdA/s1600-h/IMG_4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCSDEVBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7OGeLmZiMdA/s400/IMG_4460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115067572245522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCIHgANI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MaQaundkZOg/s1600-h/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCIHgANI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MaQaundkZOg/s400/IMG_4380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115064906481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapB6qVcEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LPOmtxEz_js/s1600-h/IMG_4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapB6qVcEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LPOmtxEz_js/s400/IMG_4334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115061294493762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapBrXk_qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/itjvJE8nXTE/s1600-h/IMG_4336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapBrXk_qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/itjvJE8nXTE/s400/IMG_4336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115057189289634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTR. Heaven on Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-9002408562108392942?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9002408562108392942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=9002408562108392942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/9002408562108392942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/9002408562108392942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SaapCd8xXCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rjJTXS7lUaI/s72-c/IMG_4440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8198813561015334991</id><published>2009-02-15T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:19:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Milo Mess-Up</title><content type='html'>This is not an advertorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZgj7f2TQlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8aYC_RJqT4g/s1600-h/IMG_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZgj7f2TQlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8aYC_RJqT4g/s400/IMG_4195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303028066297266770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new Milo Mocha whatever thing. It costs $1.10. Or at least that's how much I paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that it'll be a chocolatier version of mocha or a caffienised version of Milo right? Wrong. It tastes really bad. There wasn't even a chocolate or coffee taste. And it's awfully powdery and thick at the same time. It's not an expired can, I've checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Try it at your own risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716755778299707630-8198813561015334991?l=thelegacyofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8198813561015334991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6716755778299707630&amp;postID=8198813561015334991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8198813561015334991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716755778299707630/posts/default/8198813561015334991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegacyofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/mocha-milo-mess-up.html' title='Mocha Milo Mess-Up'/><author><name>erst-nickl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04354865602892627319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZgj7f2TQlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8aYC_RJqT4g/s72-c/IMG_4195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716755778299707630.post-8656573711131510561</id><published>2009-02-14T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:07:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehntynes Dey</title><content type='html'>Well yeah hi. Happy Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I got my new bike today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZbOlCxJ7dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pJ98sRZwOqA/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZbOlCxJ7dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pJ98sRZwOqA/s400/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652747068861906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my trip to Hong Kong is confirmed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZbPm4OpmfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RiEFac7vKFE/s1600-h/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVxgXzAi5_E/SZbPm4OpmfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RiEFac7vKFE/s400/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302653878111148530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this time I'm gonna cover all the MTR lines. :D Which does HKD 250 (SGD 50) in damage. D: At least it's for 3 days. :D Severe mood swings? 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