<?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-7322211456789096609</id><updated>2011-09-15T06:25:44.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-561633911192653255</id><published>2008-09-28T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:38:21.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First bookout, first bookin</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back to civilisation, and I'm heading back into the wilderness in 1 hour time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS is tough, like I had expected. But I wouldn't be able to make it without God. Seriously. I will break if I went in there as a non-believer. Everytime I'm at my all time low, I pray and something good will happen soon, lifting me back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church just now, and I recharged my spiritual battery, after 2 weeks of idleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to prepare for booking in. Booking out on tuesday, weee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-561633911192653255?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/561633911192653255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=561633911192653255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/561633911192653255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/561633911192653255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-bookout-first-bookin.html' title='First bookout, first bookin'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-7765480209511410537</id><published>2008-09-12T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:44:21.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the day!</title><content type='html'>Woah I'm really blessed. Today is a rather hard day for me (considering that one will have to give up 2 years of freedom on the next day, I daresay it will be the same thing for many other people). Well I'm blessed in the sense that I have many friends who have given me words of advice, many well wishes etc. I'm truly thankful to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also blessed that I have 3 sergeant friends. All of them offered their help which goes something like this " if your sergeant anyhow punish you or if anything happens to you, you can call me anytime". I felt so full of power after hearing all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm also blessed because I have such a wonderful God. With Him, NS is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to the government sponsored, island resort of pulau tekong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-7765480209511410537?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7765480209511410537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=7765480209511410537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7765480209511410537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7765480209511410537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrows-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the day!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-1756217727395999614</id><published>2008-09-11T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:49:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to NS!</title><content type='html'>Oh man... I only have 2 more days to go before I have to serve the dreaded NS! Ironically, I'm not feeling anything much as I was 2 weeks ago. This could be what my church leader said, my heart is already numb. Haha. Although I still do have the occasional 'panic attacks' when I start thinking about NS. But hey, I have to go through it anyway, whether I like it or not, might as well go through it and enjoy it to the fullest. But I guess those are not the main reason why my stance towards NS is rather nonchalant. I'll let you in on a secret: I am enlisting into a 'welfare' company. Wohoo! But still, welfare or not, it will definitely be tougher than civilian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 2 days left and I haven't start packing yet! I really can't find the motivation to do so. It will be the 2nd longest time I will be away from home. My longest time was during my vacation to Australia with my family. This time, I'm going to be away, alone! Wow just thinking about this makes my heart beat real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've nothing to fear. When I'm with God, nothing shall stand in my way. I will trample all obstacles ahead of me. This will definitely include the packing of my bag, so until I feel the urge to pack, I won't; because the time is not ripe yet. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 91:14-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because he loves me, " says the Lord, "I will rescue him;&lt;br /&gt;I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He will call upon me, and I will answer him:&lt;br /&gt;I will be with him in trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will deliver him and honor him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-1756217727395999614?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1756217727395999614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=1756217727395999614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1756217727395999614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1756217727395999614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-more-days-to-ns.html' title='2 more days to NS!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-7792287846498152093</id><published>2008-08-26T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:46:56.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down... 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for a while. As usual, you can expect that I'm lazing around at home. With no sense of urgency, or even dispair, that I have 2 weeks left until I enlist. But I'm sure I'll feel different when I have only 1 week left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every week, I'm looking forward to sunday where I can go to church and bask in God's presence. After that, I'll feel very recharged spiritually. I'm really glad that I'm able to turn to Him when all else fails, and I feel that it is what will keep me going in NS, in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides church, I'm also looking forward to a sermon conducted by a Christian who attended NS. It will touch on how God can help you in NS, which is the driest time of your life I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a believer, I used to think that people who believed in God are mad, or are too weak to solve their own problem. Hence, they depend on an invisible entity to pour out their feelings into. I used to think God is something the mind made up. Looking back from where I am, I sounded really stupid. Because it takes one to experience the love of God, to know where the believers stand. I've had experienced many changes in my life after I became a believer, and all of them are for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to spend alot of my time trying to disprove God, trying to falsify His existence. But when I finally turned to Him, I have never felt better in my whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am the living example of what is written in Luke 15:11. It talks about a young son, who decided to leave his father and squandered his riches. He then ran out of money and food and life was hard. He then decided to return to his rich father's side, as a SERVANT, since the servants are fed better than what he is eating now. On his way home, he prepared his 'speech'. Consisting of 3 points, father i have sinned against heaven and you (1), I am no longer worthy to be called your son (2), make me one of your hired servants(3). Instead, of granting the son his request, the father kissed him and dressed him in his best robe, to celebrate his return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to have such a loving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having a class gathering this saturday at pengru's house (woot!), and I suppose its the last one before I enlist. Gonna have lots of fun there. But i'm not sure if I'll be able to make it for the 1st church service the following day, as It'd be a sleepover. I have to reach suntec by 7.30am to get seats in the main auditorium. I hope that I'll be able to make it in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-7792287846498152093?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7792287846498152093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=7792287846498152093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7792287846498152093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7792287846498152093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/08/counting-down-2-weeks.html' title='Counting down... 2 weeks'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-3928465433383310276</id><published>2008-08-08T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T04:57:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored... again</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of things to do at home... again. Hence, the title of this entry. I'm reduced to playing online games to past time. Not MMORPG, but web based games like miniclips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, for today, I had intended to go swimming. But unfortunately the weather seemed to be against me all the time, so I'll have to settle for some workouts at home. I started my day with 60 pushups and 100 crunches. I then decided to take a break, and I turned on the computer. Of course, I have planned to carry on with the exercises, but I've been procrastinating for hours, with no real intention of getting my butt unglued to this chair. But then, there's always tomorrow to continue with my workout. Hah! Procrastination in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been attending New Creation Church. And needless to say, the song in this blog is from the church. It was made by the church's new band, Unleashed!. It's a really cool church and it preaches very practically, unlike other 'idealistic' churches in Singapore. Google Joseph Prince and watch some of his videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy had lent me some sermons from Pastor Prince's previous preaches. And that is also the reason why I've been procrastinating hahaha. So today wasn't a total waste of time. Although I've neglected the development physically (yet again), I've much to gain spiritually. That being said, I'm resolved to attend the services on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-3928465433383310276?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/3928465433383310276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=3928465433383310276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/3928465433383310276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/3928465433383310276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored-again.html' title='Bored... again'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-8671626528986915867</id><published>2008-08-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:01:33.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd temper</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely bad tempered lately... It is most likely due to the fact that I have 35 days of freedom left. And it is because of this that I have high expectations for my remaining days. Well apparently, I'm not living life as I have expected for this period of time, hence my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've found You, the mere thoughts of You comforts my soul, and for that I'm grateful, and glad. I've found my source of strength in the dry days ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-8671626528986915867?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8671626528986915867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=8671626528986915867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8671626528986915867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8671626528986915867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/08/wierd-temper.html' title='Wierd temper'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-892038982244656508</id><published>2008-07-24T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:01:53.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H8 Karung Gunis</title><content type='html'>The horns of the Karung gunis (KGs) should be banned! I was rudely awaken this morning by these stupid horns, when they came collecting their old newspapers and stuffs. I walked over to my window and closed it, hoping to block out that irritating noise. Unfortunately, the sound of those horns are extremely 'penetrant', closing my windows have no effect on it at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 10 or more minutes of blaring his horn, the KG left. But hardly 5 minutes later, another one came!!! He then began the entire routine of yelling and blaring of his horn. When he finally left, I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was finally over and I can get back to sleep again. But i was so wrong. From a period between 9am to 9.30am, 4... 4 freaking KGs came and blared their horns! Is there really that much newspaper and old clothes to collect that 1 KG is not enough to clear them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this is not the first time they annoyed me. Another instance was when I was mugging for my examinations. And like today, KGs after KGs came and disrupted the peace. Their horn somehow has the ability to stop my chain of thoughts(and sleep) so I can't concentrate on my studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the led me to believe that the purpose of these cursed horns was to annoy the residents and force them into submission. Having done so, the residents would give away their old newspapers and clothes and whatever, to the KGs at any price offered by the KG, just to make them go away. I ,however, will not succumb to such dispicable tactics. Until they stop using their horns, I will urge my family to boycott KGs and give away our newspaper for free to other people such as students working on recycling projects, or using the recycling bag provided by the town councils. NEVER to the KGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us all play our part to rid the scourge of these KGs from our tranquil and pristine neighbourhood! Boycott the KGs (with horns)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-892038982244656508?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/892038982244656508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=892038982244656508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/892038982244656508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/892038982244656508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/07/h8-karung-gunis.html' title='H8 Karung Gunis'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-3400394899930447003</id><published>2008-07-13T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:17:11.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst day ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok maybe the title is very extreme, but the events that happened today made the entire day bad for me on the overall. I guess I must have gotten out of the wrong side of my bed... but wait, I can only get up from one side because the opposite side is facing the wall. Perhaps then this figure of speech is not applicable for my case but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started swimming again. For the first few days, I discovered that my stamina is virtually non-existent. So today I went down to swim again (after hours of procrastination), and to my dismay, after I entered the pool, the sky darkens almost immediately. Then I figured I might as well make full use of the money I paid and I started to swim until it rains. After some time, 2 &lt;s&gt;gay couple&lt;/s&gt; male friends entered the pool and swam on the lane beside me. I then noticed that he kept looking at me when i swim beside him. So I figured he was trying to gauge my speed and keep ahead of me. But I'm not going to let that happen. I expended all of my strength and sorta raced him to the end of the lap, this left me severely exhausted (to the extent of almost puking into the pool). But my effort did not pay however, he reached the edge at almost the same time as I do, and I was trying very hard to hide my lethargy from him. But then I guessed he was tired of this challenge as well, as he and his friend started to train on their 'leg kicking'. Then it struck me, perhaps this 'challenge' was one-sided, with me being the intiator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to drizzle lightly. Fearing that people might rush to the toilet to shower (and occupy the good cubicles) i left the pool, grabbed my stuff and rushed over to the shower room. I took my time showering. When I was about to dry myself up, I realised I hadn't brought my tower along. I had no choice but to let the water evaporate from my body. Then I tried to imitate my hamsters by using my hands to dry myself but i failed. Amazingly, the shower room is empty. So I quickly stepped out of the cubicle and used the fan to dry myself without any clothes on. At any sign of footsteps, I would rush back into my cubicle and let the water evaporate naturally. I somehow managed to dry myself up to 50%. I the put on my clothes and headed out of the sports complex. Once I'm outside, the sun appeared. This angered me. I missed out my chance of tanning today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I saw a very familiar looking lady scowling at me. I pondered while walking, where could I have seen her before? Then i remembered, I met her while i was working in CPF. She was trying to encash a cheque on behalf of someone but I wouldn't let her because she lacked quite a number of supporting documents. She then kicked up a big fuss at that time. But fortunately, nothing significant happened today, besides her badmouthing me to her auntie friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm come to think of it, nothing much actually happened. I guess the anger from that stupid lady and the sun has gotten the better of me and caused me to label today as a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-3400394899930447003?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/3400394899930447003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=3400394899930447003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/3400394899930447003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/3400394899930447003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/07/worst-day-ever.html' title='The worst day ever!!!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-2988390063341235778</id><published>2008-07-09T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:47:48.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZAB club</title><content type='html'>Recently, by some unknown twist of fate, I made 2 new friends Bernard and Zac. Though I've only known them for days, I feel like I've known them for a long time already. I am really glad to have known them, now there's 2 more people to accompany me till my time for NS! Of course, that is not the only reason for being glad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of NS, weikang just entered NS. Hope he is coping well coz it will be by turn in 2 months time. So in the mean time, more training up and enjoying of life. Sounds as if I am preparing myself for an impending doomsday, but that's how it is. I can't see it in any way other than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji will be entering NS tomorrow. I will miss my usual squabbles with him. This is especially so when he comes out after 2 weeks and he can no longer call me 'pui pui' (hopefully, I've slimmed down enough by then). But I'm sure he will find some other ways to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that makes me the only male left in Turtle club to not serve NS, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-2988390063341235778?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/2988390063341235778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=2988390063341235778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/2988390063341235778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/2988390063341235778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/07/zab-club.html' title='ZAB club'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-5311594166840729216</id><published>2008-07-07T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:56:41.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish me.</title><content type='html'>Just courted my own death. I should have seen it coming,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So much for having an IQ above 120.&lt;/s&gt;  No longer applicable i guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-5311594166840729216?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5311594166840729216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=5311594166840729216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/5311594166840729216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/5311594166840729216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/07/foolish-me.html' title='Foolish me.'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-3328351694277103047</id><published>2008-07-04T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:31:34.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GSS!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I found out that most of my clothes in the wardrobe are in bad condition. Due to repeated washing, most of the shirts are already out of shape, faded in colour, or that the fabric had been thinned (if thats the right word to use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I picked up my lazy ass and headed to vivo where I intend to 'restock' my wardrobe. Coincidentally, it is great singapore sale! The timing couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some T shirts, dress shirts, bermuda and belt, from Zara, Topman and pull and bear. All these left me nearly $300 poorer, hence my nick on MSN. But I guess this is money well spent, coz it is not everyday that I get to splurge on what I wear using my own cash. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only need to buy a decent sneaker/loafer to replace my worn out nike shoes. My friend told me that Royal sporting house carries lacoste shoes, so I went to the branch in Jurong point. Unfortunately they do not sell it there. He then told me later that its royal sporting house in marina... thanks alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have quite some money left from my previous salaries, what should I spend them on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-3328351694277103047?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/3328351694277103047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=3328351694277103047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/3328351694277103047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/3328351694277103047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/07/gss.html' title='GSS!!!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-1234312202527651270</id><published>2008-07-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:54:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life changing?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I am beginning to feel the change in my perception of life and my attitude to it. This is probably because of the conversation I had with wk 2 days ago. I then decided to get some self help books for myself as well, seeing how much these had 'enlightened' him (not solely the reason though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, like many others who inspire me to do certain things, I fear that the effect is only temporary, much like the case in Superteen. But no matter, we'll see how thing goes in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself a book titled 'Who moved my cheese?'. I guessed it had been out for quite some time, but years ago, self-help books do not appeal to me. The story is simple, but with a valuable lesson to be learnt. I completed the book in 1 night and I aspire to be like 'Haw' from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I will be getting myself more self-help books, hoping that it would continue to fuel my determination for the resolution I've made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-1234312202527651270?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1234312202527651270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=1234312202527651270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1234312202527651270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1234312202527651270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-changing.html' title='Life changing?'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-2724027815780782141</id><published>2008-05-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:53:24.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>End of contract, graduation ceremony, NS... what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-2724027815780782141?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/2724027815780782141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=2724027815780782141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/2724027815780782141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/2724027815780782141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-6743171596487672446</id><published>2008-05-01T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:10:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been neglecting my blog for like forever. It was not until one of my friend asked me for my blog's link that I remembered I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hong Kong trip which I was so looking forward to turned out to be sorta dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently, I'm working at CPF. I've been working for  2 months already. I've seen many different kinds of people, from different walks of life. People who requests for monetary aid had their requests not granted because they did not fulfill the 'criteria' set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others, who were much more fortunate, are coveting for their parent's wealth. They approached me, asking for information regarding their parent's CPF account, how much money was left inside, were they nominated to receive them should they pass away, etc. Naturally, the Board has guidelines for us not to disclose information to 3rd parties. Unfortunately, when they were turned away by me, they started to kick up a big fuss like "she is my mother, why I cannot know how much she got inside" "I got her IC still cannot ah" " I want to see your in-charge". Even after they were turned away by my boss, they persisted. They shot a nasty email to the higher echelons, although it caused us no trouble, it is disturbing to note that someone with such a pleasant outward appearance could be capable of such thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next after CPF? I've received my enlistment letter and I'm set for enlistment on 13 sep. Hope that my life inside will be peaceful. I still have 1 month more to go before my contract with CPF expires, I don't think I'll be extending it though. Need some time to build up my phisique for the national slavery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-6743171596487672446?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6743171596487672446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=6743171596487672446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6743171596487672446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6743171596487672446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-been-neglecting-my-blog-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-6528287891533037848</id><published>2008-01-30T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T03:00:29.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost a friend on 29th January 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Mervin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to return the CD when i met him next time, I never thought it would be today, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the ones around us, for we would never know when they would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't spoke to him for months already. The last time he spoke to me was during my birthday. I have always seen him on MSN everyday, but now he won't be online anymore. Even if I wanted to speak to him I could no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I keep thinking about what I could have done with him, but never did. I have the ability to do so much more for him, but I didn't. Now its impossible for me to reciprocate his kindness. I basically took him for granted, but now he's gone. Really hate myself for treating him like he's 'always there'. I'm at a loss right now. Feeling so guilty that I haven't done much for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-6528287891533037848?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6528287891533037848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=6528287891533037848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6528287891533037848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6528287891533037848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-friend-on-29th-january-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-1144377318720379846</id><published>2007-12-11T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:35:19.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to look forward to!</title><content type='html'>There is finally some light in life once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things to look forward to: The upcoming holidays &amp;amp; the Hong Kong trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope more good stuffs come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-1144377318720379846?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1144377318720379846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=1144377318720379846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1144377318720379846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1144377318720379846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Something to look forward to!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-346440264483010742</id><published>2007-12-06T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:14:29.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>I've been extremely tired lately. Not physically but more of mentally. Putting up a false facade of happiness is so taxing on me, and it is especially so when the only thing you're feeling within  is misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I trying so hard to be happy? I guess the reason is that if I were to release my emotions, I would end up being ostracised, much like how I was months ago. Aren't friends supposed to comfort each other, to help each other and to lend their support for one another? From what I've experienced, it seemed that you are only considered a 'friend' if you are devoid of any problems. Is it really that hard to show some concern. I've been doing all these but it looks like my efforts were not reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its not like I'm lacking concern or attention of sorts, but these attention were not coming from the individuals I am expecting it to come from. I've been telling myself that there are friends out there who still cares, but I guess the only remedy to me feeling this way is to actually receive attention from my expected source. But I guess that's not gonna happen. I'm pretty much doomed to stay sad, doomed to put up a false facade unless I give up on our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, refuse to do so. I have invested quite alot of effort by my standards, to keep this going. It would be such a waste to let it go so simply. Unless I am given confirmation that our friendship revolves around things as superficial as academic or games. Until I receive that confirmation, I guess I must press on. And even if I do get that, I would be terribly dissapointed. So I guess its a lose-lose situation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I guess I'll go on with the lesser of 2 evils. That is, to believe that our friendship was not forged for superficial agendas, that it was there because we enjoyed each other's company. Unfortunately, I find it increasingly tough to convince myself of that. It will only be a matter of time till I break. But until then, I shall do my best to don that mask that I've always been wearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-346440264483010742?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/346440264483010742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=346440264483010742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/346440264483010742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/346440264483010742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-1940819110968960370</id><published>2007-10-28T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:36:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milli-  Q   H water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RyRXeanRFsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6_i7YC3RpGs/s1600-h/holywater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126318455906178754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RyRXeanRFsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6_i7YC3RpGs/s320/holywater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy water purifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RyRXbanRFrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/48y4k0CHBKA/s1600-h/milli+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126318404366571186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RyRXbanRFrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/48y4k0CHBKA/s320/milli+H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Milli-H water system. A must have for all &lt;s&gt;labs &lt;/s&gt; churches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-1940819110968960370?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1940819110968960370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=1940819110968960370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1940819110968960370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1940819110968960370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/10/milli-q-h-water.html' title='Milli- &lt;s&gt; Q &lt;/s&gt;  H water'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RyRXeanRFsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6_i7YC3RpGs/s72-c/holywater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-8017171847925015181</id><published>2007-09-12T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:53:00.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays? or FYPdays?</title><content type='html'>This is the first holiday in which I have to return to school 9/10 of the time. Yes, you might have guessed it already, its because of that dreaded FYP. Well I guess I do not have that much a time not to do it during the holidays. As the days pass, the deadline of the report submission, and the presentation draws nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is, by sacrificing our holidays, we are completed most of the culturing and whats left is for them to grow, which takes around 4 weeks. This means that when school reopens, I can focus on my semester without having to worry about FYP, besides checking the growth every week. I can now appreciate the beauty of slow growing plants =) However, the only drawback to this is being tired, for the remaining 7 hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must say that this holiday isn't exactly non-enriching for me (hehe double negatives). For 2 days, I took up canoeing lessons with my friends. During the first day, I burnt quite alot of fats due to my partner not doing much paddling at all. During the second day, I experienced what it feels to be seasick for the first time!  And on top of that, I loss my spectacles during the capsize drill, which calls for a replacement of my specs, which leads to the finding that my left eye has gone up by 200+ degrees myopian ( don't know the units used to measure myopia). Very enriching indeed! Haha sacarsms aside, at least I gained a decent tan. Although I do not know how that can happen without being able to see the sun for that 2 days. Or perhaps its the chemical burns caused by the toxic seawater laden with patrols from nearby ships. I guess I can only find out 10 years later should I develop massive tumours on my skin. Touch wood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-8017171847925015181?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8017171847925015181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=8017171847925015181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8017171847925015181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8017171847925015181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/09/holidays-or-fypdays.html' title='Holidays? or FYPdays?'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-6578696987174515840</id><published>2007-08-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:07:55.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exam syndrome</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of the exam for this semester! Contrary to the title, no, I am not suffering from any syndrome whatsoever. Just felt like I have no other title better than that, so if I think of a better title, I may update it.I'm exhausted mentally. Perhaps physically as well, if not for the caffeine and redbulls I took this morning. Do they even last throughout the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my severe mental exhaustion, I may not be of the right state of mind to blog. But, since it is the end of the exam, this is something worth celebrating, so I have to persevere and blog with a less than optimal standard of engrish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper, immunology, wasn't exactly a breeze for me. I stumbled quite a number of times while answering the questions. Miraculously, I got them right when I double checked with my classmates after the exam. It seems Mrs Mark was right. You really can do wonders under the pressure of exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt great to conquer exam, especially with very hard modules such as immunology. Lets hope I conquered it right, with As being the majority of the grades for my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the exam heralds the beginninng of the holidays. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. It seems without exam, there is no longer any need to study. This leaves a big void in my life for the holidays, with lots of time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to squeeze anything else out of my brain to blog about. This means I have to sleep now. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-6578696987174515840?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6578696987174515840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=6578696987174515840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6578696987174515840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6578696987174515840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-exam-syndrome.html' title='Post exam syndrome'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-4988472569770714627</id><published>2007-08-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:28:31.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get you into my head</title><content type='html'>I hate exams. Especially when modules, where 90% of it requires memory work, are tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had finished studying for my agrotech but hell was I wrong.. I began answering my 'datasheet' I prepared for the recap and I realised I lost an entire chunk of Chapter 4 for Dr sim's! I can't seem to recall anything on it at all! Even when i re-read the notes, everything was like fresh to me, I had no slightest impression whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to have the talent for memorising word for word, from textbooks back in secondary school. That is how I aced in biology and geography. But now, It seems this talent of mine had been lost during my time in poly. Now, I cant even remember points!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my retribution for hurling endless curses at Odex??? Ok I've done wrong, and I'm sorry. Now give me back my memorising prowess! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain must have aged alot in these 3 years. Oh well, I gotta back and re-drill chapter 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-4988472569770714627?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/4988472569770714627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=4988472569770714627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/4988472569770714627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/4988472569770714627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-get-you-into-my-head.html' title='I can&apos;t get you into my head'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-2046449531095182519</id><published>2007-08-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T07:13:26.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better already</title><content type='html'>Dota didn't help one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my relief from my friend who managed to reply my SMS in time before i kill myself... just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really superficial to let such a thing affect me hahaha, well I can't control how my brain wanna think unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, disregard my previous post, I'm feeling much better already. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-2046449531095182519?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/2046449531095182519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=2046449531095182519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/2046449531095182519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/2046449531095182519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-better-already.html' title='Feeling better already'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-5386006001495789443</id><published>2007-08-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:37:07.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointed</title><content type='html'>This seemed like a trivial matter so I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to meet some of my friends for dinner today but it seemed I was no longer needed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I make the dinner one of the higher priorities of the day, even higher than my revision for immunology. I pushed a topic for immunology to the next day, I postponed the CSW practice to wednesday morning ( when the test is in wednesday afternoon) and I went to cut my hair today so I won't look too shabby (perhaps this beneficial only to myself). Why did I bother to do all these? And what is so important about that dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one of my friend is feeling down recently, so I reckon a hearty chat would help him feel better or whatsoever. I then asked another of my friend to organise the outing and include a dinner where we could all talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, part of the plan was that they watch the movie (i didnt join them because I'm not into that genre) and dinner, when I'll meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, there is a slight change of plan, they decided that there is 'no mood' for the movie if it were to be watched in the afternoon, thus they decided to have dinner first then the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend then contacted me regarding the change of plans. Therefore, it seems that I'll just go for dinner for awhile, following which they would proceed to their movies, and I'll return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said," its abit wierd right? that I eat with u all for dinner after that I go home." He then said he will call me back later. Soon after, he called me and said "eh, I think u don't need to join us for dinner. Coz they say watch movie in the afternoon don't have the 'mood'. Paiseh ah." What more can I say except "ok". I can't expect them to change their plan just for myself. Naturally i was feeling extremely dissapointed, given the amount of planning, effort and expectations i've put into this dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly afterwards, i decided to SMS my friend to tell him how I feel, but boy... that was a big mistake. I guess I wasn't important enough to have him reply to me, to comfort me. I then felt worse. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;em&gt;I later found out that this was not intentional, he only saw that message 4 hours later. How could I have ruled out the possibility that he did not notice my message due to his faulty phone??? I guess emotions can cloud your ability to think properly.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess I've learnt my place. Their mood is ranked higher than me as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you're feeling better now friend, after this outing. Coz I know I don't. Don't worry about me (if there was such an instance), I'm not that weak, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done ranting. I still don't feel better. I guess I'll go dota and trash the hell out of noobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-5386006001495789443?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5386006001495789443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=5386006001495789443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/5386006001495789443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/5386006001495789443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/08/dissapointed.html' title='Dissapointed'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-7373230056708555766</id><published>2007-08-05T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:35:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow.... Splat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last wednesday I saw this poor kitty lying on the road... dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RraynUZNBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jo5hPHPnBig/s1600-h/roadkill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095456416975357362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RraynUZNBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jo5hPHPnBig/s320/roadkill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it has been ran over by quite a number of vehicles (notice the flattened head and the ribcage is entirely seperated from the body). Judging from the size, its a kitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us observe one second of silence to pay our tribute to this poor cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-7373230056708555766?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7373230056708555766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=7373230056708555766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7373230056708555766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7373230056708555766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/08/meow-splat.html' title='Meow.... Splat!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UJNpkpiRRPo/RraynUZNBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jo5hPHPnBig/s72-c/roadkill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-6632728915712375850</id><published>2007-07-27T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:15:47.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupeed peapols!</title><content type='html'>On board the train that day, I took a glance at a person who is holding up the Straits Times so high up it is hard not to notice. I wonder has it even crossed his mind to fold the paper into a quarter, and read one at a time, since the train is so crowded at that time. But... that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a particular issue is bothering me from the straits time. If you have read the news, the taleban has taken 23 koreans (sent on a humanitarian mission) hostage, and threaten to kill them if their demands are not met. And just yesterday, a man was killed due to the expired deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously wonder what the hell are these people thinking. Korea sent aid to their country and look at what those ungrateful bastards did. Considering the polical agenda behind the kidnap, however, it is still not sufficient to justify their actions. It is the korean government who sent troops to afghanistan, not these korean civilians who were there to HELP your pathetic country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that during the recent decades, a great deal of violence were localised in the middle east. If this violence is not contained, it could very well spill to the surrounding region and possibly to the entire world. I'd say forget global warming, this is a more pressing issue. Well, I guess we could just drop a nuke over the middle-east and end this senseless conflict already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. That previous sentence sounds ironical. No wonder wars never failed to leave its mark in history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-6632728915712375850?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6632728915712375850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=6632728915712375850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6632728915712375850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6632728915712375850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/07/supid-people.html' title='Stupeed peapols!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-8075747294068259875</id><published>2007-07-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:33:06.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotony of life</title><content type='html'>My life had been so routine lately that I am bored of it. Each day marks the beginning of a cycle of chores, which is no different from yesterday and not going to be different from tomorrow's. So yea, nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 2 movies this week, Transformers and Harry Potter. In my opinion, i feel that transformers is overrated and HP, underrated. The graphics of transformer is the only thing that makes transformers worth watching, the plot is rather shallow if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I feel that this time round, HP is better than the goblet of fire. Perhaps this is because I have already forgotten the story i read from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope something interesting (and good) happens next week. Or i'd die of boredom soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-8075747294068259875?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8075747294068259875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=8075747294068259875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8075747294068259875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8075747294068259875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/07/monotony-of-life.html' title='Monotony of life'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-4044022939405274008</id><published>2007-06-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:45:17.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom(tooth) gone!</title><content type='html'>It has been 4 days since my wisdom tooth extraction, and it still hurts like hell without the painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on some special extra strong painkiller prescribed by the hospital to supress the pain, and I only have 3 days worth of supplies left. If I don't heal by the 3 days I don't know how many panadols I needa take to contain my agony lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below are pictures I took of my wisdom tooth after washing. I was intending to take the picture of the bloodied teeth right after the operation, however, maybe its because I'm bonkered due to the effects of the anaesthetics that I completely forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/Rm0meEi6l9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WlRapOIgWx0/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074754653174536146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/Rm0meEi6l9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WlRapOIgWx0/s320/teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/Rm0nT0i6l-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qcibGHraNvE/s1600-h/Teeth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074755576592504802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJNpkpiRRPo/Rm0nT0i6l-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qcibGHraNvE/s320/Teeth+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've only extracted 2 wisdom tooth, but there are 4 fragments. Let me enlighten you as to why this is possible. Well, the reason is simple. They broke my lower wisdom teeth into fragments, not after it is extracted, but when it is still on my freaking gum! Although I can't feel the pain due to the anaesthetics ( I don't wanna feel it anyway) the entire experience on the chair is rather horrendous and agonizing (psychologically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drilling process, besides the screeching of the drill, I can feel the cracking of my teeth which resembles the feeling of chewing on ice. However, that is not the worse part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During extraction, the lady dentist says : " Ok Alvin, I'm going to apply some pressure now. I'm pulling your teeth out". Then with one hand. she pressed onto my jaws and pushed my head firmly against the headrest, while her other hand attempts to dislodge my fragmented teeth. Upon doing so, I can hear several cracking sound, perhaps due to the breaking of the nerves or the tissues, I'm not sure. Shortly afterwards, my tongue starts to frolick the pool of liquid that exudes from my wound, it is salty. Then I knew that I have tasted my own blood. After that she stitched my wound to close the gap. The entire operation barely lasted 30 minutes. Strangely, time seems to pass by really quickly when you're there. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to return this friday to remove the stitch. Hopefully by then, that area won't hurt anymore. If it still does, then according to some of my friends, the nerves there will have to be extracted as well. Eeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-4044022939405274008?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/4044022939405274008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=4044022939405274008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/4044022939405274008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/4044022939405274008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/06/wisdomtooth-gone.html' title='Wisdom(tooth) gone!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UJNpkpiRRPo/Rm0meEi6l9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WlRapOIgWx0/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-237994827014299499</id><published>2007-06-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:43:51.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Friday began terribly. I was late for my immunulogy test, by 30 minutes. Fortunately i was able to complete my paper on time, at the cost of my hands being extremely fatigued. However, i find the test quite easily and my expectations were set high. Hopefully, that won't lead to a big dissapointment when I got back my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my day started badly, for the rest of Friday, I was in an upbeat mood. Perhaps this is due to the aromatherapy shower I had the night before. Another contributing factor is my FYP, I am finally starting with the actual project, instead of just doing practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope things keep getting for the rest of the week. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-237994827014299499?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/237994827014299499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=237994827014299499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/237994827014299499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/237994827014299499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-8292274345939066719</id><published>2007-05-29T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:09:48.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure release... and thoughts</title><content type='html'>I hate being perceived wrongly, I hate it even more when I am being perceived with a negative persona, wrongly. Try to realise why I am giving this form of treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of rambling about how others treat us, perhaps a more sensible approach is to ask ourselves why we are being treated this way. I am not a buddhist but I have to agree with the following sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;There is a reason to every consequences&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like what I've mentioned in the first paragraph, we can ask ourselves what have we done to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we are so caught up in our own thoughts, we spend time thinking about what is happening presently, that we neglect what we have done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I made a decision during the revival of this blog, that this blog will never be used to write events regarding individuals other than myself. I have to make an exception this time. I really need an avenue to pen out my thoughts, and better, if somebody reads and understands me. I hope this will be the only time I write such an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So regarding that particular individual, not trying to sound mighty here, but this is the only way I can phrase it: A chance has been given to you, but yet again, you failed to prove yourself. One could blame my high expectations, but when we work as a group, and graded as a group, I expect everyone to contribute equally. I believe it is unfair that someone does most of the work while another member puts in minimal effort, but gets the same grade. I doubt anyone would feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This again, is the reason why I feel stressed working with another person. She does quite alot of things herself and I have a hard time keeping up with her efforts. I feel ashamed that I am one of the lesser contributor to the group effort. And as such, I will always do my best to make up for the lack of effort some way, or in another collaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless to the points I have mentioned above, I have learnt a big lesson quite a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of shortcuts in life, however, not all leads to success. The only definite way to success is by sheer hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-8292274345939066719?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8292274345939066719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=8292274345939066719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8292274345939066719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8292274345939066719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-being-perceived-wrongly-i-hate.html' title='Pressure release... and thoughts'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322211456789096609.post-1343209003003305700</id><published>2007-05-26T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T05:59:19.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I was bored so i went reading my friend's blog. Then i stumbled upon an IQ test which one of my friend took. Being bored, i attempted it as well. This is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/8.gif" border="0" alt="IQ Test Score"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another test i took from the same website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/personality/personality.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_philosopher.gif" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-1343209003003305700?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1343209003003305700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=1343209003003305700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1343209003003305700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/1343209003003305700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-6681892368014970472</id><published>2007-05-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:48:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Holiday'</title><content type='html'>E learning is here again. The beginning of the E learning week is heralded by the CSW test. I returned back to school on Tuesday and Wednesday as well for the group assignments we are assigned for E learning week. And like all other E learning weeks, i hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former E learning week is held in conjunction with the 2 weeks term break. Hence, many lecturers were unintentionally 'misled' that the E learning week lasts for 3 weeks, and 3 weeks of E learning assignments were assigned to us. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this semester, although the E learning week were seperated from the term break (it seems SP reads the E learning feedback afterall), group assignments were assigned instead of the usual 'Complete the test online'. So it is inevitable that we return back to school to discuss and complete the assignment. I want to stay at home for E learning and not have 3 weeks of E learning. I guess having them both is impossible... so I hate E learning week. I'm so hard to please sometimes. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, this E learning week is plagued by the onset of infection caused by my stupid wisdom tooth. This is one of the serious flaw in the design of human beings. Why do we have so many teeth when our gum simply cant hold all of them??? I guess only the One above has the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an athiest point of view, the 3rd molar (wisdom tooth) is a relic of evolution. Early primates are generally herbivore and they have a longer jaw, which can effectively contain the 3rd molar. However, as evolution progresses, the jaw shortens, however, the wisdom tooth is still not removed. Just our luck to be descended from apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dental appointment is on Saturday and if 'all goes well', my wisdom tooth is set to be extracted the very same day. Following which, I will have to go through a dietary regime of liquid food for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I have to live with being unable to enjoy my food due to the pain, as well as my dependance on Panadol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-6681892368014970472?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6681892368014970472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=6681892368014970472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6681892368014970472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/6681892368014970472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday.html' title='&apos;Holiday&apos;'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-8125304341758367442</id><published>2007-05-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:16:46.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a break... NOT</title><content type='html'>Yes.. its finally the weekends I've been longing for all week! Was hoping to spend this weekend (like all other weekends) lazing around at home but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie outing with my friends tentatively set to Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I've got Food and heritage trial and mother's day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mother's day, I wonder what I should get for my mom. Hmm... perhaps a pint of B&amp;amp;J Ice cream?? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-8125304341758367442?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8125304341758367442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=8125304341758367442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8125304341758367442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8125304341758367442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-for-break.html' title='Time for a break... NOT'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-7442287378129644862</id><published>2007-05-09T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T07:44:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. it rained today. And its within the timeframe I've provided! Someone is watching me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try this again. Entity above, if you do not want to see me sleep in the nude, make me a billion dollar richer tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pray it works*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-7442287378129644862?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7442287378129644862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=7442287378129644862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7442287378129644862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7442287378129644862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-8219857797167120221</id><published>2007-05-08T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T07:15:45.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT HOT HOT!</title><content type='html'>I've got terrible news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is dying. No, I am not an avid Al Gore fan, but man.. I am starting to agree with him. I mean, how could I not with this burning heat we're experiencing nowadays? If not for the excellent job done by the PUB or whoever is incharged, Singapore would be an arid wasteland, perhaps as dry as the Sahara desert.. ok I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got quite a few concerns over global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I serve NS in this searing heat? People in the past, have no problem marching under the hot sun, considering the fact that the temperature is lower then than it is now. Now, the temperature has risen to an unbearable level ( my treshold for heat tolerance is low), how are we able to walk, march, run, train etc. under the hot, scorching, baking, fiery, flaming and ____ [insert adjective related to 'hot'] sun????? Maybe by the time I'm supposed to serve my NS, they would conduct all the training in an air conditioned room. Well, like one of my friend said, I could only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Electricity bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not look too far ahead into the future. Presently, I have been turning on the aircon the moment i stepped into my house, and turning it off when I leave home the next morning. I must say that I spent 90% of an entire day in an air conditioned environment. Hmm.. now that I mentioned it, I do realise how pampered I have become, but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I was saying, I spent quite alot of time in an airconditioned environment, and at home, I am doing it at the expense of the increase in electricity bill, or PUB bill for that matter, as i bath more often when I'm warm... but that's another point altogether.. OMG! I can't seem to focus in this heat!!! GRR.. Anyway, an increase in electricity bill = angry parents. Angry parents = try to save money. Save money = not allowing me to use more electricity = forcing me to cut down on games, downloading animes overnight etc etc. = Sad me. That's my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Increased water usage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bath. See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this heat, cold foods are rather addictive. Gone are the days when I would take my time to savour sweet stuffs like chocolate. Now, as long as it's cold, it is mine to gobble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this heat continues, these are the following things I would do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep in the nude&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a refrigerator and place it beside my bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell myself cold jokes&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat more oranges&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat less fries&lt;br /&gt;6. Write 'cold' on the ceiling above my bed&lt;br /&gt;7. Listen to Fei Yu Qing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, from what I've listed, only number 1 seemed workable. SO! The entity above controlling the weathers, if you do not want to see me sleep in the nude (presuming you're ominescience and omnipotent), please please please, give me some rain ( not before 10am and not after 5pm, when I'm going to and from school) and lower the friggin temperature. Thank You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-8219857797167120221?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8219857797167120221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=8219857797167120221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8219857797167120221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/8219857797167120221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-hot-hot.html' title='HOT HOT HOT!'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7322211456789096609.post-7781222964134614897</id><published>2007-05-05T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:40:10.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Just had a haircut, and I don't think there's much difference before and after the haircut. There's a question that always got me pondering everytime i have a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do hairstylist style my hair so perfectly in less than 1min, when i can hardly achieve the desired effect after styling for 5 mins!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just the way they wax and fix my hair with hairspray. Everything just seems to set-in so perfectly! I mean, right after they blow dry my hair, the spikes were already sorta kneaded together already. I even remembered how he blow drys my hair, the direction of the flow should be with the hair gradient, not against it. I imitated the blowing pattern at home, but the effects resembles a lion's mane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can completely analyse the hairdryer, voila! He had already finished spiking my hair. It never cease to amaze me how simply he can style this stubborn overgrowth of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply amazing. Perhaps this is the reason I am paying alot per month to get my haircut. A whopping $20.50 (they raised the price). Which brings me to my next point, I need a new hair salon - preferably a cheaper one, before my hair becomes unmanageable again 30 days later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322211456789096609-7781222964134614897?l=alvinisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7781222964134614897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322211456789096609&amp;postID=7781222964134614897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7781222964134614897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322211456789096609/posts/default/7781222964134614897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>4LvIn-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725211654570705731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
