<?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-11572096</id><updated>2012-02-05T21:33:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainouta</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5630087372603482021</id><published>2012-02-05T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:33:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>步步chua sai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;步步chua sai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Chronicle&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;AMK Hub.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yEpTfFIXv4/Ty59WAdRHQI/AAAAAAAABF8/kvR6lC7P13E/s1600/Chronicle+Film%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yEpTfFIXv4/Ty59WAdRHQI/AAAAAAAABF8/kvR6lC7P13E/s320/Chronicle+Film%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿Its a sci-fi fantasy movie, using found-footage technique to convey the entire movie. Its all about ordinary teenagers happens to find a mysterious hole out of nowhere, they explored the hole, found an alien-like crystal, weird and piercing noise coming through, their nose bleed, and I assume that the cave was about to collaspe, and poof, they somehow manage to survive the collapse of the cave, and they obtain psychic power that is beyond their understanding. This movie is a good one, with excellent cast, especially &lt;strong&gt;Dane Dehaan&lt;/strong&gt;. The movie exploit the awesome moment of having such insane power, and thats what anyone will react and probably will do if they were to obtain one. But theres some major flaw that depicts it from a&amp;nbsp;good movie to a great one, and those are the unreal and "forced"&amp;nbsp;handling of the found-footage technique used. Take the hospital scene for example, how the hell did he get his camera filming himself when his in the hospital lying half-dead? The fuck seriously? And, this movie didn't exploit the use of the power to its fullest. If I need money, I would've find an isolated ATM, crash open the ATM, and take all the money instead of killing cashier in the gas station, not only putting yourself into danger, but also revealing yourself to the whole world. Pure dumb. Could have shown thousands of smart exploitation of power instead of some obviously dumb act. Rated this movie 6.5/10 anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the movie, went to have a cup of good old KOI, trying out the new Yakult Green Tea. Look and sounds fishy, but trust me, its not bad. This coming Feb&amp;nbsp;7th, my BTT is coming. Shouldn't have a problem passing it I guess. Once I've pass my BTT, don't think I'll be applying for any FTT or any practical test, cause if I'm going to study in SIM and apply for the retail marketing course, don't think I'll have time for all the driving lessons and test as I will need to attend the preparatory course in this coming June to August. We'll see whats gonna happen in this coming March when I attend the briefing of the course in SIM. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;讲真的&lt;/span&gt;, where got time for army?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5630087372603482021?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5630087372603482021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5630087372603482021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5630087372603482021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5630087372603482021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2012/02/chua-sai.html' title='步步chua sai'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yEpTfFIXv4/Ty59WAdRHQI/AAAAAAAABF8/kvR6lC7P13E/s72-c/Chronicle+Film%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5328600152859301668</id><published>2012-01-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:48:17.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese New Year 2012&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had reunion dinner at my &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;大舅&lt;/span&gt; house last sunday. A sumptuous meal as usual, and great IQ/EQ games created by my &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;小舅&lt;/span&gt; as usual. Great time spent is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;初一&lt;/span&gt;, went over to my &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;叔叔&lt;/span&gt; house to &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;拜年&lt;/span&gt;. This visit was stone cold nuts due to some awkward situation that my &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;小叔叔&lt;/span&gt; is into. After&amp;nbsp;the visit, went to catch a movie with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOdW_w16H7w/TyAKfPQrTpI/AAAAAAAABF0/2UxgOV4LT3k/s1600/58191poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOdW_w16H7w/TyAKfPQrTpI/AAAAAAAABF0/2UxgOV4LT3k/s320/58191poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;We Not Naughty&lt;/strong&gt; at AMK Hub. Somewhat a 3rd installment for the series &lt;strong&gt;I Not Stupid&lt;/strong&gt;, didn't expect it to come so fast, and the commercial was rather "low profile" compared to all the other &lt;strong&gt;Jack Neo&lt;/strong&gt; movies. Yet again, a inspirational film that goes into the heart of heartlanders, and a surprise appearance of &lt;strong&gt;Daniel Chen Xiao Dong&lt;/strong&gt;. Adding &lt;strong&gt;Chen Xiao Dong&lt;/strong&gt; into the cast list was a brilliant move, as he totally add a new fresh air to this cliche genre of movie. Not as great as I Not Stupid and I Not Stupid Too, but still, a worthwhile film not to be missed for Singaporean. Rated it 6/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;初二&lt;/span&gt;, went over to my cousin's house to&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; 拜年&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing out of the norm, eat, gamble, eat, gamble. Not forgetting the IQ/EQ games part 2. What I really love during chinese new year, isn't all the good food and red packets, but the good opportunities to interact&amp;nbsp; and catch up with my fellow relatives and cousins. It is sad to see that in our current generation and fast pace standard of living, we only get to see each other usually on the chinese new year, so these few hours of interaction appears to be even more of a sacred bonding to cherish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5328600152859301668?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5328600152859301668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5328600152859301668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5328600152859301668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5328600152859301668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-year-2012.html' title='Chinese New Year 2012'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOdW_w16H7w/TyAKfPQrTpI/AAAAAAAABF0/2UxgOV4LT3k/s72-c/58191poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-6060816869260369361</id><published>2012-01-15T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:08:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;......&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, had dinner with &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the coffee shop near the old raiders. Before we met up in AMK, loser &lt;strong&gt;Yee Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; can't seem to focus, and he fell asleep while we're half-way thru chatting in MSN. Just WOW. Was surposed to meet at AMK around 8:30pm, so we process without Jian Hao, as he fell asleep, spamming in MSN and spamming on phone doesn't seem to work, and we thought he got kidnapped or murdered ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered western, dish served, and here comes the call from &lt;strong&gt;Yee Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, saying that he fell asleep, and will be making his way down now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCRAxMV14m8/Tx_-yeYpLmI/AAAAAAAABFs/SvAuaSSrUKI/s1600/DAFUQ%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="180px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCRAxMV14m8/Tx_-yeYpLmI/AAAAAAAABFs/SvAuaSSrUKI/s320/DAFUQ%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, had a great time, as usual, talking shit just about anything, and we went to the new raiders to kill some zombies after the dinner. L4D2 was just as fun when you haven't touch it for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-6060816869260369361?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/6060816869260369361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=6060816869260369361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6060816869260369361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6060816869260369361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCRAxMV14m8/Tx_-yeYpLmI/AAAAAAAABFs/SvAuaSSrUKI/s72-c/DAFUQ%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5497950994574415147</id><published>2012-01-01T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:12:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012. The year of hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2012. The year of hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GRACIOUS ITS FINALLY 2012! I could cry a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKuy1lEIO3E/TwBRIPQJtMI/AAAAAAAABFE/iECf36y9IdM/s1600/Crying-meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKuy1lEIO3E/TwBRIPQJtMI/AAAAAAAABFE/iECf36y9IdM/s1600/Crying-meme.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes 2011 such a hate-able and disastrous year for most of us? Well at least for me, fuck the year 2011.&amp;nbsp;Its been the most uninspiring year yet due to Army, and of course, the disastrous&amp;nbsp;nature's wrath&amp;nbsp;that hit Japan real hard on the March of 2011. Anyway, farewell 2011. Where got time for some stupid rabbit year? Its time for the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2OZlI2497k/TwBSMfLN0-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/CxgmZfYDgKs/s1600/2011%252Cfuck%252Cfuck%252Cyou%252Chands%252Cmiddle%252Cfinger%252Cnumber-027a6c9f4daddd0022383475f0282be0_h%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2OZlI2497k/TwBSMfLN0-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/CxgmZfYDgKs/s320/2011%252Cfuck%252Cfuck%252Cyou%252Chands%252Cmiddle%252Cfinger%252Cnumber-027a6c9f4daddd0022383475f0282be0_h%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JKlCE8otgY/TwBVFw1R8KI/AAAAAAAABFc/cIOD-I6J97E/s1600/We-Bought-A-Zoo-Poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JKlCE8otgY/TwBVFw1R8KI/AAAAAAAABFc/cIOD-I6J97E/s320/We-Bought-A-Zoo-Poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="218px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;We bought a zoo&lt;/strong&gt;. Starring &lt;strong&gt;Matt Damon&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Johansson&lt;/strong&gt;. Its one of the feel-good inspiring film that makes you a better person when you walked out of the cinema. This film was based on a true story, and gosh its a good movie. In some part of the movie may seem flawed, but the spirit that the movie is trying to convey is strong, and stays true to the heart. "20 seconds of insane courage", hah, and I thought I'm the only person who realise this hidden killer ability that&amp;nbsp;a human possess. Great performance by both &lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Scarlett&lt;/strong&gt;, and a very notable performance by &lt;strong&gt;Colin Ford&lt;/strong&gt; who play as Matt's son. The face to face&amp;nbsp;quarreling scene between Matt and Colin is a breath-taker and at the same time, heart warming. Gonna love the scene whereby Matt finally took the courage to&amp;nbsp;view photos of his late wife on his laptop, and good memories of them, together as a family, bonding and spending precious time together. Those were the great and tear dripping moment. As for the ending, yet again, another perfect ending. Rated this movie 7.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, had dinner, joined in by &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;at a nearby hawker paradise near Dakota MRT station. After the dinner, chill out at Starbuck in NEX. And thats pretty much our last day spent in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its 2012, and, 7 more months to revolution. 2012 the year of destruction? They gonna be fucking kidding. Its the year of hope, and its only&amp;nbsp;just the beggining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5497950994574415147?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5497950994574415147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5497950994574415147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5497950994574415147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5497950994574415147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-year-of-hope.html' title='2012. The year of hope.'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKuy1lEIO3E/TwBRIPQJtMI/AAAAAAAABFE/iECf36y9IdM/s72-c/Crying-meme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1185322263179133670</id><published>2011-12-18T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:59:42.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State of mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday, was my unit's cohesion. Went to Plaza Singapura to catch &lt;strong&gt;Mission Impossible : Ghost Protocol&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsHn1f_Loyo/Tuzb0ezMj4I/AAAAAAAABE0/wSVqTNdvLTs/s1600/mission-impossible-ghost-protocol-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsHn1f_Loyo/Tuzb0ezMj4I/AAAAAAAABE0/wSVqTNdvLTs/s320/mission-impossible-ghost-protocol-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="204px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Remembered ﻿the last Mission Impossible series that I've watched was 5 years ago, the Mission Impossible 3. Was a loud, intense ride. As for &lt;strong&gt;Mission Impossible : Ghost Protocol&lt;/strong&gt;, wasn't as loud as its prequel, but the intensity remains top notch. A good blend of gadget, comedy, and action. If you've watched Mission Impossible 1 2 3, theres no reason why you should not watch this. Love the eye-tracking virtual reality display gadget. Rated this movie 7/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Off to NEX to have our lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Pasta Mania&lt;/strong&gt;, and a closing speech by our S4, and wala, cohesion's over. Got scammed to play lan with them. Why am I scammed? Or should I say, we got scammed? Cause, the lan shop in NEX, is a pile of shit. I rather throw&amp;nbsp;my money into the rubbish dump than going in into that lan shop ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, met up with &lt;strong&gt;Sean,Ziyang,CK&lt;/strong&gt;,and &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;, and dine in at &lt;strong&gt;Pepperoni Pizzeria&lt;/strong&gt; at greenwood ave. The dining experience were great with the cosy and fun-loving atmosphere, and not forgetting the delicious pizza they served. Those pizzas were top notch people, top notch. And not forgetting our dessert, Frangipane, a warm almond cake with vanilla icecream topping, and it tastes soooooooo good that my heart almost melted. A pizza, a cocktail, and a killer dessert, makes you wanna shout "what a wonderful world" in that split second. Definitely one of the best dining experience for the year 2011. By the way, their walls are full of drawings made by customers, and weren't they cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas is around the corner, and to be honest, I don't give a damn LOL. Ask me am I a Christian, nope. Ask me do I really celebrate Christmas for the past 22 years, nope. So why do people that are not Christian&amp;nbsp;keep acting like they're&amp;nbsp;one and celebrate Christmas? Free holidays, following the crowd, an excuse to date your love ones, an easy getaway to do whatever you want cause ITS CHRISTMAS! and etc are the obvious reasons why. Was curious, since Christmas is literally the birth of Jesus Christ, and people celebrates it, so why no celebration for the birth of Buddha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho ho ho, I'm not a christian, but who gives a shit? MERRY CHRISTMAS... in advance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1185322263179133670?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1185322263179133670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1185322263179133670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1185322263179133670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1185322263179133670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/12/state-of-mind.html' title='State of mind'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsHn1f_Loyo/Tuzb0ezMj4I/AAAAAAAABE0/wSVqTNdvLTs/s72-c/mission-impossible-ghost-protocol-poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-6482001184702803231</id><published>2011-12-11T23:46:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:00:32.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already famous. Already sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Already famous. Already sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, took a random leave, and used the opportunity to book for my basic theory test at ComfortDelGro Driving Centre(&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 90%;"&gt;Whats with the long lame delgro name&lt;/span&gt;), in short, known as CDC. My first impression towards cdc, and the whole booking experience, although everything went fast and smoothly, but hell do I hate that place LOL. The location of CDC is in a middle of nowhere, covered by uninspiring unknown factories and private companies, and to make things worst, inside CDC, crowd were sitting outside of CDC waiting don't know for what, some were smoking, and some were faces of uninspiring CDC school instructor face that probably speaks english that comes with&amp;nbsp;hokkien twist and....&amp;nbsp; Call me weird, extremely weird, but guess what, I really hate those kind of scenario. Its just some delusions that I created, but oh well, I'm having fun. Booked my BTT(&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 90%;"&gt;omfg I'm actually using the acronyms that everyone is using back in my poly days, fuck that BTT FTT SSDC PDL&amp;nbsp;ABCCC CCABCBCABC fucking shortforms&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;on 07 FEB 2012. Couldn't get any earlier booking that lies on weekend or weekday's night. The whole procedure of booking the BTT costed me $26. $6 for BTT, $10 for opening a god damn account, and another $10 for some e-trial crap, everything is in a whole package, aww so thoughtful. Was informed by the register and by the posters hanging all around cdc that if you took the e-trial, chances of passing your BTT is almost 100%, even though I didn't want to apply for the e-trial, its kinda too late for me to say no since the register, with the impatience attitude&amp;nbsp;instantly showed me the amount to pay before I could say no to e-trial, so there goes my $10, marketing at its finest. I'm going private all the way for BTT, FTT, and the practical lesson itself. So to get started, got myself a Basic theory test Q&amp;amp;A book in the popular bookstore. The entire book is rather common sense, and I could easily get&amp;nbsp;250 out of&amp;nbsp;300&amp;nbsp;questions correct&amp;nbsp;without studying, just couldn't get the bloody traffic police hand signal right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to watch &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;一泡而红 &lt;/span&gt;with my mum. Come to think of it, its the first time I watched a movie together with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7y1lat9F0A/TuTMX8WeZwI/AAAAAAAABEs/zUo_RIYb6YQ/s1600/319610_231734310214722_173620929359394_569399_137710514_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7y1lat9F0A/TuTMX8WeZwI/AAAAAAAABEs/zUo_RIYb6YQ/s320/319610_231734310214722_173620929359394_569399_137710514_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;一泡而红&lt;/span&gt;, a film by Michelle Chong, was all about how a girl next door in malaysia, with her never say die attitude towards&amp;nbsp;her rather impossible dream and goal to become a super star in Singapore. The film features lots of cameo by our local actor and actresses. To name a few, Patricia Mok, Irene Ang, Kumar, Davin Gan, the fat kid from the Sheng Shiong show that always been featured as the x1000 price, and many more. And what makes this film a little special in&amp;nbsp;the taste, was &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;小鬼&lt;/span&gt;, featured as the male lead in the film. Taiwan &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;小鬼&lt;/span&gt; + our local Michelle Chong, the mixture of these&amp;nbsp;two were already one of the reason why you want to watch this film. Pace of the movie were rather stable, nothing over the top, but was good anyway. A rather inspiring film that reminds me of the book "Failing Forward". Rated this movie 6.5/10. Michelle Chong did a really good job on her debut self directed film. And did I mention that their theme song get suck into your head so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;哪里有人一泡而红的, 要慢慢泡才会红.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-6482001184702803231?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/6482001184702803231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=6482001184702803231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6482001184702803231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6482001184702803231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/12/already-famous-already-sick.html' title='Already famous. Already sick'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7y1lat9F0A/TuTMX8WeZwI/AAAAAAAABEs/zUo_RIYb6YQ/s72-c/319610_231734310214722_173620929359394_569399_137710514_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7919792729510723948</id><published>2011-11-27T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:36:00.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draggy Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Draggy Bull&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, went to cineleisure to have a "farewell dinner" to &lt;strong&gt;Fabian&lt;/strong&gt; at Suki Sushi. Good to see &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; again. After the dinner, booked a midnight movie, &lt;strong&gt;Immortals&lt;/strong&gt;, and we're off to kill the waiting&amp;nbsp;time at the nearby lan shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMCmQ7C6m9c/TtI-BzQVBOI/AAAAAAAABD8/m4Lxl1TzhhI/s1600/Immortals+Movie%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="271px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMCmQ7C6m9c/TtI-BzQVBOI/AAAAAAAABD8/m4Lxl1TzhhI/s320/Immortals+Movie%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿The movie, &lt;strong&gt;Immortals&lt;/strong&gt;, directed by Zack Snyder, also the director of 300, sadly, made a&amp;nbsp;"mortal" return on the big screen. 50% of the movie, I was asleep, maybe because it was a midnight movie? maybe because I've just booked out from camp and joined the farewell dinner and lan and movie was too much for me? Well, maybe those were the reasons why I dooze off, but somewhere in my conscious mind, I doubt that those were the core reason. And the truth is, the movie is a pile of repeated cliche mythology bullshit. I've to admit the ending battle with the Titans are good, but meh, the first 50% of the movie was dull as hell. Maybe I'm giving inapproporiate and unfair review to the film due to me being asleep, but to what I've remembered, the movie fail. Rated it 4.5/10. Maybe I'll download and watch the movie again to prove myself am I right or wrong. Was surprised to see the female lead, &lt;strong&gt;Freida Pinto&lt;/strong&gt; from Slumdog Millionaire, to be in this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This afternoon, went to the IT fair at EXPO. Nowadays I hate going to IT fair, but since &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt; wanna get something from the fair, might as well just tag along, and further more, we've got a movie to catch. They ended up getting nothing from the IT fair,&amp;nbsp;and its off we&amp;nbsp;go to Bugis to get our 5:10pm ticket for the film &lt;strong&gt;You are&amp;nbsp;the apple of my eye&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Our anticipated location for movie is at AMK Hub, 3:20pm, but was fully booked, so were all the other cinemas in &lt;strong&gt;The Cathy&lt;/strong&gt; and in &lt;strong&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/strong&gt;. God is this movie so popular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSHuraxcUA/TtJDvzcgDqI/AAAAAAAABEE/tXK6doBBLFU/s1600/apple-of-my-eye%255B1%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSHuraxcUA/TtJDvzcgDqI/AAAAAAAABEE/tXK6doBBLFU/s320/apple-of-my-eye%255B1%255D.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿﻿You are the apple of my eye&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp; a taiwanese film, was all about teenage life and love. What made this movie so special and outshine all the other komodo love film is the direct, straight-to-the point answer, honest, and above all, the perfect ending. Was surprise to see the list of cast in this film. You've got Ao Quan from the boy band Lollipop, Michelle Chen whom I remembered her very clearly from the taiwan TV drama &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;不良笑花&lt;/span&gt;, and above all, &lt;strong&gt;Hao Shao Wen&lt;/strong&gt; is in the film too! Hao Shao Wen doesn't ring a bloody bell? Still remember this cute little fat monk that starred almost in any ancient chinese fighting movies back in the 90s?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwR-abM4R6w/TtJHep_qikI/AAAAAAAABEM/51lfW620Mdc/s1600/Hao+Shao+Wen+2%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwR-abM4R6w/TtJHep_qikI/AAAAAAAABEM/51lfW620Mdc/s1600/Hao+Shao+Wen+2%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember already don't you? If not, you're probably were too young for this awesomness. Anyway, back to the film, it was a teenage life love movie that was handled right. A heart to heart story telling that somehow related to us in one or another way. I totally adore the ending, the perfect ending ever since &lt;strong&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/strong&gt;. I've been waiting for ages this kind of ending in this genre kind of movie. What makes the ending so great is because of its incredibly honest approach to it. I hate anticipated happy hollywood endings, especially in relationship kind of film. Even though I've already anticipated the ending to be this, but god am I surprise and happy that the ending was exactly what I anticipated years ago in a handful of similiar genre film. For this once I've to be uncensored for a short moment, that the ending, relates so close to me, so&amp;nbsp;close. Probably why&amp;nbsp;I adore this ending so much. I'm not ashame to say that its like watching myself on that big screen in that final ending&amp;nbsp;moment, just like how i visioned myself&amp;nbsp;in 5 years to come.&amp;nbsp;Rated this movie a 7/10.&amp;nbsp;Definitely a&amp;nbsp;very good movie worth watching, but not a great one thats got the hype going around like hotcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My stick and peel blackboard that I've ordered weeks ago had finally arrived 2 days ago. YES! I've combined 3 big sheets that occupies around 54 x 24 inches of my big fat wall. I've&amp;nbsp;instantly test out the blackboard using the free chalk provided and drew some nonsensical stuff onto it.&amp;nbsp;Manage to get my good old saumsung camera phone to start up and shot it after begin left in slumber for the past 16 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9jbXDdeL6A/TtJV5hp_tqI/AAAAAAAABEc/ADEEsb-XOU8/s1600/Photo0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9jbXDdeL6A/TtJV5hp_tqI/AAAAAAAABEc/ADEEsb-XOU8/s320/Photo0090.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Previously the wall was occupied by Ayumi Hamasaki's wallpaper, and now it has come to this, planning and visioning had never been so clear. I've better location for the Ayumi's wallpaper, so yeah, no wastage to the wallpapers, and mind you, I've got those wallpapers for free&amp;nbsp;when I bought her album back in primary school and secondary school days, and god are those wallpapers big and extremely good quality. You can hardly detect any pixelise image quality even when you look extremely up close. Can't wait for my chalk ink marker to arrive in this coming week, and it will be time to bring havoc to the blackboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Got myself a book today, &lt;strong&gt;Listomania&lt;/strong&gt;, in Kinokuniya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c1-qpKG9Xc/TtJX-I_l63I/AAAAAAAABEk/eqf7UgDW_AM/s1600/listomania-cover%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c1-qpKG9Xc/TtJX-I_l63I/AAAAAAAABEk/eqf7UgDW_AM/s1600/listomania-cover%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This 2.5 inch thick book cost me $46. Seems to be interesting and I can't wait to read it in this coming friday during my duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7919792729510723948?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7919792729510723948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7919792729510723948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7919792729510723948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7919792729510723948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/11/draggy-bull.html' title='Draggy Bull'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMCmQ7C6m9c/TtI-BzQVBOI/AAAAAAAABD8/m4Lxl1TzhhI/s72-c/Immortals+Movie%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-63513568362793385</id><published>2011-11-13T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:48:42.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About to get on path</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;About to get on path&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, dine-in at one of the cafe in &lt;strong&gt;Holland Village&lt;/strong&gt; (Can't remember the name of the cafe), and as a form of celebrating &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday. Joined by &lt;strong&gt;Sean, Linda, Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; is now a life guard, what the? Its been like what? 15 years? That I last stepped into Holland Village. Remembered when I was about 3-5 years old, I've always been to Holland Village early in the morning, as early as 3am, riding&amp;nbsp;my Ah Ma's car or my Dad's car&amp;nbsp;down to the wet market in Holland Village. Yes mind you, my Ah Ma can drive, and my utmost respect to her since during that timeline, you really don't see any women driving, I swear, you really don't, not to mention any granny in her&amp;nbsp;late 50's&amp;nbsp;could drive. It was a small wet market stall selling freshly catched and chopped chicken, and my primary one form teacher is a regular customer, how cool is that. Used to kill time by trying to balance myself at the small steep slope, and tried running vertically across the slope with my slippery dinosaur design slippers. Back on track, a happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days ago, on wednesday, went to Sentosa Tanjong beach for my unit's event, the CSSCOM anniversary. A great day to skip the good old camp, but sadly too, a waste of time. There is a Marche' in Vivocity, god am I surprise. A beautiful morning scenery lays outside the platform of Marche'. Gonna stay overnight at that place when I got a chance. Anyway, after the event in&amp;nbsp;Sentosa,&amp;nbsp;had our lunch/quick bites at Carl's Junior in Vivo. Chili cheese&amp;nbsp;fries are tasty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is magical, and why? Because today I've watched&amp;nbsp;a documentary&amp;nbsp;film, &lt;strong&gt;Life in a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDIW2OGVweg/Tr-qYGTTe9I/AAAAAAAABD0/uxohbpLbH00/s1600/life-in-a-day-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDIW2OGVweg/Tr-qYGTTe9I/AAAAAAAABD0/uxohbpLbH00/s320/life-in-a-day-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is a documentary film made by filmmakers all around the world, just like you and me. This film was a project created by YouTube, whereby they're requesting videoes around the world to share their video about their life, in a single day, and that day, is July 24th 2010. It was a randomly picked date, well, literally, as July 24th 2010&amp;nbsp;was a&amp;nbsp;first saturday after the World Cup,&amp;nbsp;so don't get worried about whats so special on the day July 24th. The entire film showcases raw footage of how everyday people live their life on that particular day. A 94 minutes 57 seconds long film&amp;nbsp;that includes scenes selected from 4,500 hours of footage in 80,000 submissions from 192 nations. Watching this film is like a dream come true to me. I've always wanted to travel around the world and do a documentary that is similiar to this film. This film is truly magical and insipiring. Kinda disappointed that no footage of Singapore and Singaporeans&amp;nbsp;is shown in this film.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This film needs no rating, as rating it would kinda "insult" the film itself. This film is, Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-63513568362793385?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/63513568362793385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=63513568362793385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/63513568362793385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/63513568362793385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/11/about-to-get-on-path.html' title='About to get on path'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDIW2OGVweg/Tr-qYGTTe9I/AAAAAAAABD0/uxohbpLbH00/s72-c/life-in-a-day-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2931877822725030942</id><published>2011-10-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:44:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Awkward cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fast week indeed, as wednesday was Deepavali, and Friday I'm on off. On Thursday, went out with &lt;strong&gt;Wilson, Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; for the usual gathering and dinner. Alastair came along too.&amp;nbsp;The combination of &lt;strong&gt;Alastair&lt;/strong&gt;'s long hair and the 4 of us, seem as if we're back in Poly once again.&amp;nbsp;Dine at the nearest coffee shop to Jubilee, and was introduced the western by &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;. What can I say? Good value and good food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;In Time&lt;/strong&gt; after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrZIxNdDh28/Tq1Q-Yrf2MI/AAAAAAAABDU/3pLoZsimK2I/s1600/in-time-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrZIxNdDh28/Tq1Q-Yrf2MI/AAAAAAAABDU/3pLoZsimK2I/s320/in-time-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="229px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿Have wanted to watch this movie ever since the trailer aired on TV. Plot seems attractive whereby time is everything, in such a way that, it is their currency, and their life. Getting a cup of coffee costs you 5 mins, so you're pretty much spending away your life, and mind you, all of them can only live until 25 years old, unless, you're flithy rich and buy time. Great cast that consist of &lt;strong&gt;Justin Timberlake, Amanda Seyfried, Vincent Kartheiser&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Alex Pettyfer&lt;/strong&gt;. All in all, a good looking movie with all the great original concept and cast, but with an&amp;nbsp;average outcome. Rated it 5.5/10. Could've been so much better. You've fail, &lt;strong&gt;Andrew Niccol&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So looking forward inward outward backward towards the upcoming anticipated chalet in months to come. Would be a great opportunity for us to heal ourselves to endure the remainding months of mad glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halloween? I've been celebrating it everyday for the past 15 months. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2931877822725030942?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2931877822725030942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2931877822725030942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2931877822725030942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2931877822725030942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/10/awkward-cycle.html' title='Awkward cycle'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrZIxNdDh28/Tq1Q-Yrf2MI/AAAAAAAABDU/3pLoZsimK2I/s72-c/in-time-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-463109400329013457</id><published>2011-10-23T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:45:30.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Self-Denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out and dine-in at Fish&amp;amp;Co last sunday, as a form of celebrating Apple's birthday. Such occasion with a simple setup always provide room for a heart-to-heart chat session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following thursday noon, met up with &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua, Sean&lt;/strong&gt;, and his brother for lunch at KFC, and accompany &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt; to buy his monitor. While on our way from KFC to AMK Hub, saw both &lt;strong&gt;Mag &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt;. Quite a coincidence, and you'll be wondering why the hell these people are strolling their ass off in AMK while they should be either in the army or working. Again, quite a coincidence, both &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt; and I on leave, &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua's&lt;/strong&gt; on off, &lt;strong&gt;Mag's&lt;/strong&gt; on off, and &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; got herself MC due to stomach flu or some shitty nasty disease thats got her flying off to the nearest AMK clinic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days away from that uninspiring place, since I took 3 days leave, from wednesday to friday. Yesterday I dreamt that I've just ORD, and thru lots of confusion and the distorted world in the dreamland, I've realised, in my dream,&amp;nbsp;that everything was just a dream, and I'm so shock and disappointed that I jumped up, breaking my dream and woke up in the middle of the night. I laughed at myself mentally about how such silly minor matters got me all intense and eventually woke myself up in a great shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've invited self-denial. I've defeated it, but I'm still not satisfied. What am I? I knew the answer, but I still asked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-463109400329013457?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/463109400329013457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=463109400329013457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/463109400329013457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/463109400329013457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-denial.html' title='Self-Denial'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-806399774479066592</id><published>2011-10-17T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:41:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Clear Cut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday in advance a few hours ago. From beautiful wrapped presents to present sitting in a shopping bag to &lt;em&gt;chose-your-present-on-the-spot&lt;/em&gt; to now, simple dine-in gathering, served as the perfect present for the 9 years old friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks back, took the free time to watch 2 movies, &lt;strong&gt;Grave Encounters&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Blair Witch Project&lt;/strong&gt;. Both of these movies are shot using the found-footage technique. I've great fun watching both of them, and at the same time, always felt miserable at the end of the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XVZ7kHiOYU/Tpr7aas6XqI/AAAAAAAABC0/UpGIGWDTjAE/s1600/grave-encounters%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XVZ7kHiOYU/Tpr7aas6XqI/AAAAAAAABC0/UpGIGWDTjAE/s320/grave-encounters%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhh, the &lt;strong&gt;Grave Encounters&lt;/strong&gt;. Was hooked by its trailer on youtube months ago, and finally, got my hands on it from the net. This film was about a crew of ghost hunting team, were shooting their very own reality TV show called the "Grave Encounters". All their previous episodes on ghost hunting where fake, and even the host himself is skeptical of the existence of ghost. It was all for the sake of the effects of the good television. So, in their latest episode, neither do they all know that its their final episode, cause, in their latest episode of their reality TV series,&amp;nbsp;they will be shooting it in the abandon psychiatric hospital, whereby the real deal is waiting for them, and as anticipated, a miserably tragic ending.&amp;nbsp;A very interesting horror found-footage film merges with old school Hong Kong horror. Plot and flow of the film was pretty much cliche, but nevertheless, a good found-footage horror film with some fresh twist&amp;nbsp;not to be missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUNssuaK_R4/Tpr-ahSDUoI/AAAAAAAABC8/yxWP-r30fSY/s1600/grave_encounters_main%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUNssuaK_R4/Tpr-ahSDUoI/AAAAAAAABC8/yxWP-r30fSY/s320/grave_encounters_main%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aha, I love how the crew go posting infront of the camera, and said "Welcome to another episode of Grave Encounters", and followed by them laughing their ass off on their own stupidity and faking the audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But guess whats the interesting part? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHBqzv29oLs/Tpr_R2p6j9I/AAAAAAAABDE/qWebazlCjRI/s1600/grave-encounters-still-2%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHBqzv29oLs/Tpr_R2p6j9I/AAAAAAAABDE/qWebazlCjRI/s320/grave-encounters-still-2%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They're pretty much fucked in their latest and final episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0B_VeTeIaY/TpsAB66PzSI/AAAAAAAABDM/6tqwvcksr_4/s1600/the-blair-witch-project%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0B_VeTeIaY/TpsAB66PzSI/AAAAAAAABDM/6tqwvcksr_4/s320/the-blair-witch-project%255B1%255D.jpg" width="226px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blair Witch Project&lt;/strong&gt;, kept seeing this title appears in every single comment of famous found-footage film like &lt;strong&gt;Cloverfield, Quarantine, Paranormal Activity&lt;/strong&gt; and etc. The comment often compare these movie with &lt;strong&gt;The Blair Witch Project&lt;/strong&gt;, since its one of the first horror film in the year 1999&amp;nbsp;that uses the found-footage technique to shoot the entire film, and easily the film that inspire all the current&amp;nbsp;found-footage horror film. This movie was about a group of 3&amp;nbsp;film students set out to produce a documentary on the infamous Blair Witch. Blair Witch was a folks tale, and a legend/myth that&amp;nbsp;the locals&amp;nbsp;used to scare their children if they were to misbehave. It was told by the locals that a hermit that was controlled by the Blair Witch, had kidnapped 7 children in the 1940s, and the hermit would torture and murdered all the children. As expected, the group of 3 film student, set out to the woods to produce a documentary for their school project, and neither do they know that tragic and fearsome ending awaits. This movie was intense, very intense, and the performance by the 3 actor and actress were astounding. This film truly live up to its name, and is a&amp;nbsp;must watch for found-footage lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've witness clear-cut evidence of drifting individuals syndrome. That if you just sit there and do nothing, there really isn't anything gonna happen to you nor to your anticipated subject. Forget about waiting and do absolutely nothing and hoping that something magical will happen that will trigger your success and overwrite all the dumb waiting that was bound to be in vain. Only plausible if you're your own strong character, both internal and external. Kinda sad but, an excellent wake up call that got my character hidden and trapped for so long thanks to 730 days of compulsory mad glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-806399774479066592?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/806399774479066592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=806399774479066592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/806399774479066592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/806399774479066592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/10/clear-cut.html' title='Clear Cut'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XVZ7kHiOYU/Tpr7aas6XqI/AAAAAAAABC0/UpGIGWDTjAE/s72-c/grave-encounters%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-619974009897296360</id><published>2011-10-03T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:35:51.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 more months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 more months&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my unit's cohesion day. Held at Pasir Ris park, tough luck on the weather, but gradually the rain stops, and there goes our "Amazing race" game in Pasir Ris park. How can I forget how beautiful Pasir Ris park was in the morning. After the game, had our lunch at Sakura at downtown east. Thanks to this cohesion, I didn't hate army as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvGLSbzyY7I/TomsjJIKhfI/AAAAAAAABCo/un1VyDxWgAc/s1600/298622_10150392278283156_754493155_9780428_384280037_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvGLSbzyY7I/TomsjJIKhfI/AAAAAAAABCo/un1VyDxWgAc/s320/298622_10150392278283156_754493155_9780428_384280037_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Johnny English Reborn&lt;/strong&gt; right after Sakura, at The Cathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Q24bswi_w/Tom2lQveDaI/AAAAAAAABCs/-jsWdUdxaa0/s1600/johnny-english-reborn%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Q24bswi_w/Tom2lQveDaI/AAAAAAAABCs/-jsWdUdxaa0/s320/johnny-english-reborn%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A pretty much anticipated sequel, and now Rowan is back to kick some butt, or, the other way round? A funny but yet redundant sequel. Story plot was shallow, and pretty much everything was dumb, but thanks to Rowan, the film was pretty much saved. Rated it 5.5/10. Honestly, I had a hard laugh on the chair scene. LMAO-ing brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6xmCZLRVss/TonTLnf4ISI/AAAAAAAABCw/IwBLdc7jvGw/s1600/Johnny+English+Reborn+Rowan+Atkinson+chair+gag+in+MI7+conference%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6xmCZLRVss/TonTLnf4ISI/AAAAAAAABCw/IwBLdc7jvGw/s320/Johnny+English+Reborn+Rowan+Atkinson+chair+gag+in+MI7+conference%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I wouldn't say with a blink of an eye, I've left 10 more months till ORD. Pretty fast? I thought so, but everytime I looked back, looking back on what I've done, isn't that fast at all. So I've pretty much done nothing on the self-enrichment part for the past 14 months. Guess its about time to spend these remainding 10 months wisely. Be it taking up my driving license, or broaden my mind and soul thru articles and books, definitely gonna achieve it once I've clear my mind away from doubt and debts. Its about time to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sea of subconsciousness is a&amp;nbsp;bunch of green pixelated gladiators.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-619974009897296360?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/619974009897296360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=619974009897296360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/619974009897296360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/619974009897296360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-more-months.html' title='10 more months'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvGLSbzyY7I/TomsjJIKhfI/AAAAAAAABCo/un1VyDxWgAc/s72-c/298622_10150392278283156_754493155_9780428_384280037_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-4304900419151466388</id><published>2011-09-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:19:29.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;What am I doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to SIM open house with &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt;. Feels great to be a student once again, pretty much deceiving myself. Got myself booklets of sociology and psychology, and herself a booklet of management. Attend the briefing with her, for her desired management course. The briefing wasn't appealing&amp;nbsp;to me, but did get&amp;nbsp;a better&amp;nbsp;insights of how the uni works. Her plan is to study part time, and work at the same time, thanks to the sky high school fees. Gonna be a tough path to walk, but its all for the better, and I'm proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong point to watch &lt;strong&gt;Abduction&lt;/strong&gt;, a movie&amp;nbsp;starring &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcAWFsP21aY/Tn8jMlgNZBI/AAAAAAAABCk/Y-B1tCdQ7Bk/s1600/Abduction+Poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcAWFsP21aY/Tn8jMlgNZBI/AAAAAAAABCk/Y-B1tCdQ7Bk/s320/Abduction+Poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="235px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The movie was about how Nathan Harper (Taylor Lautner), was deceived, from the day he was born till now, in his early 20s. Mysteries unfolds as he seeks out the truth, whereby his parents weren't his biological parents but 2 skilled agent hired by his real parents to protect him. Its an incomplete and souless film if you were to ask me, but somehow, switching off your brain for a while, could be a rather good treat. Rated it 4.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, went to Ang Mo Kio's Pizza Hut with &lt;strong&gt;Apple, Linda, Sean&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt;. Memories of us, excluding &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;, still wearing white shirt and white long pants, blue pinafold and belt, is still so clear. Still remember having our lunch at Pizza Hut right after our last O level paper, DnT. And here we're, 5 years later, things hasn't really changed much, and isn't a bad thing. There are still so many 5 years ahead of us, and I wonder when will be the time that I looked back, looked back at all my wonderful bits and pieces of my life, and drop tears that would shaken my old soul without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing? Always asking, always wondering. Thinking too much? I supposed so, but not really. I'm a fire that burns desperately, but you keep on holding me, with&amp;nbsp;a deathly grip. Release me, and I'll fly, cause we're all born to fly. Life is good when you're savouring every little things. Even setbacks is worth savouring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-4304900419151466388?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/4304900419151466388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=4304900419151466388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4304900419151466388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4304900419151466388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcAWFsP21aY/Tn8jMlgNZBI/AAAAAAAABCk/Y-B1tCdQ7Bk/s72-c/Abduction+Poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2199095468988582240</id><published>2011-09-04T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:00:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Smurf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the Smurf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Smurf&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday at NEX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDJ7DnNwOFc/TmN7Pb6oZaI/AAAAAAAABCM/vBuADfJBFUQ/s1600/the-smurfs-movie-wallpaper-2%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDJ7DnNwOFc/TmN7Pb6oZaI/AAAAAAAABCM/vBuADfJBFUQ/s320/the-smurfs-movie-wallpaper-2%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Smurfs smurfs smurfs. Blue skin, tiny, white hats and pants, and 99% of them looked alike and don't know what the hell they're all doing. Thats what I thought before I watched the movie. I hated smurfs, since when I was primary 1. Mainly because of the twin sisters thats in the same class as me. Both of them are like the "bullies" in our class, and they're dirty and vulgar. And what has it gonna do with smurfs? Because the twin sisters&amp;nbsp;were both carrying the damn smurfs bag! Looked something like this, but much uglier and dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubVr8btGgUY/TmN9x7Mt34I/AAAAAAAABCQ/FfVChN6OPk0/s1600/371-3833-4292-40-yyy%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubVr8btGgUY/TmN9x7Mt34I/AAAAAAAABCQ/FfVChN6OPk0/s320/371-3833-4292-40-yyy%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not to mention, the twin sisters looked like smurfs TOO! I guess thats when I started to hate smurf in my own imaginary way. Thankfully, I've taken this chance to watch Smurf the movie, finally get to know what the smurf they're all about. To my surprise, the movie turn out to be much better than what I've expect. The smurfs that I used to hate, turns out to be so adorable. I had some silly laughs thru out the movie, though not a good movie, but not a bad movie either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrIqUxQzGgk/TmN_c16tfPI/AAAAAAAABCU/lyrV32cMHx8/s1600/320_the-smurfs-movie-172%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrIqUxQzGgk/TmN_c16tfPI/AAAAAAAABCU/lyrV32cMHx8/s1600/320_the-smurfs-movie-172%255B1%255D.jpg" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿Its funny to see how this poor cat grins and laugh after being toss around like a ping pong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoD7u4LdWaI/TmOALt1x9mI/AAAAAAAABCY/yS5CNN31mcI/s1600/300.ad.HankAzaria.021909%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoD7u4LdWaI/TmOALt1x9mI/AAAAAAAABCY/yS5CNN31mcI/s1600/300.ad.HankAzaria.021909%255B1%255D.jpg" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great performance by &lt;strong&gt;Hank Azaria&lt;/strong&gt;, who acted as &lt;strong&gt;Gargamel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE1e-GJoydk/TmOAv8ZnuqI/AAAAAAAABCc/X0HY9HRIrMs/s1600/azaria_gargamel%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE1e-GJoydk/TmOAv8ZnuqI/AAAAAAAABCc/X0HY9HRIrMs/s320/azaria_gargamel%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aha, so much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was funny to see &lt;strong&gt;Tim Gunn&lt;/strong&gt; from project runway, starred as Henri in this movie too. And not forgetting Katy&amp;nbsp;Perry voice acted as Smurfette, and it was good.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, rated this movie 5.5/10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, watched a Swedish film at home, call, &lt;strong&gt;Pax&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwaKKO06GrE/TmOC4jwcIjI/AAAAAAAABCg/HpuSCVeWytQ/s1600/5434l%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BwaKKO06GrE/TmOC4jwcIjI/AAAAAAAABCg/HpuSCVeWytQ/s320/5434l%255B1%255D.jpg" width="275px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, you followed 7 people on a same plane, each having their own background and&amp;nbsp;running away from something that hurts them in the reality. The plane was having some serious fault in the engine, and it was a scary bumpy ride to all of them. It was thru this life threatening event, they see life in another perspective. A really nice and simple film that teaches you something valuable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2199095468988582240?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2199095468988582240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2199095468988582240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2199095468988582240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2199095468988582240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-smurf.html' title='What the Smurf?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDJ7DnNwOFc/TmN7Pb6oZaI/AAAAAAAABCM/vBuADfJBFUQ/s72-c/the-smurfs-movie-wallpaper-2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-174929321961467024</id><published>2011-08-31T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:55:48.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mirage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again, yet another long weekend since August 8. Last friday I took half day off, monday&amp;nbsp;was presidential election off, yesterday was Hari Raya, and today, I took a day leave. So in total, a 5.5 days of holiday. But the fast forward button never fail to trigger while you're in holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tony Tan will officially become Singapore's president on September 1st, which is tomorrow. Kinda&amp;nbsp;preferred Tan Cheng Bock&amp;nbsp;won the election, but oh well, don't think there will be any much difference, since the power of the president in Singapore is very much&amp;nbsp;limited. The only thing that they can play around with their very own hands, are the Singapore reserves. Just by thinking I will not get to see Mr Nathan and his wife's photo hanging on the wall, kinda kills me in a used-to-it way. I've been seeing both of their photos hanging on my secondary school, poly, and thousands of corporate and company's wall for so long, and now, finally a new face, a familiar one, even though his our new president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp;Because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4MKLladU5Y/Tl5EuPCYXyI/AAAAAAAABB0/BYlX5lcGESk/s1600/313465_105376992900076_100002833278609_27394_1759626_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4MKLladU5Y/Tl5EuPCYXyI/AAAAAAAABB0/BYlX5lcGESk/s320/313465_105376992900076_100002833278609_27394_1759626_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, free KFC for the next 4 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Ukraine won the recent DotA 2 tournament, and was awarded 1 million USD. Hell lot of money. Singapore&amp;nbsp;won a&amp;nbsp;3rd place,&amp;nbsp;and was awarded 150k USD. Hell lot of money too. They were even on the news headline, mentioning that one of the most money earned for Singaporean in the pro gaming industry. Interesting. But am I sad that the UI and some of the hero models in DotA 2 are kinda fail. Since its still in a alpha stage, we will see&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;Valve gonna offer us&amp;nbsp;in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQZqLFPaaKs/Tl5J5Jks9nI/AAAAAAAABB4/rvUWYX0tx3c/s1600/dn-banner%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQZqLFPaaKs/Tl5J5Jks9nI/AAAAAAAABB4/rvUWYX0tx3c/s320/dn-banner%255B1%255D.jpg" width="238px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently had been playing &lt;strong&gt;Dragon Nest&lt;/strong&gt;. A very much anticipated game. 3 years ago I've been waiting for this game to come to Asia, and wow, its like a dream come true when they announced that its gonna be hosted in Singapore. So many friends around me are playing it&amp;nbsp;too, and&amp;nbsp;I mean soooooo many.&amp;nbsp;From the ones that you will expect them to play, allllll the way down to the ones that you totally will not expect them to play.&amp;nbsp;Just imagine&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt; go clubbing that kind of "will not expect". Truly a great mmorpg not to be missed by both mmorpg lover and haters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccM5V32UsUw/Tl5LMoF-wkI/AAAAAAAABB8/vEKhpqCf6n4/s1600/Suicide-Room-2011-Hollywood-Movie-Watch-Online-712x1024%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccM5V32UsUw/Tl5LMoF-wkI/AAAAAAAABB8/vEKhpqCf6n4/s320/Suicide-Room-2011-Hollywood-Movie-Watch-Online-712x1024%255B1%255D.jpg" width="222px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, watched a Polish film at home, Sala Samobojcow, which means Suicide Room in english. After watching it, hell do I felt miserable, but at the same time, felt great. Its about a guy, whos got everything that a teenager could ask for. Good family background, fame, money, beautiful girlfriend, bright future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSe9ri10Iqw/Tl5NFaR9QUI/AAAAAAAABCA/Vf2_2te2pXY/s1600/suicide_room_by_alisa_bosconovitch-d46apd3%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSe9ri10Iqw/Tl5NFaR9QUI/AAAAAAAABCA/Vf2_2te2pXY/s320/suicide_room_by_alisa_bosconovitch-d46apd3%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but turns into an emo shit gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSFAQWq-Z4/Tl5NkoSSeUI/AAAAAAAABCE/1RkpdDMGiSI/s1600/berlinale-2011-suicide-room-el-abismo-del-mundo-virtual-toma-el-relevo-al-video-de-benny%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSFAQWq-Z4/Tl5NkoSSeUI/AAAAAAAABCE/1RkpdDMGiSI/s320/berlinale-2011-suicide-room-el-abismo-del-mundo-virtual-toma-el-relevo-al-video-de-benny%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie greatly brings out the emo culture that usually get despise by the general public. You seldom get to see this kind of movie, or should I say, never. A unique and good movie that you don't usually get. Glad that I put up the initiative to watch this movie, and I've learn something valuable through this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best not to mention any thing related to Army, but I must type this. HELL DO I HATE TOMORROW BECAUSE ITS BACK TO CAMP FUCK. Actually back to camp ain't that bad, just trying to exaggerate the whole situation. Ladies&amp;nbsp;asked why we &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;开口闭口&lt;/span&gt; always talk about army army army duing gathering. I agree that I too felt very very annoyed when I'm in a certain gathering, met some guy friends, and the first thing was, "You now in army? What camp?", and blah blah blah army tall story cycle continues. Can't be helped. Its the most effective way to break the ice easily for army guys. A common topic that everyone male in Singapore shares. Kinda selfish and felt "betrayed" for ladies to ask why we always talk about army, be it intentional or unintentional. We also don't like to talk about army, we also wish to be able to hehe-haha pursuing higher educational level talking about our studies, talking about interesting stuff and people we met, talking about which course should I take, talking about our interesting life. But hey, we've given almost all of our time to the army, and do you still think that we've much to talk about thinking that the next day we've to go back to camp, or even worst, a 24 hours duty waiting to mind fuck your brain. Cannot say "Then don't talk lor". At least help us change the topic instead of asking why we always talk about army. Life is good for a certain reason, and you knew&amp;nbsp;it all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wt9zJK_joGA/Tl5Xdilx5cI/AAAAAAAABCI/BGNVWstaDuE/s1600/f3cb6629f5_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wt9zJK_joGA/Tl5Xdilx5cI/AAAAAAAABCI/BGNVWstaDuE/s1600/f3cb6629f5_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling japan all of a sudden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-174929321961467024?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/174929321961467024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=174929321961467024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/174929321961467024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/174929321961467024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/08/mirage.html' title='Mirage'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4MKLladU5Y/Tl5EuPCYXyI/AAAAAAAABB0/BYlX5lcGESk/s72-c/313465_105376992900076_100002833278609_27394_1759626_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1812148703267468136</id><published>2011-08-10T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:57:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again proven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once again proven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago on July 29 friday, as a form of celebrating &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday, went to have steamboat session at Bugis. On my way from Ang Mo Kio MRT station to Bugis, while I'm leaning onto one of the MRT glass panel indulge in my crazy little musical world, an entity with a familiar face pop out right infront of me saying hello with a great smile on the face. In that split second, I almost thought that she was &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;, but guess what? She's &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt;, a cute little lady that I've not met since early 2009. Culture shock, definitely, cause shes having a long hair now, instead of the short fluffy hair that we used to play with. I swear in that split moment she sure does look like &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing and sad at the same time how we're able to catch up with each other for the&amp;nbsp; past 2 years just by having a short chit-chatting session, just imagine the duration between Bishan MRT station to&amp;nbsp;City Hall MRT station that kind of duration. Nevertheless, feels really great to see her even though I didn't express it. Met up with Sean and&amp;nbsp;gang, and they were too, surprise to see &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn't realise it was &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;'s first time seeing &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt;. Come to think of it, yeah, they never met each other before. &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned that &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt; look very cute, and my reply to her was "Of course, shes the cutest girl in our class back in secondary school days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to the steamboat stall, can't remember the name of the stall. Got our seats, and few mins later, here comes &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nyuk Xin&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Hwee Hoon&lt;/strong&gt;. And a moment later, comes &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Mag&lt;/strong&gt;. The steamboat wasn't bad at all, the downside of it is the squeezy space while you're filling up your drinks. So once again, I'm not the only one that got a culture shock when I saw &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Wendy, Nyuk Xin, Hwee Hoon&lt;/strong&gt;, all of them, can't recognize &lt;strong&gt;Pei En &lt;/strong&gt;in that split moment. Since &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt; was sitting next to &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt; on the steamboat session, &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt; they all thought shes &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;'s girlfriend from afar. Laugh until I almost die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we're almost done with the steamboat, here comes &lt;strong&gt;Bao Ru&lt;/strong&gt;. Shes got her wisdom tooth extracted, claiming that shes so super hungry cause she didn't eat for the whole day thanks to the extraction. So the plan now was to proceed to Sean's house, get some food from Chomp Chomp, and cut the&amp;nbsp;surprise birthday cake for &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang. &lt;/strong&gt;As Xing Hua and the girls took his car down to Chomp Chomp cum Sean's house, the 4 of us, &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang, Sean, Apple&lt;/strong&gt;, Me, was trying to fare a cab. I was telling them, sure cannot fare a cab one, the reason is because, we're born 1989, and are cursed&amp;nbsp;ever since&amp;nbsp;we're born to be suay. In order to achieve anything that other people can achieved easily, the 1989s have to do it the hard way in order to be in equal standards compared to others. Hah, that was some crazy myth that I created myself ever since I realised that I'm fucking suay, back when I was 12 years old. The myth continues to prove me right, cause of so many 1989s that I've met, most of them is suay and always do it the hard way into whatever they're doing. So, back to faring a cab business. So we're trying to fare a cab, waited for&amp;nbsp; like 15 mins, 0 cab.&amp;nbsp;Sean suggested that we cross over to the next lane, and Ziyang and I was pouring wet blanket saying the good old 1989s cursed myth. Just as we cross over to the next lane, fucking guess what? A rubbish truck IMMEDIATELY from nowhere suddenly appear right infront of us, clearing all the rubbish next to the bus stop. Smell was horrible as usual, and once again proven, that my 1989s cursed myth is right. For so long that we waited on the opposite lane, theres totally no sight of rubbish truck, but why the fuck when we cross over, the rubbish truck IMMEDIATELY appear right infront of us? Don't fucking understand. The only solution to this kind of bullshit, is the 1989s cursed myth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we continued to try our very best to fare for a cab on the smelly street thanks to the rubbish truck. Sean was about to call for a cab, but I told him, we should never give in to the 1989s cursed myth. If he made that call for a cab, means that we're defeated by the 1989s curse. Trying to fare for a cab for the next 10 mins, I can sense that the curse was about to break soon, you're asking me how can i sense it, I don't know why also, but I can tell you that I've experience this kind of suay-ness for the past decade, and definitely I can feel when the curse is breaking soon. Ziyang suggested that one of us fare a cab at the next lane, while the remainding 3 of us stay put at this smelly lane to fare for a cab. At that moment, I told Ziyang that once you cross back to the lane, you will surely fare a cab immediately. He too, wanted to believe in my insane-ness, but at the same time, wanted to prove me wrong that theres no such thing as 1989s curse, so he immediately ran across back to the next lane. While his running across, I kept mumbling, loud enough,&amp;nbsp;to Sean and Apple "see lor, once he cross over, sure instantly fare a cab, want bet?". And fucking guess what? HE INDEED INSTANTLY SUCCESSFULLY FARE A CAB ONCE HE CROSSED OVER!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows what? This shows that once again proven, the 1989s cursed myth exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;'s house, ate the desserts they bought from Chomp Chomp, and its time for&amp;nbsp;surprise birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFRI-hlPk8Y/TkI-o3VWIxI/AAAAAAAABBk/xptsd8VYf4o/s1600/250346_10150266129663441_751793440_7625659_7325843_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFRI-hlPk8Y/TkI-o3VWIxI/AAAAAAAABBk/xptsd8VYf4o/s320/250346_10150266129663441_751793440_7625659_7325843_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="179px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bet he didn't expect a birthday cake. I'm a cake hater, especially with those disgusting thick cream. But I'm totally in love with this cake. The cream is so light on the stomach, and the cake is pure delicious with small slices of strawberry hidden in the cake itself. Probably the first time I've actually seen a birthday cake with no leftover for cake-face smashing, and its all right down into our yummy tummy. Cake was from &lt;strong&gt;Bakerzin&lt;/strong&gt; by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its midnight when we're about to leave, and when &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt; asked me how am I going to go home? I replied that I'm gonna run home. They laughed, thought I was joking. But no, I wasn't joking, I've mentioned that I'm gonna run home ever since we board the hard-earned cab at Bugis. I don't know why, but I just got the mood, and the weather was right for running home. I believe that this will set a milestone for me to embark my crazy journey once I ORD. To put it simple, I just love how Singapore got its other side that nobody cares to explore upon or even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Captain America&lt;/strong&gt;. And surprisingly, &lt;strong&gt;Pei En&lt;/strong&gt; joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2w8fNH8yM4/TkJDoSaCCiI/AAAAAAAABBo/txUMJbQ0OrQ/s1600/captain_america_the_first_avenger01%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2w8fNH8yM4/TkJDoSaCCiI/AAAAAAAABBo/txUMJbQ0OrQ/s320/captain_america_the_first_avenger01%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the sake of "completing" the avenger's set, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Captain America : The First Avenger&lt;/strong&gt;. This movie was charming at the start, but when&amp;nbsp;Steve Rogers turns into a super soldier, and became the Captain America, things starts to get lame. I understand the needs to promoting the US army with an iconic character, and&amp;nbsp;I too find it beauty, but tell me, just how would one sane person be sneaking into enemy's territory, running around with the god damn flashy clown suit, together with a flashy&amp;nbsp;bulletproof shield? Running in with the flashy suit, ok, I can understand, since he got nothing time to waste to change his damn suit, but the fake shield? C'mon. Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the fake shield way before the Stark's made him a prototype sound proof shield. The whole movie never explains how the round shield is able to return back to its owner every time Steve Rogers attempt a throw. If the solution is simply "Hey, its a super hero movie, nothing needs to be explain since they're super hero", then fuck it. Overall, a very old-fashion hero action movie, with average performance and plot. Rated it 5.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, had our dinner at Macdonald's, and proceed on to &lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday celebration at Changi NS resort chalet. Its the same resort chalet that we celebrate &lt;strong&gt;Mag&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday back in October 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, August 9, was national day, but I guess non of us give a damn anymore. Went to a Japanese restaurant to have a meal, and as a form of birthday celebration for &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;. The food was ok, and thumbs up for the Apple Berry Soda. The cozy-ness of the seat on that exact moment, is heart-warming. Felts like a one big family&amp;nbsp;gathered to have a wholesome meal. BIBIM!&amp;nbsp; BARD BARD BARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Horrible Bosses&lt;/strong&gt; after the meal at the Japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_GQrt6OHvA/TkJRoVhdxQI/AAAAAAAABBw/0-IzVHPrFNc/s1600/jennifer-aniston-horrible-bosses-posters-01%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_GQrt6OHvA/TkJRoVhdxQI/AAAAAAAABBw/0-IzVHPrFNc/s320/jennifer-aniston-horrible-bosses-posters-01%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What if your bosses is a psycho, a maneater, and a drug addict asshole? You'll about to get a very angry employee thats about to do anything to get rid of their bosses. This movie, even though its old on the plot, but somehow, its refreshing at the same time, thanks to its solid cast, especially &lt;strong&gt;Kevin Spacey&lt;/strong&gt;. This movie is all about how these 3 buddies, each&amp;nbsp; having their own horrible bosses, plotting to get rid of their respective bosses, but the whole event was never what they expect, and thing seems to turn out to be out of control. This movie was full of low-stake humour, but get saved by the solid cast. &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/strong&gt; was surprisingly sexually appeal to the audience, thanks to her role as a maneater nympho. But nevertheless, a pretty average movie that worth a 5.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty long break for me the past 5 days, since monday I'm taking family day off, tuesday is national day off, and today I'm taking leave. I hate this kind of moment the most whereby you're at the edge of your break, and reminding yourself that you've got to face reality someway or another soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1812148703267468136?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1812148703267468136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1812148703267468136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1812148703267468136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1812148703267468136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-again-proven.html' title='Once again proven'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFRI-hlPk8Y/TkI-o3VWIxI/AAAAAAAABBk/xptsd8VYf4o/s72-c/250346_10150266129663441_751793440_7625659_7325843_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-851233054446618273</id><published>2011-07-24T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:22:51.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Airy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week thursday to saturday, took leave and went off to genting. The day before our trip to genting, went to stay overnight at &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;'s house. Its been like what? About a year we've never stay over night at Sean's house ever since we're enlisted into army. Midnight prata, CHEERS&amp;nbsp;at the gas station, and uneasy sleeping posture is still as cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 4:30am, roughly packed our stuff, and we cabbed down to goldenmile beach road. Reached goldenmile, and had our breakfast first at the nearby coffee shop, not the mention their Fan Choi taste like shit, because its still cold I guess. Waited until 6:30am, boarded the Grassland coach, ohh cozy, and its off to Genting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLjWf1_J6uA/Tiv35HssMjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/J-7D6IV2YMs/s1600/269172_225175404188472_100000880411265_611350_5490707_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLjWf1_J6uA/Tiv35HssMjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/J-7D6IV2YMs/s320/269172_225175404188472_100000880411265_611350_5490707_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUQcRSO9z4g/Tiv3-dHZfzI/AAAAAAAAA-s/rHyyqpM0cyw/s1600/270635_225175464188466_100000880411265_611353_5950163_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUQcRSO9z4g/Tiv3-dHZfzI/AAAAAAAAA-s/rHyyqpM0cyw/s320/270635_225175464188466_100000880411265_611353_5950163_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The whole trip took about 6 hours, and it felt like its gonna took forever to reach genting. Had a couple of toilet break in-between the trip, alighting at check points to scan passports, and a quick bite makan break when you've clocked about 4 hours in the coach. Wasn't a pain in the arse consider it took forever, rather, was kinda fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIu77pn5yyM/TiwFjtOXRZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/kppzjJdAuVA/s1600/269533_225175554188457_100000880411265_611359_3226243_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIu77pn5yyM/TiwFjtOXRZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/kppzjJdAuVA/s320/269533_225175554188457_100000880411265_611359_3226243_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After an almost endless twist and turn and twist and turn and twist and turn kind of event, its finally Genting we are. Weather was great. Upon alighting, we went to the hotel lobby(Lobi) to check in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SylMGCSMh0/TiwIk73_ZMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mVhND2CI8rE/s1600/284595_225175574188455_100000880411265_611360_4805177_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SylMGCSMh0/TiwIk73_ZMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mVhND2CI8rE/s320/284595_225175574188455_100000880411265_611360_4805177_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkjzV7d8Bik/TiwJknCACGI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wVUpmxj9z3I/s1600/283204_225175694188443_100000880411265_611365_1425254_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkjzV7d8Bik/TiwJknCACGI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wVUpmxj9z3I/s320/283204_225175694188443_100000880411265_611365_1425254_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Theres a TV hanging on the wall behind the receptionist, and its showing Mr Bean, if you ever wonder what are we looking and smiling at. Mr Bean sitcom just doesn't get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MVZiNlTCBXM/TiwPolGOreI/AAAAAAAAA-8/c44QLvZFcwY/s1600/img_33132_mr-bean-making-a-sandwich%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MVZiNlTCBXM/TiwPolGOreI/AAAAAAAAA-8/c44QLvZFcwY/s320/img_33132_mr-bean-making-a-sandwich%255B2%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our card key finally, and its the 5th floor. Kinda disappointed, cause I was hoping for the highest floor for unknown reason. Unloaded all our barang barang(can't fucking believe I actually chose to use the army term barang barang)&amp;nbsp;into our own room, slacked for a couple of mins, abusing the phone in the room to make a couple of&amp;nbsp;prank calls to Sean &amp;amp; Ziyang's room,&amp;nbsp;and finally we all gathered in Sean &amp;amp; Ziyang's room(sounds sexy?)&amp;nbsp;for god-knows-why reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj5HY8xqtWk/TiwTIUGP3PI/AAAAAAAAA_E/LYP9nln9F0A/s1600/267513_225175764188436_100000880411265_611368_1759784_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yj5HY8xqtWk/TiwTIUGP3PI/AAAAAAAAA_E/LYP9nln9F0A/s320/267513_225175764188436_100000880411265_611368_1759784_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FuUyV5WEDKc/TiwTG5SKoZI/AAAAAAAAA_A/w6Z9U82mHCk/s1600/285067_225175804188432_100000880411265_611369_7475622_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FuUyV5WEDKc/TiwTG5SKoZI/AAAAAAAAA_A/w6Z9U82mHCk/s320/285067_225175804188432_100000880411265_611369_7475622_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-gTe2IOEJA/TiwUTC-dtSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ug1QKFfcc1c/s1600/eyeing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-gTe2IOEJA/TiwUTC-dtSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ug1QKFfcc1c/s320/eyeing.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't understand what is his problem. I almost shit my pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enough warming up in the room, its time to explore the incredible genting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tD4ol6kN3w/TiwVczuJshI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ivOF-ZZwRYM/s1600/269162_225175854188427_100000880411265_611372_7765129_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tD4ol6kN3w/TiwVczuJshI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ivOF-ZZwRYM/s320/269162_225175854188427_100000880411265_611372_7765129_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh6mnabyl6Y/TiwVo0_IwDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/m7rCW0pypwI/s1600/284939_225175974188415_100000880411265_611378_3610036_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh6mnabyl6Y/TiwVo0_IwDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/m7rCW0pypwI/s320/284939_225175974188415_100000880411265_611378_3610036_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwnvbQGLKas/TiwVvEHhmYI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dHYP5ojszoc/s1600/284965_225175940855085_100000880411265_611376_6137955_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwnvbQGLKas/TiwVvEHhmYI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dHYP5ojszoc/s320/284965_225175940855085_100000880411265_611376_6137955_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After strolling for nearly an hour for our lunch, we've finally decide to give Hot Pot a try. Wanted to try the Vietnam restaurant on the first floor, but somehow the first floor is flooded with the sewage smell, which I don't even know why. Like a fuck. So Hot Pot, located at the 2nd floor, true to its name, is a hot pot eat all you can buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vmE7LIjk94/TiwYBVHYDII/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mryhRrc8IKw/s1600/IMG_0140%255B2%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vmE7LIjk94/TiwYBVHYDII/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mryhRrc8IKw/s320/IMG_0140%255B2%255D.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIUMET5rJds/Tiwp8ekprUI/AAAAAAAABAc/gqXZ2vRbYxg/s1600/282492_225177040854975_100000880411265_611435_6196369_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIUMET5rJds/Tiwp8ekprUI/AAAAAAAABAc/gqXZ2vRbYxg/s320/282492_225177040854975_100000880411265_611435_6196369_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how the stall looks like from the outside. "Daily prepared food", "Healthy choice", "Fresh Ingredient". All these were all the slogans from the stall. Oh great, so hot pot here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE SHIT IN&amp;nbsp;THERE ROFLMAO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The food all tastes like shit I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daily prepared food"??? More like Monthly prepared food. Everything doesn't look and taste fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Healthy choice"??? I saw hundreds of flies flying around the vegetable section. Healthy?!?!? LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fresh Ingredients"??? We all got a slight stomach upset after the meal. Fresh ingredient right in my arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most&amp;nbsp;epic fail lunch I've ever had for the past decade. I swear that army food is 10 times better. Eye opening. I guess we're not the only ones that complain about the shit quality of the food they provide, after some net surfing on hot pot, I've found&amp;nbsp;a blogger that blog about this shitty hot pot experience&amp;nbsp;in genting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the link to his article : &lt;a href="http://reviewsguru.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-pot-buffet-genting-highlands.html"&gt;http://reviewsguru.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-pot-buffet-genting-highlands.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man, their plain water is oily, their tea tastes like the smell of my army camp storeroom, and their food, tastes like corpse. I know theres other hot pot branches around the world, and by any chance it tastes good in the other branches, this hot pot branch that resides in genting should be demolish. Trust me, it is equally as shitty as it sound in words. I would rather serve an additional week of army than&amp;nbsp;to eat&amp;nbsp;that hot pot in genting ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the extremely bad lunch experience, we felt half dead. Our stomach is crying out the food in hot pot. Its time to recharge ourself by having something really nice to overwrite the taste of hot pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dprfxu7SZVM/TiwcoOn9rzI/AAAAAAAAA_g/-F0o4YHfyzw/s1600/269688_225175994188413_100000880411265_611379_8085958_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dprfxu7SZVM/TiwcoOn9rzI/AAAAAAAAA_g/-F0o4YHfyzw/s320/269688_225175994188413_100000880411265_611379_8085958_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This stall nearby, DailyFresh, is selling attractive waffles and snow flake ice cream that they call Icekimo. Got myself an Icekimo, vanilla flavour, and thank god it tastes good. We visited each and every shop, and very fast, its time for dinner, well, not really, but its 5:30pm, we decided to head to the mushroom farm by walking, so by taking the walking and chances for us to get lost into consideration, by the time we reach mushroom farm, its about time for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FRHqJBt9uk/Tiwej0OM-xI/AAAAAAAAA_o/XBg7Mm4cHPo/s1600/270223_225176030855076_100000880411265_611381_8064065_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FRHqJBt9uk/Tiwej0OM-xI/AAAAAAAAA_o/XBg7Mm4cHPo/s320/270223_225176030855076_100000880411265_611381_8064065_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjXfwwmN7h8/TiwelhEp-0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/JjlQa0aEPGU/s1600/283835_225176057521740_100000880411265_611382_4531510_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjXfwwmN7h8/TiwelhEp-0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/JjlQa0aEPGU/s320/283835_225176057521740_100000880411265_611382_4531510_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;According to an ancient saying by JC Lim the great abbot, if anyone climb those stairs up to the top of the moutain bare footed, one will achieve nirvana and became immortal. Believe it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMi_5eFIbxY/Tiwergc83kI/AAAAAAAAA_0/yYR6dDWT1iY/s1600/285427_225176067521739_100000880411265_611383_1404443_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMi_5eFIbxY/Tiwergc83kI/AAAAAAAAA_0/yYR6dDWT1iY/s320/285427_225176067521739_100000880411265_611383_1404443_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaECdAq5a54/TiwenKqiH9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/EQKiiGB2vDg/s1600/271162_225176084188404_100000880411265_611384_5603676_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaECdAq5a54/TiwenKqiH9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/EQKiiGB2vDg/s320/271162_225176084188404_100000880411265_611384_5603676_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It took us nearly an hour to reach the mushroom farm by walking, because we went one big round around the first world hotel instead of taking the short cut that would instead spend us only 15 mins. On the 20 mins mark of our walking journey to mushroom farm, Ziyang suggest that we head back since its already 20 mins of walking and yet still no sign of mushroom farm, I told him siao, since already walked so far, no point going back. Fortunately, we got directions by the locals, and manage to get to the mushroom farm. Most of our journey to mushroom farm is recorded in video in a "found footage" style. Will be getting my hands on the videos soon this coming friday from &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the mushroom farm was great. A very authentic &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;煮炒&lt;/span&gt; that makes everyone a happy person. It&amp;nbsp;is call the mushroom farm simply because next to the makan place, it is a farm full of mushrooms and vegetables, so if next time you happen to go to genting and someone offers you to go to the mushroom farm for dinner, don't get mistaken that you'll be eating raw mushrooms for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP032Bslte4/TiwjCMAsEWI/AAAAAAAAA_4/W0HsgtEmXUk/s1600/284455_225176127521733_100000880411265_611386_7287885_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP032Bslte4/TiwjCMAsEWI/AAAAAAAAA_4/W0HsgtEmXUk/s320/284455_225176127521733_100000880411265_611386_7287885_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After our dinner, its already dark outside, and theres this bus service that would take you back and forth from genting to mushroom farm and vice versa. The bus service driver&amp;nbsp;even got their own name card, how cute. Too bad we can't be bothered to photo down the name card, but&amp;nbsp;the card is&amp;nbsp;still inside my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After reaching back in our hotel room, bathe and such, its already around 9-10pm. Went over to Sean &amp;amp; Ziyang's room once again for monopoly deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikw1_uOkF7g/TiwkByLbnuI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ZKz_3Fszbt8/s1600/267749_225176154188397_100000880411265_611387_4107695_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikw1_uOkF7g/TiwkByLbnuI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ZKz_3Fszbt8/s320/267749_225176154188397_100000880411265_611387_4107695_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Instead of some photos showing us playing monopoly deal, theres only this photo for that night, which I don't fucking understand what me and CK was doing at the TV set. Was the first time CK played monopoly deal, and I bet its gonna be a useful skill once he entered army in 1 week time, August 1st. The day he enlist, is the date that I ORD, well sadly, is next year's August 1st. Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my Birthday! Debt Collector! Sly Deal! Force Deal! Deal Breaker! Just say no! Its my Birthday! Just say no! Just say no! Just say no! and its the end of day 1 in genting. How I wish I could "Just say no" to army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockadoodadoo, and its day 2 morning 7am. Woke up this early just because we're all ready for the outdoor theme park in genting. Had our breakfast first at the Hainan Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BfAz6j64QHY/TiwmT3Qx_xI/AAAAAAAABAA/d7bBRbb2Aaw/s1600/269542_225176210855058_100000880411265_611390_1593665_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BfAz6j64QHY/TiwmT3Qx_xI/AAAAAAAABAA/d7bBRbb2Aaw/s320/269542_225176210855058_100000880411265_611390_1593665_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsg-NjY3zlA/Tiwnmd6MJII/AAAAAAAABAE/sFR-p1XY1Ik/s1600/267591_225176237521722_100000880411265_611391_7486584_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsg-NjY3zlA/Tiwnmd6MJII/AAAAAAAABAE/sFR-p1XY1Ik/s320/267591_225176237521722_100000880411265_611391_7486584_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QwPuJqmxX8/TiwnvTH_6WI/AAAAAAAABAU/ENF1fgw6Fds/s1600/285081_225176264188386_100000880411265_611393_2993922_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QwPuJqmxX8/TiwnvTH_6WI/AAAAAAAABAU/ENF1fgw6Fds/s320/285081_225176264188386_100000880411265_611393_2993922_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R9RLzybGGs/TiwnoxkHjiI/AAAAAAAABAI/5GRRG1atNIg/s1600/267702_225176280855051_100000880411265_611394_5503561_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R9RLzybGGs/TiwnoxkHjiI/AAAAAAAABAI/5GRRG1atNIg/s320/267702_225176280855051_100000880411265_611394_5503561_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDUybSKetQw/Tiwntc-tlTI/AAAAAAAABAQ/q2bfJoB9R1c/s1600/284229_225176324188380_100000880411265_611397_1116806_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDUybSKetQw/Tiwntc-tlTI/AAAAAAAABAQ/q2bfJoB9R1c/s320/284229_225176324188380_100000880411265_611397_1116806_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwUL9nufdbY/TiwnrtvJz0I/AAAAAAAABAM/xR6ghwkRUtk/s1600/282611_225176304188382_100000880411265_611396_5621702_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwUL9nufdbY/TiwnrtvJz0I/AAAAAAAABAM/xR6ghwkRUtk/s320/282611_225176304188382_100000880411265_611396_5621702_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was above average, but the hot chocolate and chilled guava juice is a fail. Hot chocolate is too diluted, and chilled guava juice is not even chilled at all ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Breakfast done, and I'm so ready for the outdoor theme park, but guess what? A sudden gust of extreme strong fog is fogging the whole external genting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNOk0vPWa8E/TiwpVil-82I/AAAAAAAABAY/1w08b2f9pWI/s1600/284114_225176387521707_100000880411265_611400_3764332_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNOk0vPWa8E/TiwpVil-82I/AAAAAAAABAY/1w08b2f9pWI/s320/284114_225176387521707_100000880411265_611400_3764332_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just by looking outside, it look as if we're in a freezer.&amp;nbsp;Theme park is temporary close down due to the heavy fog. What to do? Tough luck as always. We went strolling around, and eventually we went to the haunted adventure cum Ripley's Believe it or Not. Haunted adventure was as lame as the haunted house in Escape theme park in Singapore, and once we're out, we head to the Ripley's Believe it or not odditorium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXTqCPkzB0M/TiwsffEyMCI/AAAAAAAABA4/ziGhOsnOj0I/s1600/282659_225176437521702_100000880411265_611403_2028657_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXTqCPkzB0M/TiwsffEyMCI/AAAAAAAABA4/ziGhOsnOj0I/s320/282659_225176437521702_100000880411265_611403_2028657_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGEheyEWU6s/TiwsJE9SYlI/AAAAAAAABAk/Qi_tRtk0Ank/s1600/282090_225176530855026_100000880411265_611408_926633_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGEheyEWU6s/TiwsJE9SYlI/AAAAAAAABAk/Qi_tRtk0Ank/s320/282090_225176530855026_100000880411265_611408_926633_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq0qipzzgw8/TiwsH46u63I/AAAAAAAABAg/eXmDl3Ec0xE/s1600/281953_225176957521650_100000880411265_611430_275246_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq0qipzzgw8/TiwsH46u63I/AAAAAAAABAg/eXmDl3Ec0xE/s320/281953_225176957521650_100000880411265_611430_275246_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scnVy5Van3A/TiwsKItsAdI/AAAAAAAABAo/tiAFVrz_5dc/s1600/282725_225176550855024_100000880411265_611409_7024535_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scnVy5Van3A/TiwsKItsAdI/AAAAAAAABAo/tiAFVrz_5dc/s320/282725_225176550855024_100000880411265_611409_7024535_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCfxz8KvvEE/TiwsTEm3MHI/AAAAAAAABA0/RGlW3ZJS9gI/s1600/285520_225176900854989_100000880411265_611427_5619125_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCfxz8KvvEE/TiwsTEm3MHI/AAAAAAAABA0/RGlW3ZJS9gI/s320/285520_225176900854989_100000880411265_611427_5619125_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFOg-Rj7KRc/TiwsQ7YcGxI/AAAAAAAABAw/i6ArA_kN8kE/s1600/284612_225176647521681_100000880411265_611414_1627860_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFOg-Rj7KRc/TiwsQ7YcGxI/AAAAAAAABAw/i6ArA_kN8kE/s320/284612_225176647521681_100000880411265_611414_1627860_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to Ripley's Believe it or not&amp;nbsp;odditorium is an eye opener. Very informative. And on top of that, we're having so much fun when we're near the exit of the odditorium. We're playing at this spinning tunnel with stars and dots that is about 8 metres long, and your objective is to cross this straight tunnel without mentally losing your balance while the circular wall is spinning. Thanks to this, I've dropped my wallet, didn't notice it after we've exit the odditorium. Start to rush back to the odditorium once again, from start to finish to find my wallet, since once you exited the odditorium, you've got to start again from the starting point, its a one way path. Thank god the staff manage to find my wallet before I could find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all the strolling, haunted adventure and Ripley's odditorium, we're hoping that the fog will&amp;nbsp;be cleared, but look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEmKPw1ZS0Y/TiwxenCTVvI/AAAAAAAABA8/Ac-32o9sINk/s1600/281991_225176977521648_100000880411265_611431_3080409_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEmKPw1ZS0Y/TiwxenCTVvI/AAAAAAAABA8/Ac-32o9sINk/s320/281991_225176977521648_100000880411265_611431_3080409_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzkBL7EKndw/TiwxhMTimRI/AAAAAAAABBE/hD9TqIqYVLQ/s1600/281939_225176984188314_100000880411265_611432_3679578_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzkBL7EKndw/TiwxhMTimRI/AAAAAAAABBE/hD9TqIqYVLQ/s320/281939_225176984188314_100000880411265_611432_3679578_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DM3JfSrmsXw/Tiwxh-2Se2I/AAAAAAAABBI/NYsdGfgxxaw/s1600/282674_225177004188312_100000880411265_611433_6554481_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DM3JfSrmsXw/Tiwxh-2Se2I/AAAAAAAABBI/NYsdGfgxxaw/s320/282674_225177004188312_100000880411265_611433_6554481_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clZw7UkdXXk/TiwxgLroR5I/AAAAAAAABBA/Wm38BNWgCbg/s1600/268536_225177017521644_100000880411265_611434_8265806_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clZw7UkdXXk/TiwxgLroR5I/AAAAAAAABBA/Wm38BNWgCbg/s320/268536_225177017521644_100000880411265_611434_8265806_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't see shit as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When back indoor, and very fast, its lunch time. Had our lunch at Marry Brown, pretty average fast food restaurant with tasty chilli cheese fries. We're so disappointed that the fog is our obstacle for not having fun in the theme park, but we couldn't care less, and eventually we went to the main ticket booth to purchase our ticket. No matter how dramatic may it sound, while we're queuing﻿ up to purchase our outdoor theme park tickets, the fog, all of a sudden, is cleared right infront of our very own eyes. 5 mins ago, it was foggy as hell, and 5 mins later, its all cleared. Totally what the fuck. The feeling is like somebody just summon a genie to clear away the fog. Wish granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmD_XyG9vG4/Tiw0Za7LRII/AAAAAAAABBc/P5ux86GgI8w/s1600/271185_225177110854968_100000880411265_611438_6223413_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmD_XyG9vG4/Tiw0Za7LRII/AAAAAAAABBc/P5ux86GgI8w/s320/271185_225177110854968_100000880411265_611438_6223413_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0I0w22qx6Kc/Tiw0MdzZryI/AAAAAAAABBM/r6jgaC3tkvk/s1600/267711_225177130854966_100000880411265_611439_7814407_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0I0w22qx6Kc/Tiw0MdzZryI/AAAAAAAABBM/r6jgaC3tkvk/s320/267711_225177130854966_100000880411265_611439_7814407_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-am7ydPQM_nA/Tiw0NgNfAoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/PZKyZARwgEQ/s1600/269476_225177150854964_100000880411265_611440_1864599_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-am7ydPQM_nA/Tiw0NgNfAoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/PZKyZARwgEQ/s320/269476_225177150854964_100000880411265_611440_1864599_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JJKNFqiEgE/Tiw0Pz6uhHI/AAAAAAAABBY/UcegwFFA_jA/s1600/283481_225177170854962_100000880411265_611441_5091503_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JJKNFqiEgE/Tiw0Pz6uhHI/AAAAAAAABBY/UcegwFFA_jA/s320/283481_225177170854962_100000880411265_611441_5091503_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to all the thrill rides in the theme park, they're all enjoyable, but not thrilling enough. Spaceshot however, I've to admit, is thrilling. Corkscrew wasn't scary at all. Remembered back when I was like 10-11 years old, came to genting with my family, and I wouldn't dare to take the Corkscrew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7eNvH9DB5g/Tiw0ONluUdI/AAAAAAAABBU/HGpW9jq5yzA/s1600/270279_225177234188289_100000880411265_611444_7751329_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7eNvH9DB5g/Tiw0ONluUdI/AAAAAAAABBU/HGpW9jq5yzA/s320/270279_225177234188289_100000880411265_611444_7751329_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿This ride is the flying coaster. You've got to pay an additonal 10RM just for this ride. Was fun, but not thrilling enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, CK, Ziyang, and me had conquered all the thrill rides in genting, but not for Apple, Linda and Sean. Apple chicken out for corkscrew and flying coaster, which I don't understand why when he is able to handle spaceshot. Sean almost conquered all the rides in genting too, but he chicken out from the flying coaster due to his back pain i guess ROFL.&amp;nbsp;I think I need a much more thrilling ride, maybe in universal studio, or maybe in the UK, or maybe...&amp;nbsp; I guess I'll just go for bungee jumping and parachuting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took us the whole afternoon to complete everything in the theme park, and its time for dinner once again, and once again, at the mushroom farm, but this time, we took the bus service from the hotel to the mushroom farm. Took us only 5 mins this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dinners done, back to our hotel, and I just lay flat on the bed back in our room. I was planning to slack for like 10 mins before I went to take a shower, but somehow I just doze off and its 10pm already. Heard CK telling me to go to Sean's room to play monopoly deal, but I just ignored him and continue my sleep. When I woke up again, its around 1am in the morning, hearing CK telling me to wake up and go to have supper with them in Macdonald.&amp;nbsp;Considered that I haven't bathe, I don't have the mood to go out, so I tell them to carry on without me. A few mins later, I woke up, took a shower, and I'm so energise and awake. Went out the hotel and proceed to Macdonald hoping to find the gang, but somehow they're gone. Had no idea where they go. Had a quick bite in macdonald myself, and went strolling around in the indoor. Atmosphere during the midnight in indoor is so different compared to its working hour atmosphere. It was hysterically soothing. Got attracted by the midnight pub with all the singing, and I stayed there for awhile before I headed back to the hotel room. Got myself a bottle of mountain dew on my way back to the hotel room, and I wanted to pay the cashier coins. I showed him the 1 dollar malaysia coin, and he told me by hand sign, pointing his finger at the coin and shaking his head, telling me that they don't accept that coin. I was frustrated and confuse at the same time, thinking why they don't accept coins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Head back to the hotel room, and they're already back. Head to Sean's room to play monopoly deal once again, and its roughly 2am in the morning. When we decided to call it a day, its already around 4:30am. Sleep all the way until 10am, wash up and pack out stuff, and its off we go to check out. Had our lunch at the Hainan Kitchen, trying out their Hainan chicken rice, and turns out to be not bad. When paying our bills for the lunch, I've try giving the 1 dollar coin that the cashier rejected earlier on when I was getting a bottle of mountain dew to the cashier in Hainan Kitchen, and once again, they rejected the coin, telling us they don't accept the 1 dollar coin. We didn't asked why they rejected it, and until now, it is still a mystery why can't they accept the bloody 1 dollar coin. I've passed that 1 dollar coin to CK, and he said he will ask his parents why they don't accept that 1 dollar coin. Ripley's believe it or not? ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took the coach at 3pm, and this time round, its a 7 hours ride back home due to 2 couples doing stunt at the custom. They went off themselves without informing the driver, and letting us wait for them for no reason. I like their style. The coach drop us off at goldenmile beach road, and we cab home. And that marks the end of our genting trip. How I miss the weather in genting. Weather in Singapore is a complete joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what the hell is this???!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s0KL-I0IIY/Tiw_TreYVUI/AAAAAAAABBg/NuutxPOXda0/s1600/267721_225177310854948_100000880411265_611450_2081401_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s0KL-I0IIY/Tiw_TreYVUI/AAAAAAAABBg/NuutxPOXda0/s320/267721_225177310854948_100000880411265_611450_2081401_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, had dinner at NEX&amp;nbsp;with &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; after booking out from camp on friday. Dine in at &lt;strong&gt;The Ship&lt;/strong&gt;, pretty much a higher class &lt;strong&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co&lt;/strong&gt; or the &lt;strong&gt;Manhattan&amp;nbsp;Fish Market&lt;/strong&gt;. Ordered the Lobster and Steak set. Soup was ok, but nothing compared to Fish &amp;amp; Co, the lobster were average too, but I've to give credit to the steak. Its perfectly done with some leftover juicy oil served as the perfect marriage. Slicing the steak is like slicing a piece of pork meat, smooth and tender, and chews like meat instead of gum. Any steaks that makes you chews like a gum, is always a fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time during the dinner, as we shared the usual joke and sarcasm like we used to in Poly days, the good old days. I guess good old days would never be old if your good old spirit is still in good hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-851233054446618273?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/851233054446618273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=851233054446618273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/851233054446618273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/851233054446618273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/07/airy.html' title='Airy'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLjWf1_J6uA/Tiv35HssMjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/J-7D6IV2YMs/s72-c/269172_225175404188472_100000880411265_611350_5490707_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2157983385420707084</id><published>2011-07-03T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:05:38.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TransFAILmers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TransFAILmers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting trip is around the damn corner, tickets bought, and I've realised that my passport is long gone expired. Went down to ICA building yesterday&amp;nbsp;to renew my passport. Cost me $70, and a week to process. Just in time before I leave for genting.&amp;nbsp;Remembered my last visit to ICA building was a couple of years ago, whereby I extend my passport validation date for my Suzhou attachment. Good old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Plaza Sing to watch &lt;strong&gt;Transformers Dark of the Moon&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3D&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt;. Still got plenty of spare time, wandering around in Plaza Sing, and theres this shop call &lt;strong&gt;Spotlight&lt;/strong&gt; that sells fabric, party items, crafting equipments and etc. The hell this shop sells fancy wig, what me and &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; would call it &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;玩具的假发&lt;/span&gt; a year ago while we're looking for&amp;nbsp;accessories to wear for our NYP steganography project video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InqLHVNthmA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InqLHVNthmA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh just by thinking how many places we search just for a bloody wig,&amp;nbsp;but in the end, we didn't get any wig, because we couldn't find a cheap party wig. All the wig we found in the shop were for the real deal that cost at least $100. And look what we have here? A fancy wig just what we're looking for a year ago, but, its too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIrUF1zUB4A/ThCNQzLWsRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EiV2cwK5sDQ/s1600/Transformers-Dark-of-the-Moon%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIrUF1zUB4A/ThCNQzLWsRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EiV2cwK5sDQ/s320/Transformers-Dark-of-the-Moon%255B1%255D.jpg" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So its finally here, the 3rd installment of the Transformers series. The first transformers is good stuff, sadly, the 2nd installment is a fail, so does the 3rd installment, dark of the moon.&amp;nbsp;Can't deny that this movie got one of the best CGI yet since &lt;strong&gt;Avatar&lt;/strong&gt;.﻿ The collision of the robots and all the transformation is intense, but that alone isn't enough to save the movie, thats for sure. The new female lead that replaces &lt;strong&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/strong&gt;, isn't an eye candy at all. Its not that feminine is an important factor for this movie, but hell, its just gone from good to average, makes an already boring movie, to be eternal dullness. 154 mins of lousy script, mindless but killer action scene from the start to finish, is kinda a torture.&amp;nbsp;Rated it 5/10. Yet another expected disappointing movie. Can't expect much when you see what &lt;strong&gt;Michael Bay&lt;/strong&gt; offers the audience in &lt;strong&gt;Transformers 2 Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another 2 of my unit mates ORD last week, and one of them clearing off and leave and MC, so his as good as ORD too. So whats left in our platoon? Me, &lt;strong&gt;Fabian&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Sun Fan&lt;/strong&gt; the china guy. We're fucked. Not forgetting theres one newly posted guy into our platoon, and his got depression. I see him I also felt depress. We're so fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 more days to genting, and how I wish I've got myself a killer camcorder to start off my virgin epic non stop filming adventure, but I guess that ain't gonna happen until I'm near my ORD date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2157983385420707084?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2157983385420707084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2157983385420707084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2157983385420707084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2157983385420707084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/07/transfailmers.html' title='TransFAILmers'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIrUF1zUB4A/ThCNQzLWsRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EiV2cwK5sDQ/s72-c/Transformers-Dark-of-the-Moon%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2744136330476132101</id><published>2011-06-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:48:58.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard being green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its hard being green&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the last day of my comms course, and I kinda miss the time spent during the course in Sembawang camp, and of course, these wonderful people who attend the course with me. I miss the 169 bus trip back home. Didn't bring my camp pass on the last day in Sembawang camp, and got to went all the way back home to take the pass after our course commander release us and call it a day, and went back again to Sembawang camp to return the pass. Tough luck. Thanks to this course, I've seen a much "human" and wonderful side of Sembawang camp that I use to hate it to the core during my BMT days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally I'm back to my home camp on wednesday, kinda miss all the people in my unit as well, and glad to see that everything is same-old same-old after 2 and a half weeks. Friday, after booking out,&amp;nbsp;went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/strong&gt; with my unit friends at &lt;strong&gt;The Cathay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4x_T0ePv1Us/Tf4R_5I0v8I/AAAAAAAAA-g/da5yJ23yl1A/s1600/green-lantern-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4x_T0ePv1Us/Tf4R_5I0v8I/AAAAAAAAA-g/da5yJ23yl1A/s320/green-lantern-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="217px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so, I never anticipate myself watching this movie at all, since by watching the trailer, you somehow can expect an average or below outcome. Nonetheless, went to watch it, and, as expected, its down to the &lt;strong&gt;Thor&lt;/strong&gt; level if you asked me. The layout and story flow is so swallow that, you couldn't give a damn about whats gonna happen next anymore. Everything happens too quickly without a thought for the brain. "An impulsive jet fighter pilot met a freaking alien, took the alien's ring, became a green lantern, and defeat the all-so-mighty paralex that non of the other green lantern who've been training for the past 9999999999 years can defeat." That pretty much is everything that the movie is giving the audience. The only one who saved the show, is &lt;strong&gt;Peter Sarsgaard &lt;/strong&gt;as &lt;strong&gt;Hector, &lt;/strong&gt;the introvert nerdy mad scientist&amp;nbsp;in the movie. His performance is top-notch, but too bad his been casted in a somewhat brainless movie. Rated this movie 5/10. You'll be left wondering why the hell the 999999999999 green lanterns cannot defeat something that a mere human-green lantern can defeat. If each of them imagine an atomic bomb next to paralex, its end of story. How dumb can this movie gets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a&amp;nbsp;nice cup of caramel&amp;nbsp;frappuccino from star bucks with &lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Douglas &lt;/strong&gt;after the show, and the others went off for their night clubbing fun. So many of them is going to ORD in this coming week and month, will definitely miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2744136330476132101?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2744136330476132101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2744136330476132101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2744136330476132101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2744136330476132101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-hard-being-green.html' title='Its hard being green'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4x_T0ePv1Us/Tf4R_5I0v8I/AAAAAAAAA-g/da5yJ23yl1A/s72-c/green-lantern-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7005638476050964157</id><published>2011-06-13T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:48:58.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimless Enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aimless Enthusiasm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been in Sembawang Camp for the past 2 weeks for the Comms course, and how much a&amp;nbsp;difference your life can be between a BMT recruit and a non BMT recruit. Life is shit back in my recruit life in Sembawang Camp, and how I use to hate that shitty place so much. For the past 2 weeks back again to Sembawang Camp for course, life is great compared to 8 months ago. These 2 weeks had uncovered the "good" side of Sembawang Camp somehow. What can I say? A relax camp if you're not a BMT recruit. How nostalgic everytime I see the shitty cookhouse, the shitty bunk, and the new batch of recruits in there. Brings back memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this coming tuesday will be the end of my course in Sembawang Camp, to be frank, kinda miss it, and these wonderful people&amp;nbsp;I met in the course. Isn't that bad going back to Kranji Camp anyway, I kinda miss it too, but hell&amp;nbsp;do I hate it when I have to stress my brain again back in Kranji Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so free yesterday that I went to watch 2 movies on that single day. &lt;strong&gt;X-Men First Class&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hangover part 2&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtpQURMsp-s/TfTgivMhR6I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_ltF1pTBVVo/s1600/X-MEN-First-Class-357x530%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtpQURMsp-s/TfTgivMhR6I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_ltF1pTBVVo/s320/X-MEN-First-Class-357x530%255B1%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="215px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;no fan of X-Men trilogy, but hell does this 5th installment of the X-Men series is good. In this movie, it brings you back to the very core of X-Men, where it all begins. The story is engaging, and a wee-bit bonus to audience who had watched all the previous X-Men title. Who What When Where How is all answered in this movie. And now I know that Mystic was actually a very good friend of professor X, and Magneto was such a sweet guy back in his younger days, how I love that. Rated this title a 6.5/10. You will notice "puppet" character development in this movie like all other lousy movies, but all these flaw is easily concealed by the good cast and scripting&amp;nbsp;and great performance of Magneto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf84wO6vmzg/TfTjCNQsooI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fKp9KkuSKew/s1600/hangover-part-2-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf84wO6vmzg/TfTjCNQsooI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fKp9KkuSKew/s320/hangover-part-2-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="216px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh the good old hang over, as mentioned, the wolf pack is back for more fucked up action, but this time, quite a disappointment to anyone who has watched the Hangover part 1. Hangover part 2, is 90% of the exact clone of part 1, just that now, they're in Bangkok, and pretty much twice as fucked up while they're in Vegas. I don't really mind the sequel of the movie is using back the same idea back in its prequel, especially for this kind of movie, it doesn't get old if its done right. Well somehow for this movie, can't say that its done wrong, but wasn't enough, considered that they set the standard so high back in part 1, the movie was a blast. Could have been more inspiring in the story script, and I hate how the 3 main lead got no problem in communication in Bangkok. Isn't it too good to be true, or should I say too fake to keep meeting people who speaks&amp;nbsp;and understand good&amp;nbsp;english in Bangkok? And oh am I suprised that no one gives a damn about Teddy when his finger got cut off, his parents, his elder sister just doesn't give a damn. How could it be? Anyway, rated this movie 5.5/10. I hate to give such a low rating to this movie, but sadly the fun and laugh&amp;nbsp;factor just isn't there anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Due to this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQgKNlcrV00/Tfdvv4mUaRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kVqlrx-JUIw/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQgKNlcrV00/Tfdvv4mUaRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/kVqlrx-JUIw/s320/Untitled.png" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually drawn out Kuromi as a Sotong rofl lmao can't fucking believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCwX21k3aF8/TfdwBGu7RgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/vZTpC_FD84w/s1600/KuromiSotong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCwX21k3aF8/TfdwBGu7RgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/vZTpC_FD84w/s320/KuromiSotong.jpg" t8="true" width="319px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope I don't ruin her Kuromi with this one and only Sotong suit. Not to mention, the head kinda looks like a freaking condom didn't it HAHA. Oh and when was the last time I ever took up the pencil and draw? Can't remember. I've got a stack of drawings laying in my for-god-knows-when-is-the-last-time-I-open-it-cupboard. What can I say? Those drawings are part of my childhood, and they're as good as my treasure. Didn't really realise how important&amp;nbsp;they are&amp;nbsp;to me when 6-8 years back, when we did some annual major cleaning of the house, I've notice I can't find my stack of drawings, it was then, I started to panick, I mean really, I freaked out. Managed to find them eventually, and yeah. Still remembered when I was a kid, many people asked me what I want to be when I grew up, and I told them I want to be a comic artist. The first answer from the adults were : "&lt;em&gt;Wah, thats good, but comic artist hard to earn money one leh&lt;/em&gt;." For that I can tell even I was only 9, yeah, comic artist is one hell of a job to earn easy money, but hell, even I know for sure that I wouldn't even want to become a comic artist even if&amp;nbsp;I got the chance, it just isn't that of my passion, its more like a casual hobby, and I can't draw for shit compared to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats some bits and bytes&amp;nbsp;of my unknown past that I seldom share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm very happy, because I understand what pain is like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7005638476050964157?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7005638476050964157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7005638476050964157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7005638476050964157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7005638476050964157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/06/aimless-enthusiasm.html' title='Aimless Enthusiasm'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtpQURMsp-s/TfTgivMhR6I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_ltF1pTBVVo/s72-c/X-MEN-First-Class-357x530%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-6231978267768030472</id><published>2011-05-29T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:02:53.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandamonium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pandamonium&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the weather, geography, and&amp;nbsp;chronicle era is right, you get 3 zing musketeers on the run, on the grand floor of The grand cathay. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tun Liang&lt;/strong&gt;, mainly for the sake of happy reunion. Had our lunch at Billy Bomber, oh the good old billy, remembered my last visit to billy was like during my secondary 3-4 days in bugis junction. Lunches done, got our ticket for 3D &lt;strong&gt;Kung Fu Panda 2&lt;/strong&gt;, and for god sake both of them never watch a 3D movie before. Culture shocked. Tickets done, and we got 1 hour to spare before the movie, so where else? Zing Mobile of course! Its already nostalgic enough just walking by myself back to Zing Mobile, but now, with the full team,&lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The funniest and cutest girl I ever met)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;Tun Liang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(One of the&amp;nbsp;most neutrally attractive guy I ever met)&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;felt as if we're brought back 2 years in time, back to our good old attachment. Sadly, the whole office is gone, changed into some SmartSpace or some shit. Thanks to our effective &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt; and her mighty handphone, we get to know that their office is shifted to Mountbatten, so unattractive. An hour of nostalgic-ness is always too fast for savoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R0vY56CBQc/TeJTXJManzI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Xi6jjJdbaUs/s1600/kung-fu-panda-2-3d%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R0vY56CBQc/TeJTXJManzI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Xi6jjJdbaUs/s320/kung-fu-panda-2-3d%255B1%255D.jpg" t8="true" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had so much laughter back in Kung Fu Panda 1, not so much in Kung Fu Panda 2, but still, a good film not to be missed. I love how they&amp;nbsp;approach the flash back of the Panda, and with the sound effect to back it up, it is a marriage of perfect. This film puts a step back to the roots of Po, in a brilliant way. Rated it 7.5/10. Whereas to watch it in 3D or not to,&amp;nbsp;I recommend&amp;nbsp;not to&amp;nbsp;watch it in 3D, as in my opinion, it distracts you more than you could enjoy the 3D effects of this movie. As how accurate is my judgement between 2D and 3D? Because, I WATCHED KUNG FU PANDA 2 FOR 2 TIMES. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched the 2nd time in 2D&amp;nbsp;with &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; and gang today, oh, plus Linda's younger brother. As mentioned, I preferred the 2D version. Dinner at The Hand Burger, slightly below average food, and a not-that-bad Ice lemon tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be back to Sembawang Camp for course. Oh how I hate that place back in my BMT days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-6231978267768030472?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/6231978267768030472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=6231978267768030472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6231978267768030472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6231978267768030472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/05/pandamonium.html' title='Pandamonium'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R0vY56CBQc/TeJTXJManzI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Xi6jjJdbaUs/s72-c/kung-fu-panda-2-3d%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3769383622187577492</id><published>2011-05-17T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:50:54.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger demon's meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken soup for the demon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long break for the past&amp;nbsp;4 days, and I've a delusion that I've already ord. Spent one of the day out, company Jian Hao to get his army items for his Thailand trip. First thing that comes to every soldier's mind for getting army items is beach road. Hey, E-mart never sell the item that I want, so where can I buy it? The answer is always beach road here, beach road there. I've always wanted to have a visit to this "legendary" place that everybody is talking about, and wish granted. Thousand of stores selling army stuff&amp;nbsp;in that golden mile building, and I wonder how do some of the isolated stores earn any profit. Aston for lunch, a cozy one, and went to the cathay to watch &lt;strong&gt;Fast &amp;amp; Furious 5&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BK6oUf0Yve8/TdKV8uQZCmI/AAAAAAAAA-A/joHIciKflHc/s1600/watch-fast-five-online%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BK6oUf0Yve8/TdKV8uQZCmI/AAAAAAAAA-A/joHIciKflHc/s320/watch-fast-five-online%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although I didn't watch all the previous series of Fast and Furious, except for Tokyo Drift which got nothing to do with the fast and furious storyline, &lt;strong&gt;Fast and Furious 5&lt;/strong&gt;, also known as &lt;strong&gt;Fast Five&lt;/strong&gt;, is a&amp;nbsp;brainless fun ride. Maybe because of tokyo drift, let me had this mind set that fast and furious series is a pile of nonsense, but thanks to this latest installment, my mind set completely changed, and makes me want to watch all the previous series of fast and furious to get to know the story. Rated this movie 6.5/10. The very angry cop is a plus for the movie played by The Rock, but isn't Elsa Pataky too cool to be a female policemen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1sLAh4TGqE/TdKYgdkvepI/AAAAAAAAA-E/l1RUwHpn1oA/s1600/Fast-Five-Elena-Neves-the-fast-and-the-furious-movies-21075013-800-558%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1sLAh4TGqE/TdKYgdkvepI/AAAAAAAAA-E/l1RUwHpn1oA/s320/Fast-Five-Elena-Neves-the-fast-and-the-furious-movies-21075013-800-558%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long break for the past 4 days, definitely a needed rest for the weary soul, but I'm greedy and i crave for more. Anticipating the upcoming day and ringing of alarm clock is a total turn down. Godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3769383622187577492?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3769383622187577492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3769383622187577492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3769383622187577492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3769383622187577492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/05/anger-demons-meditation.html' title='Anger demon&apos;s meditation'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BK6oUf0Yve8/TdKV8uQZCmI/AAAAAAAAA-A/joHIciKflHc/s72-c/watch-fast-five-online%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8206823034872763148</id><published>2011-05-09T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:48:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degraded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Degraded&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago is polling day, and together with my family we went to vote in the near by Rosyth primary school. I've always wanted to&amp;nbsp;visit Rosyth primary school everytime the bus 73 drove past it while I'm inside glaring the primary school kids, their soccer field, their monkey bars, their sit-up-board which I would call it crocodile board back in my primary school days. Be it memories of the good old days or simply exploring fetish, I just wanted to have a stroll inside the school. Thanks to the polling day, the near impossible mission is possible. My area is PAP versus RP. I swear that I've never heard of Reform Party ever in my entire life yet if not for this election. So who I voted is pretty much obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, PAP once again is the ruling party. Was funny to see the reporter that we all knew is working overtime to give us the first hand of the polling result. So I was wondering if they will get an Off-In-Lieu for this rare overtime. Oh, and this funny guy that is announcing the result of the poll is epic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU2h3mapGXU/Tcf8ZbzHg-I/AAAAAAAAA94/OOmWxpIW928/s1600/pic1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU2h3mapGXU/Tcf8ZbzHg-I/AAAAAAAAA94/OOmWxpIW928/s320/pic1%255B1%255D.jpg" width="222px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The way he announce the result, his voice, his facial expression, is all the marriage of irritatingly funny epic-ness. Parliament top paragraph A, oh my fucking god, can't have enough of this. Theres videos in the youtube remixing his voice into some techno shit ROFL. Just key in yam ah mee in youtube, and you're find a whole list of utter epic-ness. I personally love the electro mix. Laugh until I almost die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b66FPNUr7D0/Tcf9rDCcW_I/AAAAAAAAA98/SYXoZHCqOZU/s1600/imagesCA4POF8B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b66FPNUr7D0/Tcf9rDCcW_I/AAAAAAAAA98/SYXoZHCqOZU/s1600/imagesCA4POF8B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And when did he become the embassy of some medicated oil and some shit. Pure epic-ness. "&lt;em&gt;FOO MEE HAR&lt;/em&gt;". Fuck my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind block is what I suffer recently. I've never felt so un-inspiring before. Things and entertainment that was supposingly to be fun doesn't seem appealing to me anymore. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;没想到我也有今天&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow I'm always being saved by my inner chiongster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always love and respect people who talks and admit about their own adventure, their own story, their own interests and hobbies instead of others. This is hard when you're in the army, since you've got nothing much to talk and share about. Even if you had, trust me, it is always about the others so and so, and not about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8206823034872763148?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8206823034872763148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8206823034872763148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8206823034872763148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8206823034872763148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/05/degraded.html' title='Degraded'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU2h3mapGXU/Tcf8ZbzHg-I/AAAAAAAAA94/OOmWxpIW928/s72-c/pic1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-608498043958579527</id><published>2011-05-02T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:50:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lightning struck&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Thor&lt;/strong&gt;. One of the much anticipated movie of the year, with all the &lt;strong&gt;Avengers&lt;/strong&gt; and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFRCq-6LZcA/Tb2Kyb_wHFI/AAAAAAAAA90/JLR_gXgrb-M/s1600/Thor-Movie-Poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFRCq-6LZcA/Tb2Kyb_wHFI/AAAAAAAAA90/JLR_gXgrb-M/s320/Thor-Movie-Poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find the above Thor movie poster look like some heavy metal band and some shit? Anyway, this movie had a good start. Engaging story telling, spectacular homeland of Thor, and some sort of Iron Man humour is past down to this movie, as the director for Thor movie is also the director for Iron Man movie. The movie went well for the first 30 mins or so, but gradually, the movie is brought down to the&amp;nbsp;kitchen sink&amp;nbsp;by poor conversation and character development, and poor fighting scene if it is even considered as an action movie. Overall, a movie with great CGI and casting, but somehow it just fail to deliver the goodness of the movie. It is one of the few Marvel movie that fails. Rated it 4.5/10. Kinda dissappointed. And by the way, Thor and his war buddies are immortals, and hell do they look and felt so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Labour Day, and I'll be back to camp early in the morning to do my &lt;em&gt;ohhh-so-coincidence-1-out-of-30-chance&lt;/em&gt; duty. Life is great as always. I knew it, always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Election is coming, and which party to vote for? Is it just me, or is it that there isn't any good way to find out which opposition party is out there for me to vote? After some searching on the internet, I finally found out that theres Workers Party, and National Solidarity Party. Are there any other parties out there? 0 information, 0 knowledge, what the fuck? And how does the GRC that everyone on the TV is talking about worked? Forgive my ignorance in the Singapore politics and such, but I really got no idea what the shit is these all about. Anyway, no matter who wins, doesn't really matter to me, since everyone is trying their best to make Singapore a better country, so at the end of the day, I also never lu-gee. Some people might think "What the hell? How can you say that it doesn't matter to you when they're gonna affect your life, and the life of your children and even grandchildren?"&amp;nbsp; Affect my life? My life isn't controlled by the government. Well, maybe 30% of my life is controlled by them, but theres still a strong 70% left for myself to control. GST,&amp;nbsp;ERP, pricy housing, doesn't really make much difference to me even if a new party had taken over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is however, a huge difference to the whole Singapore structure, if NS is shorten to 12 or 15 months, instead of 24 months. I've heard that one of the party mention about shortening the duration of NS. 2 years of army just isn't practical at all. Does a 2 year soldier a better soldier compared to a 1 year soldier? Well, a big fat no in&amp;nbsp;practical cases, since you'll be 2-4 months in BMT, approximately 3 months on course, and the rest of the time in the unit, everyday is basically doing the same stuff. So if serving NS only takes 12 months, soldiers got a full 5-7 months of the same old stuff. A 2 years soldier will definitely be a better soldier compared to a 1 year soldier, in terms of experience and endurance, but, is it needed? Are we in the state that we're constantly on war like Iraq, and be on the ball 24/7? The addition 1 year is just an overhead, and risking another year of losing your son when there isn't any war. Yes, we can't take our peace for granted, but doesn't serving 2 years and serving 1 year of NS got anything to do with that? I wouldn't say that serving the NS is a waste of time, since its serving the nation, and everybody got a part to play, and I'm proud of it, but, 2 years? Seriously? Isn't practical at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even by sheer coincidence the 1 year rule is implemented, it wouldn't affect me anymore, since by that time I would've ORD long ago. But I would definitely like to see the new flow and outcome of Singapore just by implementing the 1 year rule in the NS, since 1 year earlier to ORD means 1 year worth of opportunity in the working society, 1 year worth of experience gained in the working society, and 1 year worth of being brain dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-608498043958579527?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/608498043958579527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=608498043958579527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/608498043958579527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/608498043958579527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/05/lightning-struck.html' title='Lightning struck'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFRCq-6LZcA/Tb2Kyb_wHFI/AAAAAAAAA90/JLR_gXgrb-M/s72-c/Thor-Movie-Poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7649381761541972729</id><published>2011-04-24T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:16:06.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles as always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Obstacles as always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week fly pass so fast that I'm already now typing this on the Sunday at 2200 HRS. Can you believe I'm using 2200 HRS instead of 10pm? Army influence. Fuck that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat on the Thursday as a form of celebration of &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;'s belated birthday. Marcus joined in the fun too, whereby I got no idea his in for the game. I guess its just pure coincidence &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt; met him in amk, doing his PS3 upgrading and shit. Didn't know that PS3 is "upgradable" now in Singapore. Should dig my nose into this matter someday, cause an "upgradable" PS3 wouldn't hurt, especially for the wallet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; chickened out for the upcoming movie that we're gonna catch late night. Just when we're about to queue on the ticket booth, guess who we saw? Its &lt;strong&gt;Anita Boo Hui Shan&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;Or instead, she declared that shes changed her name to &lt;strong&gt;Vernis Boo&lt;/strong&gt;, but I guess we'll always remember her as Anita instead of Vernis in Venice kind of fancy rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQnL5iEfyMQ/TbQ1o2k4kyI/AAAAAAAAA9o/m9WPy4l3bbk/s1600/source-code-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQnL5iEfyMQ/TbQ1o2k4kyI/AAAAAAAAA9o/m9WPy4l3bbk/s320/source-code-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="227px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source Code&lt;/strong&gt; was the movie we watched. A great movie as expected, and probably the best movie for the year 2011 yet.&amp;nbsp;Its was all about this bizarre military technology thats able to set someone back in time for 8 minutes, and of course, theres a valid reason in doing so, and theres an ultimate limitation on the candidate for this bizarre event either. Colter Steven, the main lead, is the perfect candidate for this mission to travel back in time to find the bomber on the train since his body size, mass, gene matches a random victim on the train, but sadly, his already physically dead, and his using the victim's memories on the train in order to travel back in time, and into his body. Travelling back in time and changing the outcome in the past doesn't affect anything in the present and future. It just serve as an information collection, and a chance for you to approach the same event, but different option everytime you retry in 8 mins. A bloody feel-good, smart sci-fi thriller with a slight touch of romance is what makes this movie so good. Rated it 8/10. I'm totally in love with the ending scene whereby the scene freezes as the main lead die, showing all the smiling faces on every victim on the train, makes you think that every sacrifices that Colter Steven made is worthwhile. &lt;strong&gt;Vera Farminga&lt;/strong&gt; as Goodwin in the movie&amp;nbsp;is incredibly attractive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM0HM_CL8SI/TbQ8hzTz0TI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Qidk58krAlE/s1600/imagesCANCG721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM0HM_CL8SI/TbQ8hzTz0TI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Qidk58krAlE/s1600/imagesCANCG721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Russell Peters&lt;/strong&gt; is in this movie OMFG?! A big WTF and huge easter egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Late night movie always felt good because whenever you came out from the cinema, the shopping mall always seem like its been thru a zombie apocalyspe. Fucking love that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFca3P75A_A/TbQ9sW-9doI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZI6JNiDsH-c/s1600/217704_10150237762480148_566670147_9274146_6029156_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFca3P75A_A/TbQ9sW-9doI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZI6JNiDsH-c/s320/217704_10150237762480148_566670147_9274146_6029156_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7649381761541972729?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7649381761541972729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7649381761541972729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7649381761541972729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7649381761541972729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/04/obstacles-as-always.html' title='Obstacles as always'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQnL5iEfyMQ/TbQ1o2k4kyI/AAAAAAAAA9o/m9WPy4l3bbk/s72-c/source-code-movie-poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2794883855715710879</id><published>2011-04-17T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:31:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found back myself. What now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Found back myself. What now?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is rather a good week&amp;nbsp;worth celebrating. Dine-in in this newly opened&amp;nbsp;casual restaurant in AMK Jubilee, Cowboy&amp;nbsp;Taro, on the friday. A pretty cosy atomsphere, and price on the menu is acceptable. And did I forget to mention we cross shoulder with &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt; on our way to Cowboy Taro? I can feel the "hold back laughter" in &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt;, once again, I bet its caused by the army. &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; got the&amp;nbsp;"hold back laughter" disease too once he entered army, a major one. I myself have this disease too, a major one back when I was in Sembawang Camp and Sungei Gedong Camp. Its become a minor now, but I guess it can't be fully cured until the day we ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the saturday, for the sake of &lt;em&gt;"chiong only scare what?", &lt;/em&gt;had our dinner at the good old fish &amp;amp; co, and went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Hall Pass&lt;/strong&gt;. The player consist of &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkHny8yLQ8k/Tar7V2vzaLI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YM8HZrsFkms/s1600/Hall-Pass-2011%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkHny8yLQ8k/Tar7V2vzaLI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YM8HZrsFkms/s320/Hall-Pass-2011%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohhh &lt;strong&gt;Hall Pass&lt;/strong&gt;, a movie which I'll never imagine myself&amp;nbsp;watching if not for the limitation of time slot for &lt;strong&gt;Source Code&lt;/strong&gt;. The movie turn out to be exactly what I'm expecting in my movie math, which is American Pie + lack&amp;nbsp;luster + somewhat Hangover. Its all about both the&amp;nbsp;married man in the picture got a 1 week Hall Pass, whereby they're given permission by their wife to do whatever they want in the next 7 days, stuff like&amp;nbsp;cheating on them and such. A pretty&amp;nbsp;honest but plain movie, but I like how it all ends with the my-wife-is-still-the-best feel good ending. I've manage to "find" back my good old self thanks to this movie. I shouldn't have stray my thoughts in the first place. Anyway, rated this movie a 5.5/10.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for supper after the movie. Was actually having prata in mind for supper, but due to troublesome-ness, we'll just head to the good old great late night supper atmosphere Macdonalds at AMK, the drive-in one. Wanted to call &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt; to join us, but his prawning with &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt; in Bishan. I was like &lt;em&gt;"the fuck? prawning? Isn't that nostalgic place whereby I spend $30 for 2&amp;nbsp;smelly&amp;nbsp;prawns?"&lt;/em&gt; Good old days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;I hate closing my eyes on the sunday night. Because everytime I opened my eyes again, I'll heard the scariest noise I ever heard from the alarm combo with the scariest alpha-numeric, 5am. Both the noise and the alpha-numeric tells a thousand scary stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pGqqnotRgo/TasHWHGSkoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/xq2w-RND3f4/s1600/home%252520alone%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pGqqnotRgo/TasHWHGSkoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/xq2w-RND3f4/s1600/home%252520alone%255B1%255D.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2794883855715710879?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2794883855715710879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2794883855715710879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2794883855715710879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2794883855715710879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/04/found-back-myself-what-now.html' title='Found back myself. What now?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkHny8yLQ8k/Tar7V2vzaLI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YM8HZrsFkms/s72-c/Hall-Pass-2011%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2960400865480996864</id><published>2011-04-11T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:27:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday I see my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyday I see my dream&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not another army post? Its time to stop for good, mainly to avoid; just in-case&amp;nbsp;any "special agents" who stalk my blog and use it as my loop hole. Maybe I'll post back what's supposedly to be there after I ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, read an article about this 14-year-old&amp;nbsp;Thai student fell off at the Ang Mo Kio MRT platform and got both her legs mangled by the train and lost both her legs. I've never felt so down for decade just by reading a tragedy article, since tragedy articles happen so often, so often that its become somewhat a bread and butter. I was thinking, what happen if im the one who lost both of my legs? Will I have the courage to continue to live in this beautiful but yet cruel world? The answer is clear, the reason I felt so down is because, No, I don't have the courage to live on if I'm the one who lost both of my legs. Humans are typical, in a way that they always know the final answer to their question, but they will always make the afford to "pretend" that they do not know the answer and seek for advice. Anyway, expect to see all the MRT stations in Singapore to be covered by the barricade in 2012, but come to think of it, its already 2012, world ends, not much point to build it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I picture myself doing extraordinary stuff. I picture myself swimming in the devil's pool at victoria's fall. I picture myself doing a bungee jump. I picture myself doing a parachute. I picture myself reaching my camp but actually am still in the bus. I picture myself celebrating my ORD. I picture myself waking up with my soul mate next to me. I picture myself becoming a respectful and successful grandfather of 2 sons, 2 daughter, and as many grandsons and daughters that I could picture. I picture myself working in That CD Shop. I picture myself strolling in Marina Sands down to Esplanade. I picture myself doing a flying kick to old people on wheelchair. I picture myself filming the world greatest movie of all time. I picture myself teleporting into a stranger's house at night watching them sleeping. I picture myself rubbing an aladdin's lamp and make 3 wishes from the genie. I picture, and thus, everyday I see my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2960400865480996864?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2960400865480996864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2960400865480996864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2960400865480996864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2960400865480996864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/04/everyday-i-see-my-dream.html' title='Everyday I see my dream'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-185653280801244633</id><published>2011-03-27T22:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:22:27.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What happen?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Sucker Punch&lt;/strong&gt;. It was directed and written&amp;nbsp;by Zack Snyder, the director of 300. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTimhrui7GY/TY9Pv9Q89JI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YfqPStizN8o/s1600/Sucker-Punch-Movie-Poster1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTimhrui7GY/TY9Pv9Q89JI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YfqPStizN8o/s320/Sucker-Punch-Movie-Poster1%255B1%255D.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEoVzVQj9Zg/TY9HJeVXGQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/QQeepLMBR3k/s1600/Sucker-Punch-Movie-Poster1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEoVzVQj9Zg/TY9HJeVXGQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/QQeepLMBR3k/s320/Sucker-Punch-Movie-Poster1%255B1%255D.jpg" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Much expectation from this movie because, it is Zack Snyder we're talking about. Robots, guns, girls, ninjas, explosion, fantasy, ok , I'll buy that. By viewing the trailer and the review for this movie, I pretty much anticipate how the movie will turn out, but nevertheless, I went to experience it myself. An insanely imaginative movie it turn out to be, but, in a wrong way. Their basic motive to steal the key items given by a non-existence old man is convey by a series of RPG fighting action. I truly love the way they convey such simple and dull moveset into a huge pack of fighting actions. But sadly, such a great idea is for naught when there is totally no souls in character and story development. On the very start of the movie, there is already a huge flaw, whereby the main lead, Baby doll, didn't even protest or deny that she wasn't insane. And, which timeline are they on? the 80s? 90s? 21 century? If they're in the modern timeline, why there isn't any form of forensic done, or any kind of investigation done before she was sent to the home of the mentally insane? You just have to shut your brain in order to barely enjoy this movie. Looks a lot like either a very stupid person has tried to make a very clever film, or a very clever person has tried to make a very stupid one. Rated it 4.5/10. But honestly, I love the morale of the story at the very end, which tells you to fight for what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Marina Sands for a stroll after the movie just for the sake of wasting time, since me and Ziying got so much time to burn. Time passes so fast just by strolling, kinda amazing even though I've already knew the secret between strolling and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Man From Nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;. A korean film starring Won Bin, whom I always think that he look SO MUCH alike to &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;木村拓哉.&lt;/span&gt;They look like twins I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ka9ELZ4Wmk/TY9PWJgD90I/AAAAAAAAA9U/CD_vV-pzyjU/s1600/the-man-from-nowhere-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ka9ELZ4Wmk/TY9PWJgD90I/AAAAAAAAA9U/CD_vV-pzyjU/s320/the-man-from-nowhere-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxwyaJ_R-ic/TY9P3_vnPKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/5JVJbRDtt58/s1600/the-man-from-nowhere-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxwyaJ_R-ic/TY9P3_vnPKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/5JVJbRDtt58/s320/the-man-from-nowhere-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn't know much about this film before watching, but anyhow, just chiong. A pretty engrossing asian film of the year. Drugs, gore, violence, organ harvesting, detective, gang, human trafficking can all be found in this movie. It is all about an ex-military agent downgraded himself as a pawnshop owner due to his tragic past, and somehow gets to know this little girl that often visited him, and somehow establish a special bond between each other. The little girl was kidnapped due to her mother, and was sold told some insane group that make use of children to deliver drugs, and when they've got no use of them, they harvest their organs and sell it for cash. The movie offers more than what is seen by the audience. The reason for why the ex-military agent would risk it all and went thru such crazy extent just for that little girl whom he barely know, can be easily explained by his tragic past, the sympathy for those kids, and the rage for those bad guys doing whatever they want, and most importantly, the rage for himself that he can't even protect or prevent the death of his lovely wife and child-to-be-born. His got nothing to lose. Rated it 6.5/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, weekends past by like a moment of minutes. This coming week is going to be a disaster, and a turning point for happily ever after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-185653280801244633?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/185653280801244633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=185653280801244633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/185653280801244633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/185653280801244633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-happen.html' title='What happen?'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTimhrui7GY/TY9Pv9Q89JI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YfqPStizN8o/s72-c/Sucker-Punch-Movie-Poster1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5358319403305562430</id><published>2011-03-21T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:27:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutraluka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Neutraluka&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week first day back to camp, wasn't that much of a havoc created in my mind of anticipation. Everything went pretty smooth and fast. A happy week that deserves a celebration on the weekend, but sadly, well, not that staying at home is a sad thing but yeah, stayed at home the entire weekend. A remedy for the mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm so free during the weekend, and theres this sudden idea came thru my mind after having this song call "Be my last" by Utada Hikaru played in my computer for whatever reasons, and this sudden idea is so strong that I can't stop myself from doing it until I've finished. And by "it", its&amp;nbsp;a short clip I made, specially dedicated to the current disaster-feast Japan. The link to this video that I've uploaded to youtube can be found here &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iTQ8UZ6Bxs" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iTQ8UZ6Bxs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melody and lyrics fit so well that theres no reason why should I not do a video for that. Godspeed to all the victims affected by the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a 7-Eleven opened near my house at the void deck. Previously it was a mama shop that opened for 18 long years, and now, its been transformed into a 7-Eleven.&amp;nbsp;Mixed feeling for that. Really miss the mama shop that grew up with me, but also, happy at the same since 7-Eleven provides a much better variety. Just got my first pack of potato chips today from there, which is march 23 2011. Cost wise, is 20 cent more expensive. I saw a wide range of bottled drinks in there, like finally, compared to the old mama shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5358319403305562430?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5358319403305562430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5358319403305562430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5358319403305562430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5358319403305562430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/03/neutraluka.html' title='Neutraluka'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-4195854899090250212</id><published>2011-03-13T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:11:22.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Wow-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, March 10, also my birthday, went to I.T fair with a unique group set up, &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt;. The main goal was to accompany &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; to get his earpiece, and other than that, was pretty much coming out to chill and waste time. Dine in at Blue Moutain Cafe for our dinner, and for some reason by ordering an entree, a pasta, and a I-Can't-Remember, we got ourselves a free cup of godly Kopi Luwak. On the menu, a small cup of Kopi Luwak cost a wooping $26.90. And by doing some google, Kopi Luwak is the most expensive coffee world wide. Had my virgin sip&amp;nbsp;of the $26.90 goodness, and god does it taste just like the coffee that I can get in any coffee shop just for 60 cents. Forgive our shallow-ness,&amp;nbsp;we just can't understand the magic in that cup of goodness. But I have to admit, that cup of Kopi Luwak doesn't have any "urine" taste in it. Trust me, in any cup of normal coffee, theres this smell that smells like urine when the cup of coffee is cold, and left dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all the way from Somerset to Marcus's house, just to squeeze in his front seat van, and for the sake of "Chiong", and for him to send us back home. When you got too much time to waste, you do this kind of stunt. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 11, went to eat, and as a form of birthday celebration for both &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt; and myself. The place where we dine in, can't remember, or should I say, I don't even know the name of that place to begin with lmao. Was a place recommended by &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;, and a place for &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;煮炒.&lt;/span&gt; Really appreciate the cake and the meal. After the meal, the girls went off to&amp;nbsp;Zouk, and for the guys, we&amp;nbsp;went to &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;'s house to&amp;nbsp;battle it all out in &lt;strong&gt;Marvel Vs Capcom 3&lt;/strong&gt;, and some card gambling. It all last until 3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to Marina Sands just for the sake of chilling out and wasting time. Feels good just by walking on the double helix bridge. Feels like I've already ORD-ed. I swear I'll go back once I ORD for a full fledge action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already Sunday, and the previous weeks gave me a disllusion that I've ORD, since I didn't return to camp for nearly 2 weeks. I anticipate so many thing needs to be done once I'm back in camp. Just got to survive this week, and I'm gold. Oh wait, I still got a battle with the CO for the staying in and out nonsense. Wow-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-4195854899090250212?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/4195854899090250212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=4195854899090250212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4195854899090250212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4195854899090250212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow-ed.html' title='Wow-ed'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-259789288968960753</id><published>2011-03-06T23:20:00.215+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:04:45.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fantasy-like&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day of free will, whereby everyone was in the mood for some should-have-been a risky time spent moment. So, went out to have dinner and movie, barely by just a few&amp;nbsp;words exchanged in the msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out just by the sake of coming out, and watching a movie&amp;nbsp;was just a bonus. &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; was surposed to join us, but in the end can't make it as always. So theres 3 movies for us to choose, either &lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am Number Four&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The King's&amp;nbsp;Speech&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Adjustment Bureau&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;To be honest, these 3 movies wasn't in my must-watch list, so picking a movie was tough, but ended up we chosed &lt;strong&gt;The Adjustment Bureau&lt;/strong&gt;, since &lt;strong&gt;I am Number Four&lt;/strong&gt; is pretty much like a Smallvile&amp;nbsp;on a big screen, and &lt;strong&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/strong&gt; will probably be a good movie, but for a quiet movie, its better off downloading it online and watch at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SmbiB4yCVzo/TXOmFj9sBwI/AAAAAAAAA84/ClCbYFkAxgY/s1600/adjustment_bureau_2%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SmbiB4yCVzo/TXOmFj9sBwI/AAAAAAAAA84/ClCbYFkAxgY/s320/adjustment_bureau_2%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This movie, &lt;strong&gt;The Adjustment Bureau&lt;/strong&gt;, started out slow. If you didn't watch the trailer or any form of media online for this movie, you would have thought that this movie were some ordinary average thriller, whereby standard people and&amp;nbsp;boring plot sums up everything. Gladly, the answer for this movie is a big NO. This movie turns out to be a bloody romantic science fiction thriller. The main lead was a politician, a politician that stands so close to and loved by his very own citizens. Everything seems to be perfect, his got the fame, the position, and bright future. Everything is perfect, because, theres a group of hidden agency with supernatural power, whom they call themself the "Adjustment team". Their job is to do "adjustment" to important&amp;nbsp;individual who could affect the country,&amp;nbsp;like the politician. Every decision made by the politician seemed to be a very free willed decision made by themselves, but in fact, they could make such decision was actually being "adjusted" by the adjustment team. Don't get me wrong, the adjustment team isn't some bad&amp;nbsp;guy that wants to take over the world LMAO like some typical movie plot. They're there, all the way back centuries ago, they were always there watching humanity. They're there to make sure everything go according to the "plan", and not going all haywired like the World War One. World War One started because during that era, the adjustment team decided to allow mankind to have their own free will, and look what happened? Whereas for whos that lady in the poster, you've gonna see it for yourself. I just love the ending whereby both of their fate is no longer decided by the lines and path on the book. Just pure inspiring. Isn't that great of a blockbuster, but somehow this movie got&amp;nbsp;a certain je ne sais quoi that makes me love it. Rated it 6.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've watched a handful of incredible movies at home, downloaded, what else? &lt;strong&gt;127 hours&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Monsters&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Paranormal Activity 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Megamind&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to name a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c1NsrFhMC1Q/TXO7J_CmWtI/AAAAAAAAA88/lWxPD3ABIZ0/s1600/127_hours_poster_01-535x792%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c1NsrFhMC1Q/TXO7J_CmWtI/AAAAAAAAA88/lWxPD3ABIZ0/s320/127_hours_poster_01-535x792%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-70ANKVCeViw/TXO7M-peBhI/AAAAAAAAA9A/8wiyExwFMyk/s1600/hard-candy-onesheet%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-70ANKVCeViw/TXO7M-peBhI/AAAAAAAAA9A/8wiyExwFMyk/s320/hard-candy-onesheet%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yZWcjXecLaw/TXO70NaUgVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/LduZiGnZ4b0/s1600/MONSTERS-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yZWcjXecLaw/TXO70NaUgVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/LduZiGnZ4b0/s320/MONSTERS-poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tGQFqlMclXk/TXO8TY1U3RI/AAAAAAAAA9M/6Xv6zzHIlkI/s1600/paranormal_activity_2_film%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tGQFqlMclXk/TXO8TY1U3RI/AAAAAAAAA9M/6Xv6zzHIlkI/s320/paranormal_activity_2_film%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JyWalSjbtQo/TXO71f0pWHI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Zbo9Tjw--zs/s1600/Megamind-Will-Ferrell%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JyWalSjbtQo/TXO71f0pWHI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Zbo9Tjw--zs/s320/Megamind-Will-Ferrell%255B1%255D.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of them&amp;nbsp;were definitely worth watching in the cinemas, but due to some reason, take &lt;strong&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/strong&gt; for example, which was aired in the year 2005, was rated as a R21 movie due to some gross scene like castration and child porn documentry, I wasn't able to watch since back in 2005 I'm still 17!! Maybe I'll do a review to all the movies that I watched at home, not just the one that I watched in the theatre. Call me crazy, or no-one-gives-a-shit, I used to think that watching movie at home, and gave a review to that particular movie, is totally unfair to the movie itself, since if you were to watch a movie at home on your very own pc, how good is the video quality? How good is your room environment? How clear and loud is your speaker? How good is your room's lightning to suit the atmosphere of that particular movie?&amp;nbsp;What are the chances to get distracted and interrupted by someone when you're in the middle of the movie? How frequent will you pause the movie and resume it? All these factor will affect the whole experience and understanding of the movie, and thus, by watching an incredible thrilling movie might turn out to be a "nahhh, the movie is kinda boring", and everytime i asked them what have you done while watching that particular movie? How many time you've paused the movie? And basically all the above mentioned factor, and it turn out to be, they have poor adjustment to the factor. Their volume isn't loud enough to create an impact for thriller movie. Their room lighting doesn't suit the atmosphere. Their phone calls, parent calls, msn, facebook, and other potential distracting medium were always there for them to make an evil pause to the movie. So at the end of the day, I've questioned myself, "Do they qualify to review the movie?" Well yes of course if its to themself, its free will that we're talking about. But what about to their friends? Inaccurate reviews will lead an individual to miss an incredible movie. Or, accurate reviews will lead an individual to have a hole in their pocket or you wanna argue, or non of the above, "no one bothers", or even "you're taking this way too seriously, just relax and watch la". In a nutshell, i just hate people whom doesn't even have a good environment to enjoy the entire movie; starting to tell the whole world "omg that movie suck" when their video quality and&amp;nbsp;volume sucks&amp;nbsp;for christ sake and have been pausing the damn movie for their facebook for 100 times and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, even in the cinemas, some people are still distracted, and distracted by what? Handphones. What else? I don't understand why the hell some people can still be texting in the most crucial and exciting part of the movie. Even if not for the most crucial and exciting parts, you shouldn't even be texting or get distracted since every remnants of the movie are what makes the movie a whole. Ok ,I can understand if its an urgent message or phone calls, maybe your maid die, or your 1 billion dollar company just went bankrupt or something, but other than those urgent issues, I don't see why anyone should be distracted by external media, unless, they really can't be bothered and not interested in the movie anymore. So if your friend came asking you "Why the movie like that one, never even explain properly." when the movie DID explained very clearly, you should ask them "You just now got use handphone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been to the ES course in ES project enterprise near the airbase in the east. Its a 6 days course, and this coming wednesday the course will end. Thursday will be taking my birthday off, and friday I've applied for leave, so pretty much I'm not in camp for nearly 2 weeks. I bet theres so much work and &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;烂摊子&lt;/span&gt; waiting for me to clear once I'm back to camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-259789288968960753?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/259789288968960753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=259789288968960753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/259789288968960753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/259789288968960753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/03/fantasy-like.html' title='Fantasy-like'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SmbiB4yCVzo/TXOmFj9sBwI/AAAAAAAAA84/ClCbYFkAxgY/s72-c/adjustment_bureau_2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8056289676060686169</id><published>2011-02-28T23:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:42:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna take you for a ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wanna take you for a ride&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, on FEB 18, its total defense day for our unit. Pretty much in a good day mood the entire morning-afternoon, not until our CO mention about staying-in and such. Created abit of a hoo-haa once he announced that the entire unit will be staying-in, valid on the first of april. April fool joke? Its totally pointless for storemans and clerks like us to stay-in. I mean, whats the point? Staring at each other after 5:30pm till the next morning&amp;nbsp;just for the sake of "army spirit?"&amp;nbsp;A job well done. Our CSM are trying to do something about it, and our fingers' still crossing, till april. Sounds pretty weak for a soldier to even create a hoo-haa&amp;nbsp;on staying-in and out issue, but trust me, its a complete nightmare to stay-in without doing anything reasonable. You may argue that theres so much to do, but, what? Play soccer? Go to the gym? For fuck? Stay-in for the sake of playing soccer and hit the gym instead of some important army reasons, like ohhh you got to wake up 3am in the morning because we are freaking PES A and frequently got to go for live firing and such. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt; and&amp;nbsp;I went to our "suppose-to-be-a-happy-ending" chalet on the very same&amp;nbsp;day of total defense day. Whats in our mind isn't that much of an importance anymore for that instants, because, we're going for a freaking chalet, and lets find back that ohhhhhhh sweetness chalet life we had back then. We went to met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; first, and headed to costa sands, like a rhinestone cowboy. There is this bloody eerie&amp;nbsp;man-in-his-40s doing the WEIRDEST SHIT action that I ever seen in my entire lifespan on earth yet while &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt; and I were waiting for bus 72 near my house. Guess what he did? Read every word carefully. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;His freaking&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;standing near the bus stop, and just by standing there WITHOUT moving an inch, with his hands zipping up his pants and he just freaking freezes there with his bloody eyes rolling up turning white for around 10 mins. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;And not done yet. after he freaking freezes there for 10 mins with his hands zipping up his pants and eyes turning white, he freaking &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;regain back to his senses and took a hard breathing for around 5 mins, and guess what? HIS FREAKING BACK TO HIS ZIPPING UP HIS PANTS, EYES TURN WHITE AND FREEZES FOR YET ANOTHER&amp;nbsp;N MINS&amp;nbsp;OMFG. &lt;/span&gt;It was N mins, because by the time his back to his nonsense zipping pants action, our bus 72 arrives, and its good luck to this guy. I don't understand what kind of illness that guy suffers, but wtf? I've never heard and seen of such illness before whereby you just&amp;nbsp;fucking FREEZES THERE WITH&amp;nbsp;YOUR ZIPPING PANTS ACTION&amp;nbsp;AND EYES TURN WHITE. FUCK! Its bloody eerie just by thinking of that guy's action. Its 10 times scarier than a good horror movie. And I must not forget to mention that we've waited for bus 89 for like what? Fucking 45 mins?&amp;nbsp;SBS transit OMFGLMAO? Fuck you. So you SBS losers are telling us that SBS stands for Si Beh Slow transit? Fuck you again if it really was. Or is it that this bloody bus driver also suffers from that fucking FREEZES WITH ZIPPING UP PANTS ACTION WITH EYES TURNING WHITE?!?!?!?!?! Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these "circus &amp;amp; clowns"&amp;nbsp;starring by our very own dear Singaporeans, we finally made it to costa sands as promised. The first knock to the chalet door, &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; opened the door. His browsing thru the 3 of us. And his mind is probably like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;? Check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt;? Check. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, whos this 3rd guy..... hmmmmmmm. Did i invited this person? &lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;after flipping thru my incredible memories and imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........OH!! ITS YOU &lt;strong&gt;HILMI&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't recognize &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt; due to his botak head in a first glance. Just like how &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt; can't recognize &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;'s flat top head&amp;nbsp;while we were meeting up with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet-ing with Wilson's friends, whom we didn't really know, wasn't that bad after all. Just chiong only. The first ice were easily breaked by playing poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t5q-cFLQOA0/TWuuGonjo1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/knzPtRfkvCo/s1600/180149_1767152212961_1063857460_32003793_707819_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t5q-cFLQOA0/TWuuGonjo1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/knzPtRfkvCo/s320/180149_1767152212961_1063857460_32003793_707819_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BJvaT7oTJ3k/TWuu9F4vpuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/RAMhMj3k9GM/s1600/183829_1767151412941_1063857460_32003790_2971602_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BJvaT7oTJ3k/TWuu9F4vpuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/RAMhMj3k9GM/s320/183829_1767151412941_1063857460_32003790_2971602_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; joined us pretty soon after&amp;nbsp;we've reached&amp;nbsp;the chalet for like 30 mins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We decided to head towards&amp;nbsp;the infamous&amp;nbsp;Red House and pay a visit since we got nothing better to do during that late hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5jBnoWgeO38/TWuwWt0OtuI/AAAAAAAAA8M/t75eLTrobB0/s1600/180185_1767153252987_1063857460_32003798_7815565_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5jBnoWgeO38/TWuwWt0OtuI/AAAAAAAAA8M/t75eLTrobB0/s320/180185_1767153252987_1063857460_32003798_7815565_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Walking towards red house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R_q2173SPWE/TWuwpSqMneI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CMIzt79hdoQ/s1600/redhouse%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R_q2173SPWE/TWuwpSqMneI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CMIzt79hdoQ/s320/redhouse%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿And this is it. The entrance of the red house. Guarded by a fancy gate, and 2 lion statue. Rumour had it that the 2 lion statue will turn their head and stare at you when you pass by at the midnight, and as always, reality doesn't quite follow the rumour, at all. We didn't went in by the front entrance, but instead, we go all the way back to his backyard, and theres this small little broken fence near the drain, and woopy doobs, we went in. Another stranger&amp;nbsp;indian team of 4 followed us in.&amp;nbsp;Pretty nervous, since this is the first time I actually went into red house. Explored the place, broken chairs, broken bricks, broken this, broken&amp;nbsp;that. Nothing much, oh, and they got their very own basket ball court, the owner must be bloody rich back then. Lots and lots of mosquito inside, and made it seem like a Mosquito house instead of Red house. If you're asking&amp;nbsp;why the hell this building is still here and not yet demolished by the gahmen, because this land property still belongs to the owner, and i think they can't contact the owner or some shit. I remembered theres this TV show aired in channel U or channel 8 years ago, showing the SPI team investigating the red house, saying that they've contacted the owner of the red house, but his currently in overseas and the chances are his not coming back anymore. So i guess, pretty much thats that. The owner can't be bothered with his old house anymore. People are spreading rumours of that house is hauted. The gahmen can't be bothered also. And it serves as an "attraction" to all our dear chalet adventurers, its a win-win situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to hate bathing in chalet environment, you know, all the uneasiness and shit,&amp;nbsp;but surprisingly after army, I kinda enjoy bathing in chalet environment, its almost like bathing at home. The feeling&amp;nbsp;is very very close. So&amp;nbsp;I guess, army did made me tougher, in bathing in chalet environment. Another job well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn't sleep well as expected from chalet, and seems like the phrase "didn't sleep well" is part of a package for chalet. If you sleep well, you're not even in a chalet. If you didn't sleep well, then yes congrats, you're in for that. Chalet is all about not sleeping well, eating junk food, riding bicycle, play and rot like a&amp;nbsp;primary school&amp;nbsp;kid. And thats what makes chalet so much fun. And just as fast as I typed the above 2 sentences, its cocka-doo-da-doo day 2 morning. Rise and shine for our lovely breakfast in KFC with their lovely porridge and breakfast meal. The 4 of us, &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, and myself, continued to wander about after our breakfast. We went to the arcade, was surposingly to just walk around in the arcade aimlessly, we ended up catching soft toys in those bloody scamming machines. Those bloody grabbers that looks strong on the grip got 0 strength in it, so catching the soft toy is as hard as taking a master degree in the uni. Even so, we still waste and throw our money into the machine, and we had fun. Catching soft toys event eventually turns out to be money searching event. Our infamous &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; is famous for his searching abilities back in his poly days. Mind you, he had found more than 5 thumbdrive, 1 harddisk, 1 DSLR camera, a $50 note and a couple of $2 notes, and some other miscellaneous items in his days in NYP. And guess what? We just mentioned about his abilities to find things, and ta-da, he found a freaking $1 coin in the photo taking machine. What the fuck? And guess what again? We proceed to the next photo taking machine, and found ANOTHER $1 coin LOL! All these people must be dreaming while taking photos. And guess what?! WOW!!! nahhh, not as dramatic as you think, we found nothing after that two $1 coin. But its still dramatic enough to be this "lucky" in finding items and coins. You will never gonna believe it. So where we spent the two $1 coins? The soft toy machine of cos, and as expected, were eaten by the machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lothering enough in the arcade, I can't freaking believe we went into the cybercafe. We were paying like $3 per hour just to play games that we can played at home wouldn't even touch them again even when we're at home. Its just pure silly fun and throwing our money like throwing peanuts to monkeys. Guess we're all stressed up in the army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some silly fun in the cybercafe, we're attracted by this thing call the "X-Rider". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Kn7_S71O2oM/TWvBq1Hr3nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/mqM5HTs0lG4/s1600/DSC04700%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Kn7_S71O2oM/TWvBq1Hr3nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/mqM5HTs0lG4/s320/DSC04700%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its a 4D virtual coaster ride in a&amp;nbsp;mini theatre-like, and you can find it in the E hub at level 2 or 3, can't remember. The 4D seems attractive to us, and I've experienced the 4D virtual ride in Japan before, and it was good as hell. Plus, when we were outside browsing thru the booth, we heard people inside the mini theatre screaming and such, so that means, must be a pretty darn good 4D experience. So yeah, we paid $6 each, chooses the HIGHEST THRILLING level 10&amp;nbsp;experience recommended by the staff, and wala, off we go for some 4D coolness. And ok , we put on our 3D glasses, seated on the vibrating seats, BRING IT ON!! NOT!. We were laughing in disappointment on the first 10 seconds of the procedure. To put it simple, you pay $6 to vibrate on the chair. ROFL. For ladies, you might as well get yourself a vibrator. Its a total waste of money, and they even got themself a facebook page. Just search "X rider". A total joke, and seriously i would rather donate my $6 to roadside talent than to vibrate on their seats. We would probably laugh it out and continue our money throwing spree, but its just a gentle warning to all of you who're by any chance&amp;nbsp;going to experience that crap in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to taste some sea salt ice cream on the stall near the costa sands $1 entrance, not as good as I've expected from the sea salt ice cream in kingdom hearts, but still, worth a bite for a craving soul. Kinda gimmick when the so-called sea salt ice cream is made by normal ice cream with just spraying some salt above the ice cream, and they called it sea salt ice cream lmao, but don't get my wrong, it works. Still tastes good even with all the gimmick felling. I guess thats the magic when sweet merges with saltiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped our nonsense and headed back to chalet. They were all playing mahjongs, and a couple of mins later, we're all set off to the NTUC in E Hub for our BBQ items and foods. Once done on the basic BBQ items and foods, we're back to our chalet again. They continued their mahjong games, and the 4 of us set off to Escape theme park. Did I never mentioned that Escape Theme park is so failed day by day&amp;nbsp;that I casually wrote an E-mail back in my poly days to their feedback section? I wrote something like "&lt;em&gt;what happened to Escape theme park? All the machines like the Pepsi, 360 degrees, Rainbow were all gone, and Escape theme park seem like a dead park and i'm&amp;nbsp;extremely disappointed&lt;/em&gt;", to&amp;nbsp;exaggerate things&amp;nbsp;and such. I didn't expect their staff to actually call me up personally on the phone and apologise for that. I was like "wow, theres no need to apologise lol". They told me the reason why they've remove all these machines&amp;nbsp;were because they're planning to import new machines, and the theme park will be going thru a 180 degree makeover in years to come. Well, from what I see, just a couple of weeks ago in Escape theme park, nothing had changed LMAO. Maybe another 2 more years? Anyway, as dead as the park could be, we still enjoy ourselves in endless go-kart ride and pirate ship ride. Sadly these are the only 2 rides that are fun, and as for the water slide, we don't wanna get ourself wet as usual. Me and Jian Hao were waiting for Seah Yi and Hilmi to come back from their bike rental, so the both of us ended up sitting in the pirate ship forever. I think that malay lady controlling the device also sian, but nvm, we were smiling at each other everytime the ride had stopped for riders to get off and new riders to hop on, and the both of us would just smile at her and continued on our royal back seat enjoying the breeze. We were watching people come and go&amp;nbsp;screaming right opposite us of the ship, with our calm look, because, we're already numb on the ride that we don't feel the slightest thrill&amp;nbsp;but wind when the ship is rushing down vertically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to our chalet at around 6:30pm for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s8ZO0Z-5WQs/TWvJNwPzTFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/M_Iu0JhutBQ/s1600/183954_10150093920692747_576042746_6304096_2934716_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s8ZO0Z-5WQs/TWvJNwPzTFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/M_Iu0JhutBQ/s320/183954_10150093920692747_576042746_6304096_2934716_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0IIWRxfCBsg/TWvJjo0jIbI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Ivjw0EryizM/s1600/181498_1767163413241_1063857460_32003847_2766229_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lezp33S-gsc/TWvKsbVIJdI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qukQUSC2Iqo/s1600/183464_1767168733374_1063857460_32003870_5679549_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lezp33S-gsc/TWvKsbVIJdI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qukQUSC2Iqo/s320/183464_1767168733374_1063857460_32003870_5679549_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And at the end of the day, always a job well done. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;棒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is the first time I'm gonna be a loser and not staying back for late night cycling. Went home with the sad soul &lt;strong&gt;Yee Jian&amp;nbsp;Hao &lt;/strong&gt;whom is going to book-in on sunday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Its FEB 20, and gonna attend one of my never-see-before relative's wedding dinner. Each time I attend somebody's wedding dinner is a trigger to my nostalgic working experience in Grand Mecure hotel as a food serving&amp;nbsp;attendant with &lt;strong&gt;Kathy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt; back in 2008 November. I use to hate that working environment, even for just a day working in there. But after I've went thru army, and thinking back whereby we've to work with those fucked up manager in the hotel, it was kinda funny and they're not that fucked up after all when I compared it with the army. Oh wedding dinner. We've probably gone thru a thousand of it, always this familiar, this similiar, but, unique at the same time. Always this slight excitement on what dishes are they going to&amp;nbsp;serve&amp;nbsp;us on the menu.&amp;nbsp;Everytime I saw the bride and groom, the hotel, the ballroom, the short video clips that showcase their wedding procedure, thinking that what would it be like if its my very own wedding. Is it gonna be as similiar and common as theirs? Or is it gonna be some mind-blowing taylor swift speak now style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, doesn't matter. I just wanna take you for a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8056289676060686169?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8056289676060686169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8056289676060686169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8056289676060686169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8056289676060686169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wanna-take-you-for-ride.html' title='I wanna take you for a ride'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t5q-cFLQOA0/TWuuGonjo1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/knzPtRfkvCo/s72-c/180149_1767152212961_1063857460_32003793_707819_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3104684005339735148</id><published>2011-02-13T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:16:35.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't as bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ain't as bad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its chinese new year last week, and I played both the host and visitor's role on both respective days, thursday and friday. As usual on &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;初二&lt;/span&gt;, everybody&amp;nbsp;on my mother's side will gathered in my cousin's house. Was fun as usual, card gambling with my &lt;em&gt;see-them-only-once-per-year&lt;/em&gt; relatives were the same feeling as before. Isn't that bad for a hectic rabbit year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed my upperstudy ORD-ed this friday. Pretty happy for him, but at the same time, felt like shit for myself, considered so many things were left undone and un-tought by him. I guess thats pretty much what they call the ORD mood, whereby you don't give much of a shit in army anymore once your ORD date is just around the corner. Will I too get infected by this so-called "ORD mood"?, don't think so, but its just too early for me to mention it. 500+ more days to go anyway. Life's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday went to &lt;strong&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;, the main reason; to accompany &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; to purchase his graphic card. On the very same day, went to pre-order a copy of the lovely &lt;strong&gt;Marvel Vs Capcom 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCFmeBZW7to/TVfFR1YHqqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/oVyJZqYbo1k/s1600/MVC3_box_small%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCFmeBZW7to/TVfFR1YHqqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/oVyJZqYbo1k/s1600/MVC3_box_small%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿An epic game that I've waiting for a decade. Extremely excited on how the gameplay will turn out, bet its gonna be as good as its predecessor, and even much better. Its a dream come true to all MVC players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the very same day again, went to &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;'s house for chinese new year gathering, class 5/1 version. A great great occasion to end a saturday night. Got to see rare faces like &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Zenda&lt;/strong&gt;, and omg &lt;strong&gt;Shawn Tan&lt;/strong&gt;, plus&amp;nbsp;a Baoru-brought-herself steamboat cum bbq, and a&amp;nbsp;rare card gambling, what more could you ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A pretty hectic week awaits, but doesn't matter. I got my MVC3 and chalet to outshine all these nonsense. Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3104684005339735148?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3104684005339735148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3104684005339735148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3104684005339735148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3104684005339735148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/02/aint-as-bad.html' title='Ain&apos;t as bad'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCFmeBZW7to/TVfFR1YHqqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/oVyJZqYbo1k/s72-c/MVC3_box_small%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8391786511063310162</id><published>2011-01-30T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:50:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;Time is running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've mention, I'm sooo going to watch &lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;大世界&lt;/span&gt;. Wish granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TUVix-27sOI/AAAAAAAAA70/1uU_Qda-nV8/s1600/GreatWorld%252520poster%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TUVix-27sOI/AAAAAAAAA70/1uU_Qda-nV8/s320/GreatWorld%252520poster%255B1%255D.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;大世界&lt;/span&gt;, a name that get so familiar to me, since when I was a child, I've heard of this place, from my parents, and some random uncle and aunties. It was a place for leisure, dating, and&amp;nbsp;a place for&amp;nbsp;friends and families back in that era. I love the wide range of cast in the movie, and the wide range of dialect used. Kinda awesome they're able to execute the entire movie well with such a simple story line. Definitely a rare and good local production. But I do still hate some of the part in the movie. Like the dull scene performed by &lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;辉哥&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;曾國城&lt;/span&gt; in the Tiger and Monster scene. Could be so much more interesting, and just remove the unneccessary sound effect. A job well done by re-building up &lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;大世界&lt;/span&gt;, but somehow, isn't the place alittle too "clean" and "new"? Look as if it were fake. The headless girl kissing scene in the ghost train is a fail too. Too unnecessary and I believe there are better ways to&amp;nbsp;trigger the fear from &lt;strong&gt;Zhang Zhen Huan&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;And did I forget the poor performance by &lt;strong&gt;Zhang Zhen Huan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lin Xiang Ping? &lt;/strong&gt;Looking at &lt;strong&gt;Lin Xiang Ping&lt;/strong&gt; is a mental torture of peformance embarrassment. Outstanding performance by &lt;strong&gt;Paige Chua&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;向云&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Olivia Ong&lt;/strong&gt; is the perfect fit for her role. I love the ending, and what a great great movie for a local production. Rated it 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good meals before the movie? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Shaolin. &lt;/strong&gt;Andy Lau, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TUVoZC8nqGI/AAAAAAAAA74/bATomz-y19g/s1600/shaolin%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TUVoZC8nqGI/AAAAAAAAA74/bATomz-y19g/s320/shaolin%255B1%255D.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Same old same old chinese martial art movie? Not really. A good film for the start of 2011. Engaging story, extremely realistic firepower and CGI compared to other chinese movie, and a great peformance by &lt;strong&gt;Andy Lau&lt;/strong&gt;. Whereas for &lt;strong&gt;Fan Bing Bing&lt;/strong&gt;, she bugs me when she never fail to get the similiar&amp;nbsp;wife-of-some-rich-bigshots-that-got-a-poor-fate&amp;nbsp;role in 70% of her movie. Shes already a pro in this kind of role, considered that she do the same role sooooo many damn times, but whatever, it works. An easy 6.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to chinese new year. So much things to do, so little time. When poor time management merges with Army, you got a shitty day awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8391786511063310162?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8391786511063310162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8391786511063310162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8391786511063310162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8391786511063310162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-is-running.html' title='Time is running'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TUVix-27sOI/AAAAAAAAA70/1uU_Qda-nV8/s72-c/GreatWorld%252520poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2240409176021549753</id><published>2011-01-23T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:31:49.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago, was our unit's&amp;nbsp;anniversary day yet yet yet yet yet again. Event were helded at SAFRA Jurong, in one of the ballroom. Kinda grand and wedding-dinner-alike style, considered that its just a unit's anniversary.&amp;nbsp;Extremely good to see my turret group again, and the best part is when we get to sit together on the same round table, except &lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt; of course :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; During that point of time, how i wish time could just freeze at that moment, even for just a few extra minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after the unit's anniversary week, was back to Sungei Gedong again. It was a crucial week to determine my fate for the next 79 months. They wanted me to stay and be their clerk, or be the depot clerk, since one of them is going to ORD soon. My answer? Hell no. Lots of people told me that once you're in Sungei Gedong, or in any other camp, once you're in, its almost impossible to get out from there. I was told to except this fact many times, especially by &lt;strong&gt;Jason He&lt;/strong&gt;, the fat bastard in our depot. His one of the bastard that love to throw his responsibility to me, aka sai gang. Well, almost impossible doesn't mean the percentage is 0, ain't it? And guess what? I was sent back to Kranji Camp 3 to meet the S1 in the following week. TAKE THAT &lt;strong&gt;Jason He&lt;/strong&gt;! I bet he 做梦也没有想到 I can get the hell out from Sungei Gedong. He must be jealous and angry now, since no one is gonna do his shitty job again. Was in the S1 office for a couple of days before my new vocation is out. I've notice that a split second, or any form of smallest action that you can think of, can trigger the different path of opportunities. Take this for example. If I've request to the S1 to let me stay and be a clerk in his office 1 minutes earlier, I wouldn't have been a storeman in the S4 branch. Oh, yes, my new vocation is an indent storeman, whereby I've to help the unit to indent and dispose their communication set. Most of the items value are easily over a thousand, and I wonder what will happen if I helped them to indent 1000 of such sets. Maybe my new hometown is gonna be the detention barracks once I do that. Amazing. Did I mention that there was once a "legend" during our Turret training course by our instructor? Saying that theres a 1% chance for us to get into the HQ and be the one to do the indentation of tank items. It was a 遥不可及 position that we shouldn't even dream of. But guess what? Now I'm in this position. What the fuck???!?!?!?!? Life is an insanely amazing roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no more Sungei Gedong, no more waking up early in the morning rushing for buses and train, no more Evan, for the better? Definitely. I don't hate Evan, his a good guy, we still talk, just that, his too annoying in the weirdest extend. Theres still much for me to learn on the indent and disposal of items, and my senior is going to ORD soon, so, its going to be a pretty busy week in this coming monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last week, went out with the usual clique to shop for new year wearings. Shop back and forth the town area, but surprisingly never went to Far East. Got myself only a cardigan, and I spent most of my money on meals LOL. First went to Domani to have lunch, Gold Rush for a quick ice cream craving, and BMC Cafeteria for dinner. The BMC Cafeteria is easily listed into my thumbs up category. We tried it because of its funny name that sounds like BMTC, ohhh fuck army. And did I mentioned that the Yeah Yeah Yeah's T-shirt that I ordered online has finally arrived! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TTwA_GvN3mI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KMfdYZzE2CY/s1600/yyy-0048_1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TTwA_GvN3mI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KMfdYZzE2CY/s320/yyy-0048_1%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love it, like totally.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday went to the Drive-Thru Macdonald in AMK to give Ah Fat a birthday surprise in the late night. Was kinda funny to give someone a birthday surprise in Macdonald, but effective. Late night Macdonald breeze is good, extremely good. Anyway, a very happy birthday to Ong Ah Fat :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chinese new year is just around the corner, but somehow I can't "feel" any chinese new year, especially this year, and I bet next year is gonna be the same. Army just neutralise everything, and I bet many of you NSF feel the same. Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2240409176021549753?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2240409176021549753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2240409176021549753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2240409176021549753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2240409176021549753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/01/break-through.html' title='Break through'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TTwA_GvN3mI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KMfdYZzE2CY/s72-c/yyy-0048_1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3650610098122577646</id><published>2011-01-03T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:04:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, but same old shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;New year, but same old shit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days before and after new year, isn't much of a bang, neither does it doom to be a plain dry event. Last thursday, which was still December 30 2010, had badminton session with the good old people, just like back in the good old days. Its back to NYP again, same old badminton court, same old guard guarding the entrance to the sports hall, same old pathway, and its same old same old all along. Each and every steps made in NYP is nostalgic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the badminton session, went straight to Changi Aloha Chalet for my unit's cohesion. Its fairy point 3, and it is&amp;nbsp;surprising beautiful in the weirdest possible way. Up in the hill, nice scenery,&amp;nbsp;fresh air, but, the whole army faces spoiled everything. Its not really that bad, but you get what I mean. After the cohesion, went to take bus 72 at Tampines interchange. How I always love the ride on bus 72, especially the Tampines to Yio Chu Kang route. I never fail to take a double-deck 72 bus, climb up to the 2nd deck, sit on the first row, and enjoy the ride. Reached home&amp;nbsp;at around 10pm, bathe and own-time-own-target until 12am, and its supper with my childhood friends/neighbour. Its been awhile since the last time we gathered. Maybe 4-6 months ago? Can't remember, but anyway, its always good to see them again. It is funny on how we don't get to see each other even though we're leaving under the same block. Everyone is busy with their own life, and now that I'm in the army, makes the fake busy&amp;nbsp;to be a real&amp;nbsp;busy. Get to know that &lt;strong&gt;Jose&lt;/strong&gt; no longer live under the same block as us, but his new home isn't that much further anyway LOL, just a couple of blocks away. So much has changed, but the one thing that never really changed, is our friendship. Starting and ending a topic is never awkward, considered that we seldom meet up with each other ever since our secondary school days embarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a good rest on friday December 31 2010. Needed a good rest thats for sure, because, I'm doing guard duty on the up coming&amp;nbsp;Saturday, which was January 1st 2011, how lucky. Miss my count down event with my poly mates due to these, great. Reported to Sungei Gedong Camp on Saturday at 6:30am. And oh, isn't the guard house bunk great. The bed and pillow doesn't even have a bedsheet or pillow case, which is why we will get a bloody dirty bed and pillow covered with dirt and sweat stain. What a good way to start my 2011.&amp;nbsp;I swear that the pillow stinks for christ sake. Just by the smell and look of the bed and pillow, it can write history. History of hundreds and thousands of soldiers slept on it with their dirt and sweat just present to you like a movie. And just when I thought the army nowadays practice hygiene. Hygiene doesn't exist in Sungei Gedong Camp. So, its a 24 hours zombie guard duty all the way until Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to kept listening to Yesterday Once More, by The Carpenters. Because theres this lyrics in it that goes like : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lookin’ back on how it was&lt;br /&gt;In years gone by&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;br /&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bloody fucking true. Anyway, this is what you call a song. It ain't a song when you go gaga wulala like nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude the year 2010 using one word, its definitely the word "Nostalgic". 2010 is the year of nostalgic. So whats your one word to conclude the year 2010?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3650610098122577646?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3650610098122577646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3650610098122577646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3650610098122577646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3650610098122577646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-but-same-old-shit.html' title='New year, but same old shit'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7515128363256999433</id><published>2010-12-26T20:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:40:32.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jingle Balls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town, really? How about having a good meal in &lt;strong&gt;Marche&lt;/strong&gt;? Sounds good? Finally get to dine in &lt;strong&gt;Marche, &lt;/strong&gt;the restaurant-buffet in orchard 313 that i mentioned 2 months ago. Oh great, now we've got our own &lt;strong&gt;Marche&lt;/strong&gt; card for us to scan, a perfect sit, lets eat. Got myself a plate of Paulle(swiss style seafood rice), half pork knuckle(this is sex), a glass of Calamansi(best Calamansi i ever tasted), and a cup of rum &amp;amp; rasin pudding. The&amp;nbsp;Paulle, sad to say, is below average. Costing me a wooping $15.90&amp;nbsp;isn't quite&amp;nbsp;of a worth to my pocket. The&amp;nbsp;pork knuckle is the best. Costing&amp;nbsp;$19.90 is worth every bite. The&amp;nbsp;glass of&amp;nbsp;Calamansi is the best Calamansi that i ever tasted, seriously. Its a mix of Calamansi with sour plum in the drink. Best combination ever. To end all my craving with a happy ending, there is nothing better than the rum &amp;amp; rasin pudding. Beautiful. The whole eating spree cost me a&amp;nbsp;wooping $48, but at the end of the day, I'm a happier man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRcVqci9xNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Tw9ntGM9Mgg/s1600/36246_10150117399710148_566670147_8231537_1099509_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRcVqci9xNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Tw9ntGM9Mgg/s320/36246_10150117399710148_566670147_8231537_1099509_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the 4 different desserts we ordered for a happy ending. The top left beautiful little cup is of course my rum &amp;amp; rasin pudding. Before the photo was taken, I've already walop 1/4 of it. The other 3 of the dessert cake tastes good as well. Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to purchase our Christmas present for the present exchange the next day at Sean's house, which was yesterday. Bought a musical box as a present, and bought another musical box for myself just for the sake of awesomeness. The musical box that serve as an exchange gift plays &lt;strong&gt;Rudolph the Red Nose&lt;/strong&gt; melody, serve as a great christmas present :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The other musical box i bought for myself, plays the &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; theme song melody. These musical box isn't cheap at all LOL, but for the sake of awesomeness, it doesn't matter anymore. Ziyang bought this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRcq2-hklQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ypREN82m6sg/s1600/t_4058%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRcq2-hklQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ypREN82m6sg/s320/t_4058%255B1%255D.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The moment i saw this, its kinda scary, because it reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt; the annoying shit in my camp. If you guys didn't know, this Evan, got a nickname that we all gave him back in Kranji Camp 3, and we name him as &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;地鼠&lt;/span&gt;(mole). Why we wanna name him as&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;地鼠&lt;/span&gt; you might wonder, is because, his face is 99% similiar to a real mole, not to mention his behavior and such. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRctkNDnEvI/AAAAAAAAA7g/YEhpWsBB5k0/s1600/how-to-get-rid-of-moles%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRctkNDnEvI/AAAAAAAAA7g/YEhpWsBB5k0/s1600/how-to-get-rid-of-moles%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how a mole looks like. And his face is 99% similiar. Not only that his super annoying, with his mentally torture behaving and character, and his face is a mole, ohhhhhh fuck my life. I wanted to post his picture together with this mole image to do a comparison so to prove that I'm not bullshitting about his 99% similiarity, but ok, its rude to do so. If you're reading this, &lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt;, FUCK YOU :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went to Sean's house as planned, step into Sean's room, and guess who I saw? It is freaking &lt;strong&gt;MING YANG&lt;/strong&gt;. He has been M.I.A for like what? Past 4 years after we graduate from Anderson Secondary School? So fucking amazing to see him again. Fuuuuucking amazing. Went to Chomp&amp;nbsp;Chomp to&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;food for all of us, and how nostalgic, this feeling, how I miss those&amp;nbsp;days.&amp;nbsp;Always good to see my secondary school mates, even though we always get to see each other in&amp;nbsp;lots of birthday events, holiday events and blah, but, it always feels good.&amp;nbsp;Ok, so the present exchange&amp;nbsp;has begun. Numbers were labelled onto our presents, and we were to do a lucky-draw style for our present exchange. Guess what? Yes, you guessed it. FUCK! I kana the present that Ziyang bought. AND WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT AGAIN?! IT IS THE FUCKING &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;地鼠王大本营&lt;/span&gt;FUCKING TOY. Its not that I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;嫌弃&lt;/span&gt;(xian qi) the present, but, fuck, its a freaking &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;地鼠&lt;/span&gt;. It is a freaking taboo, IT IS FREAKING &lt;strong&gt;EVAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;FUCK!!!&amp;nbsp; Looks like seeing Evan and staying in the same bunk for the next 2 years isn't enough, now my luck is making a fool out of me, presenting me a freaking &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;地鼠王大本营&lt;/span&gt;. How romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chat, stone, play monopoly deal, play polar bear &amp;amp; guru, and a happy ending photo, and that marks an end to our happy hours. Stay over at &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;'s house, together with &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt;, and how nostalgic yet again, this feeling, how I miss those days. Supper at prata house and be a&amp;nbsp;late night CHEERS customer has never been this good and nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow morning 5:45am, gonna reach Kranji Camp 3 for my ATP. The MO gave me an unfit letter for ATP run-down, and I don't see any purpose or reason for me to attend the ATP, since I'm gonna miss out my $200 even if I got a marksman. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRc8WyiQqFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ASRjx4IAjtE/s1600/165582_10150117411645148_566670147_8231799_469445_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRc8WyiQqFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ASRjx4IAjtE/s320/165582_10150117411645148_566670147_8231799_469445_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7515128363256999433?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7515128363256999433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7515128363256999433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7515128363256999433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7515128363256999433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/12/jingle-balls.html' title='Jingle Balls'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TRcVqci9xNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Tw9ntGM9Mgg/s72-c/36246_10150117399710148_566670147_8231537_1099509_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2278081392949584664</id><published>2010-12-19T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:26:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lam Pa Pa Lam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lan Pa Pa Lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. Staying in for this coming week, and got to attend the IMT held in Kranji Camp 3&amp;nbsp;for the upcoming ATP. Got to report on monday at 6:30am, and what the fuck? There is no way to reach Kranji Camp 3 at 6:30am from my home, unless I fare a cab. So other than wasting my time, army is now wasting my money. Good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda suck just by thinking that this whole cycle is gonna repeat for another 400 times, till I ORD. And to make things worse, I'm staying in with &lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL. A person that you should and would avoid. He ain't that bad, but just, pure annoying in his own innocent way. I should start finding word and phrases like &lt;em&gt;Blessing in Disguise&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;Time strengthen the Friendship&lt;/em&gt; and blah, just kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, went to FAT BOY'S burger&amp;nbsp;bar&amp;nbsp;(we would usually call it Fei Boh due to getting inspired by Ip Man 2) to have dinner/supper with &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;. We've been wanting to consume in there for a long time, probably 8 months ago, but due to certain schdule reason, and oh fuck army of course, it was delayed, till now. The atmosphere in there is a near perfect fit for sad souls like us to hang out and gain some happy points. Sharing the same old army story, scolding the shit out of the bits and bytes of our current life for the sake of scolding, has never been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I will go to that weird-park-with-a-weird-two-storey-shelter on the day I ORD. The 975 bus towards Sungei Gedong camp will always bypass this amazing weird shit. Its gonna be the place where I shout "ORD LOWWWWW MOTHER FUCKERS". I'll see you in 400 days time. Maybe by that point of time, Evan the annoying shit will too join me in this holy event, and we can be good friends ending it with a happily ever after. Romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2278081392949584664?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2278081392949584664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2278081392949584664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2278081392949584664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2278081392949584664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/12/lam-pa-pa-lam.html' title='Lam Pa Pa Lam'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1052414466763656460</id><published>2010-12-12T19:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:30:59.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Embarked&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Confessions&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet another unique Japanese movie since &lt;strong&gt;Tokyo Sonata&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549771212041331202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TQS_g25pogI/AAAAAAAAA7E/abE6OiSrL0U/s320/poster%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;The first thing catches me in this movie, is &lt;strong&gt;Takako Matsu&lt;/strong&gt; herself. Its extremely rare to see her perform in drama nowadays, let alone movie. Since she doesn't perform much, she and the crew must be up to something with this movie. This movie is disgusting-ly beautiful. This movie convey how a school teacher took revenge on her student who somehow murdered her child by injecting HIV blood into their daily drinking milk. And how ones action could eventually create a misfortune chain effect. I just love how the way the director handled the movie, the editing and perfect background audio for the insane atmosphere. Rated this movie 6/10. I have to be honest that, some part of the movie didn't make sense, at all. How the hell can a student create such an powerful explosive device? You need a fucking plutonium in order to create a bomb, and its impossible to get your hands on it unless you have valid reasons for obtaining it, backed up by your institute, university, nuclear company or whatever. Even so, you're able to obtain low-grade plutonium only, and for such a big explosion, its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its more movies up ahead. Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Tangled : Rapunzel&lt;/strong&gt;. Anybody will know whats Rapunzel if they ever went thru their childhood. Doesn't ring a bell? Disney? A lady living in a tower? Extremely long hair? Able to use her hair as a rope and climb the tower? Bet you remembered this old fairy tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549771367938802002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TQS_p7qgQVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/A6XZxpQMGvg/s320/11151040_det%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;I have always been wondering whats the story behind this old fairy tale. Whats the reason that she had such a long hair, and her hair is so durable that you can use it as a rope to climb a freaking tower. Thanks to this charming movie, the mystery towards my curiosity is finale. Rated this movie 7/10. As expected from Walt Disney, never fail to entertain me. Its good to see all the singing in the middle of some conversation back again. Its like, Disney is back. Always love all the singing in Disney movies back in good old movies like Aladdin, Cindarella, Beauty and the Beast etc. Mind you, they're a piece of film art that are able to convey meaningful conversation into songs and music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is back to Sungei Dedong camp. My unit-transfer act failed. Ended up, what did I get? Got myself a Clerk vocation. What a greatest joke and a twist of fate. Its a long story, and we'll see if I enjoy it, or will I condeem myself into eternal slumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1052414466763656460?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1052414466763656460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1052414466763656460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1052414466763656460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1052414466763656460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/12/embarked.html' title='Embarked'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TQS_g25pogI/AAAAAAAAA7E/abE6OiSrL0U/s72-c/poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-808572892900822158</id><published>2010-11-28T19:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:23:08.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goodbye Happiness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all seperated, on that day, a perfectly fine day, 3 days ago. The anticipated result were nothing but a pile of delusion in reality. We, the 15 turret technician group were scattered, 1 OOC become a clerk, 3 were being picked out to join back A-vech (pending), 1 excuse boots, still pending for a result, 4 went to heavy arms, another 4 continued as a turret technician, and the last 2, including me, went to Leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we parted with an awkward mind, the rain came in to enhance the perfect moment, just like salt is to pepper, and cat is to dog. Definitely gonna miss this bunch of people, and the moment we spent in the hydraulic room playing Ipod Touch game, reading newspaper, scolding &lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt;, sleeping, crossing-mouth with our instructor, enjoying the air-con and etc for the pass 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which was friday, went straight to &lt;strong&gt;Sungei Gedong&lt;/strong&gt;, my new unit. Did I ever menton that &lt;strong&gt;Sungei Gedong&lt;/strong&gt; is the shit? The moment you made your way into the camp, you just feel like saying "Just kill me". Its the most wulu place that you can ever imagine in Singapore. I bet if I murder someone and hide them in the nearby bushes, for the next 5 months no one will even notice. The ME3 (Military Expert 3) interviewed me, asked me what medical problems do I have, and I told him that I had back and blood problem, straight away right into the face, he told me, "I don't want you in Leopard". LOL? I roughly know why they don't wanna take the risk, since their manpower is extremely limited. He told me most probably he will swap me with another turret guy, and remembered that I mention on the above that another 4 continued as a turret technician? So most probably 1 of them is gonna swap with me and be the "sacrifice". Why "sacrifice" you might asked, because, theres 2 of us in Leopard, one is me, another one, is a guy name &lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt;. No one wants to be with him, well, due to some ordeal reasons. But we'll see, its not confirmed yet anyway. Maybe &lt;strong&gt;Bao Guang &lt;/strong&gt;is gonna join the Leopard, and no one will be "sacrificed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went to the I.T Fair in EXPO. Saw one of my Tekong bunk mates, Teck Soon. LOL, good old days in Tekong. Linda got herself a harddisk, Ziyang got himself a harddisk too, CK got himself a 2GB RAM, and I got myself a cute little Ipod Nano 6th generation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544579802078428498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TPJN9BuwvVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/oLoIwv7lYDw/s320/Apple%252520iPod%252520nano%2525206G%252520costs%252520just%252520%252445_10%252520per%252520unit%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;Actually wanted to get myself a Ipod Touch 3rd gen 32GB, but as expected, theres no more production for that, since now they're promoting their Ipod Touch 4th gen, and I can't get it due to the built in camera, and due to the bloody army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544580624305547394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TPJOs4w-6II/AAAAAAAAA6k/A50iZN2JJtY/s320/202530%252Cxcitefun-apple-ipod-2%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;The Ipod Nano 6th gen instantly catched my attention ever since the first time I saw it on the magazine. And now, in the I.T fair, with it "live" infront of me, and I knew straight away that "You're the one". Its so small, so slick, so cool in all kinds of way. Its got hell lot of function for someone so small, and all the function is useful and designed for the ease of the user.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just for fun, you can also tranform this Ipod Nano into a watch. Since there is a function whereby you can change the whole screen into a clock, just like the image below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544582329310202690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TPJQQIZxS0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/kE5Zl3oidSc/s320/imagesCAAJP0FK.jpg" /&gt;Its got everything you need as a pure music listener, useful function like shaking the Ipod Nano will shuffle the next song. This Ipod Nano 6th gen is also built for sports person, since there is a pedometer function whereby it can calculate how many steps you've walk/run, how many calories you've burned so far, and so on. Thats where the "transforming it into a watch" comes in handy if you're one of the sporty individual. I'm a happy customer, the only thing that I'm disappointed about this product is their Equalizer function. Just like every Ipod product, this Ipod Nano 6th gen too, didn't have a custom equalizer function. I was surprise that such a good product doesn't have such a basic and important function. As a mp3 player, custom equalizer is like their bread and butter, so as a car must have wheels. So I don't really quite understand what the hell Apple is thinking. They got custom equalizer in their iTune, but not in all of their mp3 products? Seriously what the fuck?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after the gadget spending in EXPO, went to Tampines to consume our dinner at Carls Junior. Sawed Xing Hua and Lisa when we're on our way to T1. What a coincidence. I thought he already die in his 2 weeks confinement in Tekong lmao. Better variety choice of sauces and free flow of drinks are always one of the reason for Carls Junior. Nostalgic feeling came when I'm in Tampines Carls Junior, since I remembered very clearly I'm in the exact same place when we're in our poly chalet, going to Tampines Carls Junior to consume our dinner before going to Marcus's 21st birthday celebration at Ang Mo Kio outside his house. Those good old days, how I miss it. Anyway, after our dinner, we're back in AMK Hub, and CK got himself a PS3, like finally? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow its back to &lt;strong&gt;Sungei Gedong&lt;/strong&gt; camp, a camp that everyone wants to avoid. Thinking of the trip from my home to there makes me sick. Took me nearly 2 and a half hours to reach there, and the camp's atmosphere is so fucked up that, you just don't have the mood for staying in, so its a lose-lose situation. Stay in, you feel so fucked up. Stay out, its so fucked up far. So just kill me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're in a situation whereby you have a couple of hard-to-decide choices, wouldn't it be great to have a "preview" button that allows you to preview the short future of the choice you made?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-808572892900822158?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/808572892900822158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=808572892900822158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/808572892900822158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/808572892900822158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye-happiness.html' title='Goodbye Happiness'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TPJN9BuwvVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/oLoIwv7lYDw/s72-c/Apple%252520iPod%252520nano%2525206G%252520costs%252520just%252520%252445_10%252520per%252520unit%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3764964140048296788</id><published>2010-11-21T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:53:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give in to the Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Give in to the Devil&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday went to &lt;strong&gt;Mag's&lt;/strong&gt; 21st birthday celebrate at Changi coast walk 10, yet another birthday celebrate never failed to held at wulu places. &lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Yap&lt;/strong&gt; was present too, and how I envy his ORD days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I actually volunteered myself to join the Leopard. Leopard is one of the hardcore tank that is said to be hard-to-fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541838502214580562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TOiQwX8VOVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/7biuxKNwq1E/s320/Leopard_2A4_Finland_Army_001%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the while I've been learning and touching(or maybe sleeping in) Bionix 40/50 and Bionix 2MT, kinda use to it already, but at the same time, sick of it. This voluntary shift to Leopard, is it a good move? Considered that Leopard is harder, more shag, more outfield. But whatever, just chiong only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My training is ending soon in another 3 more days, and we will be posted to our assigned camp and unit, but most likely all of us will be posted to &lt;strong&gt;Sungei Degong&lt;/strong&gt; camp, the most fucked-up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;鸟不生蛋 &lt;/span&gt;camp ever. The name "&lt;strong&gt;Sungei Degong&lt;/strong&gt;" itself is already fucked up enough. For us who volunteered to join the Leopard, maybe we will have another training in &lt;strong&gt;Kranji Camp&lt;/strong&gt; 3 again, maybe another 2-3 weeks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday went upper Thomson's Prata house to have supper with &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;. Funny to see how &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt; shared his out field story with &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, whos going to outfield in BMT this coming tuesday. Bet his gonna die in his upcoming outfield, the worse nightmare for all BMT recruits, and his from Raven Coy, pretty much gg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Received a letter from the Ministry of Home Affairs. They're seeking and recruiting people to join their Home Team, where they offered "&lt;em&gt;rewarding and challenging careers to talented men and women with a passion to play an active role in keeping Singapore safe and secure&lt;/em&gt;". Most probably if anyone joined them, will be under the Singapore Police Force (SPF), Singapore Civil Defence Force (SCDF),  Singapoe Prison Service (SPS),  Central Narcotics Bureau (CNB), or Immnigration &amp;amp; Checkpoints Authority (ICA). The idea of joining them did cross my mind, considered that I can get the hell out of NS right away, drawing 4 times more pay than in NS and etc. But from what I knew from my father, most probably I'm gonna sign-on for them for 6 years, meaning I will complete my first 2 years, go study for another 3-4 years and get a degree(not forgetting they paid for your studies fee), then come back and serve another 4 years for them. Thinking of it, if im really doing well in this path, I'm poised to stock up ample money for a car, and also the capital for setting up my own business. But, after I'm done with all these, I'm already in my 30's LOL, kinda disgusting. If anyone knows me well, I'm not that kind of person who will "sell my soul for the seek for a better future". So yeah, guess I'll stick with the 2 years in Army, and get out from there with no money. How great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't made a decision, just stick to your heart. At least you wouldn't regret, that much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3764964140048296788?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3764964140048296788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3764964140048296788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3764964140048296788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3764964140048296788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-in-to.html' title='Give in to the Devil'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TOiQwX8VOVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/7biuxKNwq1E/s72-c/Leopard_2A4_Finland_Army_001%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7721587896143345380</id><published>2010-11-07T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:08:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zombie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deepavali week pass surprisingly fast, so fast that even from monday to thursday seems like a breeze. Last weekend, went out to have a happy-point-gathering dinner. Dinner was kinda rush, since he is combating with time for his book in. During the dinner, I get to learn that &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt; had already sign on in Army. I saw it coming, but didn't expect it to happen so fast. So its like, one man down? The word sign on always is a freaking taboo to my ears, and I would never imagine myself sign on in Army. It isn't that bad of a life to sign on in army, good pay, steady job, but it just doesn't suit my taste for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home the entire day during Deepavali. Was a great bonus rest day for all of us. Yesterday, went out to have, again, a happy-point-gathering dinner. Went to Seoul Garden, and how many decade and century had pass since the last time I consume in Seoul Garden? I remembered clearly it was during my secondary 3 period, had my virgin visit to the Seoul Garden in Bishan J8, together with &lt;strong&gt;Jaime&lt;/strong&gt; and gang. And so, yesterday trip to Marina Square was my 2nd time spent in Seoul Garden lmao. From what I remembered, nothing much had changed in Seoul Garden for the past 6 years. Average variety choice of food, average this, and average that. Having free flow of food and drinks is always an enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna book in back again tomorrow, and will have my 2nd guard duty on monday. Pretty sian just by thinking of it, since the previous guard duty experience isn't that great. Felt pretty much like a bloody zombie outbreak to the mind after guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New batch of enlistees are gonna get enlisted tomorrow, and one of them will be &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt; i think. Freaking good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes things that are used to be important to you, doesn't seems to be that of a big deal anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7721587896143345380?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7721587896143345380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7721587896143345380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7721587896143345380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7721587896143345380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/11/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8688970613708537345</id><published>2010-10-24T20:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:25:36.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an unknown song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Like an unknown song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, went out with &lt;strong&gt;JL&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, for a good chill out treat. Went to have a good meal in Fish &amp;amp; Co, and later on, a movie session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TMQokEEFcAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Qc808jqAkNE/s1600/220px-Reign-of-Assassins%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531590842349088770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TMQokEEFcAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Qc808jqAkNE/s320/220px-Reign-of-Assassins%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Reign of Assassins&lt;/strong&gt;. It is one of the few ancient chinese movie that doesn't feel goofy or cliche to watch. I like the wide range of casting, and a little twist to a somewhat bound-to-be-simple plot. Isn't a bad show if you're up for some old school ancient chinese movie. Rated it 6/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Kathy&lt;/strong&gt;'s 21st birthday celebration yesterday, helded at a BBQ pit near Bishan CC. That place is an ideal place for holding birthday celebration, or any BBQ event, the atmosphere is just there and right, considered that it is in a HDB area. Got her a really simple present, hope she likes it, and I bet she does by taking evidence from the sms she sent. You will not believe what present I got for her, and no one will ever guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sunday again, and for god-knows-why the time pass so fast during the bloody weekend. Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Social Network&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TMQwS42FkiI/AAAAAAAAA6M/wIj6aQ5Nliw/s1600/11152124_det%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531599343372833314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TMQwS42FkiI/AAAAAAAAA6M/wIj6aQ5Nliw/s320/11152124_det%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie, is all about the story behind the founder of Facebook, &lt;strong&gt;Mark Zuckerberg.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're a Facebook user, watch it. If not, too bad. You should probably read up on the wikipedia on the history of Facebook before watching the film, because I'm sure that you will catch no balls if you don't. A good and rare film not to be missed. This movie can't be rated, since this movie is based on a true story, and 95% of it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking in to Kranji Camp 3 tomorrow, and I'm gonna have guard duty this coming friday. Sounds sick, but whatever, everybody have to do it anway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost. Friends? Ain't that bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8688970613708537345?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8688970613708537345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8688970613708537345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8688970613708537345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8688970613708537345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-unknown-song.html' title='Like an unknown song'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TMQokEEFcAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Qc808jqAkNE/s72-c/220px-Reign-of-Assassins%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-685699821103250542</id><published>2010-10-15T22:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:06:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>做 Bo Lan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;做 Bo Lan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda surprise that my time during the first week in Kranji Camp 3 passes pretty fast, mainly because, its a bloody stay-out camp, hell yes. It was actually a stay-in camp, but the bunk isn't ready for us to stay, so yea, everyday is a 90 mins travelling time, 7:30am to 5pm, was kinda bloody far and have to wake up so damn early for the transport, but nevermind, it was all worth it when you get to stay at home to sleep on your lovely bed everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I did during the first day in Kranji camp 3, lets see...... All I can remember is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;做&lt;/span&gt; Bo Lan. I love how the workshop is spacial, clean and all, because its all brand new, comparing it to the workshop in Ayer Rajah Camp, the workshop in Ayer Rajah Camp is a bloody oven I swear. What we did during Tuesday? 做 Bo Lan. What we did during Wednesday? 做 Bo Lan. What we did during Thursday? 做 Bo Lan. What we did during Friday? Repeat after me, 做--Bo--Lan. We indeed do our work during our time in Kranji Camp 3, but seriously, overall of the time, is totally 做 Bo Lan. Keep up the good work. We're still under training, so I guess after the training phase, whereby we will all be posted to our own unit, thats where the real business starts, Out-Field, guard duty, stay-in, what a bloody mood spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a shocking news, when I came across IceFrog's blog, and I saw this "DotA 2". I was like "What the Fuck?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528286057651219266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLhq4RsLq0I/AAAAAAAAA58/ZsCG9mlLdH4/s400/dota2_onesheet_morphling%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; This picure alone, is ample for epic wow-ness. Definitely a pretty damn bright future for &lt;strong&gt;DotA&lt;/strong&gt;, considered that &lt;strong&gt;Valve&lt;/strong&gt; seems to be taking this project pretty serious, and I can't wait for this release next year. All the &lt;strong&gt;DotA&lt;/strong&gt; clone like &lt;strong&gt;HoN&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;LoL&lt;/strong&gt;, probably can't outshine this epic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was like a dream come true to all &lt;strong&gt;DotA&lt;/strong&gt; players I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like chilling out with my dear friends during the weekend. Gonna be a blast, or at least, a boom. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;做&lt;/span&gt; Bo Lan is good in camp, but not during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-685699821103250542?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/685699821103250542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=685699821103250542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/685699821103250542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/685699821103250542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/10/bo-lan.html' title='做 Bo Lan'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLhq4RsLq0I/AAAAAAAAA58/ZsCG9mlLdH4/s72-c/dota2_onesheet_morphling%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5807578832364633303</id><published>2010-10-10T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:33:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chronos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A blink of your mind, half of my block leave was spent. Went to catch a movie on wednesday, &lt;strong&gt;Detective Dee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLHMmcYTtQI/AAAAAAAAA5k/T3ri7I0QWk8/s1600/220px-DetectiveDee%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526423178585552130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLHMmcYTtQI/AAAAAAAAA5k/T3ri7I0QWk8/s320/220px-DetectiveDee%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its all about this ancient chinese detective, Dee Ren Jie, being pull out behind bar, to assist the Emperor (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;played by Carina Lau as Wu ZeTian, the first and last female emperor in the history of China&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to solve the mystery of the phantom flame. Pretty average storyline, with a few twist, and a below average fighting scene with some lame CGI, its a pretty average film. Rated it 5.5/10. Bugs me when they're producing lava molten inside the Buddha statue and no one question about it from the very start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the block leave were spent at home, and going out with my poly mates. We're all sad souls of army slave, so sad that we met up in Northpoint and had our dinner at Pastamania near closing hours. Always feels good to just complain about our army life to each other, and to chill out late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week pass like a day, and its already omfg sunday. Gonna report to Kranji Camp 3 during monday morning 7:45am. Gonna chiong for happiness point before going in to the shit hole, and thus, catch a movie this afternoon, &lt;strong&gt;Buried&lt;/strong&gt;. Its a film that I always wanted to watch ever since I first saw the trailer of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLHSJhhfTGI/AAAAAAAAA5s/tF8B_9Ouvi8/s1600/11152005_det%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526429278819798114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLHSJhhfTGI/AAAAAAAAA5s/tF8B_9Ouvi8/s320/11152005_det%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What will you do once you awake, and you realise that, you are in nowhere but being trapped in a coffin, underground? This film is all about how Paul Conroy tried every possible ways to get himself out of this hell hole, with only a cellphone, and a lighter. Don't be surprise that the entire movie takes place only in that small confine coffin thru out the whole 90 mins. With the entire movie set only in that confine coffin, the movie itself is setting a huge challenge to the filming industry, breaking thru the limitation by setting limitation. Why is he in the god-damn coffin in the first place? Find it out yourself. I don't wanna be a spoiler but, what a god damn sad ending, and its gonna be one of the best ending of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rated this film 7/10. A good film not to be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few more hours, and I'll be in Kranji Camp. Somewhat unbelievable that my seems-to-be-long 1 week block leave is ending, ending all too soon. These 1 week block leave seems to create a delusion, a delusion that makes me believe that I'm still not in the army. Reality never fail to strike when you're being mesmerized in your delusion. But whatever, just chiong. Its the only way to counter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5807578832364633303?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5807578832364633303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5807578832364633303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5807578832364633303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5807578832364633303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/10/chronos.html' title='Chronos'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TLHMmcYTtQI/AAAAAAAAA5k/T3ri7I0QWk8/s72-c/220px-DetectiveDee%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1599897562092194643</id><published>2010-10-05T20:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:12:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;As if a dream&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last saturday, which was the day after my POC, went to &lt;strong&gt;Orchard&lt;/strong&gt; to just chill out. Wanted to get myself an Ipod Touch 3rd gen, but, just when I'm poise to get myself an Ipod Touch 3rd gen 32GB, there is no longer anymore 32GB left in the shelf, only left with 8GB and 64GB. Sometimes I wonder why can ones' life be so suay. Where got such thing as no more production? No production nevermind, I accept it, but can so zhun is the 32GB that I always wanted, and not 8GB nor 64GB. Nevermind, I'm used to this kind of suay shit life anyway, since I always step on my tough luck and laugh on it, probably the "Lord" isn't happy that I'm always in the victory spree, I bet the "Lord" is trying his/her best, throwing more shit to me. Bring it on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought myself a PS3 Slim, another gadget that I always wanted &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524571790885647074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKs4xfvh8uI/AAAAAAAAA4k/P659v3SlipU/s320/ps3slimamazon%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;The slim version is so much lighter and slick compared to the original bulky version of the PS3. Fits perfectly in my not-so-big room with a not-so-big-fake-TV-console. It is a fake TV console because in the first place, it isn't a TV console, it is a bloody 40cm+ tall cupboard roflmao. Gonna love the atmosphere in Orchard Central, especially the 5th level. Fuck, so gonna open my shop at that 5th level. Probably a happy ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had our dinner at the Italian Restaurant on the first level, can't remember the name, but before that, we went to have a look at the Swiss Restaurant, &lt;strong&gt;Marche'&lt;/strong&gt;. Call me a frog in the well, call me whatever, but I swear this is one hell of a unique restaurant that I've seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524573272805122978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKs6HwUqo6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/EA_-4oING5w/s320/MarcheRestaurant%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;This is how the restaurant looks like on the outside, and they will be selling their breads and fruit cake outside, the restaurant is underground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524574104794180962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKs64LuULWI/AAAAAAAAA40/debGP3dI0VI/s320/MarcheSwissFamily%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;This is what you will saw when you're heading towards the stairs for the underground restaurant. Ohhhh so bloody swissy-cozy, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524580274442221778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKtAfTdCONI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aZ0WO6ahdyo/s320/4086794_d2a785c410%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;Once you entered the restaurant, they will hand a card to the customer each. The card serve as a "shopping cart", whereby you can get whatever food and drinks you want, but the amount of money will be stack into the card depends on how much that food or drinks cost you, and at the end of the day, the card will determine how much you gonna pay. Didn't have our dinner in there, price wise, was abit expensive than your daily restaurant like Fish &amp;amp; Co, but, still affordable. Probably gonna try it the next time. Seems as though you had entered a fairy land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got the chance to catch a movie. A variety of movie that is watchable, ended up we choose &lt;strong&gt;Legend of the Fist&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKsvyt7ApZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-1hy6MWWlRc/s1600/220px-Legend_of_the_Fist-_The_Return_of_Chen_Zhen_poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524561916267111826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKsvyt7ApZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-1hy6MWWlRc/s320/220px-Legend_of_the_Fist-_The_Return_of_Chen_Zhen_poster%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A remake version of the Bruce Lee classic, Fist of Fury sequel. A truly old school movie that makes the main lead to be a superman, just like Bruce Lee. The way the director handle this movie, seems as if he expected his audience to have already watch the original version before. The whole movie was pretty "summarise" to me. Rated this 5/10. Average fighting scene, and a story that is so summarised that you don't even bothered anymore at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Staying at home for more than 3 days, seems as though I'm back in my usual life before army. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1599897562092194643?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1599897562092194643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1599897562092194643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1599897562092194643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1599897562092194643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-if-dream.html' title='As if a dream'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKs4xfvh8uI/AAAAAAAAA4k/P659v3SlipU/s72-c/ps3slimamazon%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-4678754897778658321</id><published>2010-10-02T16:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T03:37:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;POC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally POC-ed from Sembawang Camp. Last week of my vocational BMT, was pretty swift, mainly because we technician don't have to travel to Ayer Rajah camp anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our games day on monday, VIAD(Vehicle Immediate Action Drill) on the tuesday, Recruits Night on wednesday, POC rehearsal on thursday, and the actual POC on friday. Games day was a waste of time. VIAD wasn't that bad, since im the vehicle commander that gets to shout the command, pretty fun, but at the same time, pretty shitty out in the wulu Khatib camp field. Recruits Night, well, not that bad, considered they had invited the SAF music band to perform for us. POC rehearsal wasn't fun at all. Everything seems to be so messy and unorganised at the start, as a result, we rehearse all the way from morning till 12am. On the actual day of POC, was pretty excited about it for the first 5 mins, and the excitement was easily consumed by the mood destroyer vocation, and the cycle repeats. Hours and hours of rehearsal were presented proudly to all our friends and parents within an hour of the ceremony. The moment when we threw our beret up into the sky, we're officially privates &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(+$20 allowance roflmao)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no longer recruits. Running towards our field pack, screaming of joy, for the better, or for the worse, only each individual can tell. Definitely gonna miss my tekong bunk mates, maybe Sembawang bunk mates too. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524277078957916594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKosvAQegbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/nylZe_udn7g/s320/36152_439945428074_706083074_5313772_314075_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my 1 week block leave right now, and after this paradise, Kranji camp awaits; Turret technician awaits, which I'm so reluctant to face it. Time to rejuvenate myself in this precious 1 week holiday. Time for some movies and stuff. It's been quite a while ever since the last time i went to the theatre. Life seems to be disconnected from the civilian world once you're in the army. Oh, maybe some insane cycling travelling during chalet. Fucking miss those insane cycling periods with my poly mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I've start to regain the "Scare what? Just chiong" attitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-4678754897778658321?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/4678754897778658321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=4678754897778658321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4678754897778658321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4678754897778658321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/10/poc.html' title='POC'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TKosvAQegbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/nylZe_udn7g/s72-c/36152_439945428074_706083074_5313772_314075_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1989942272717083845</id><published>2010-09-26T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:55:41.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its the 5th and last week staying in Sembawang Camp in this coming week. The 3rd and 4th week in there, was as boring and un-inspiring as ever. Sore throat and phlegm coughing makes the whole experience even worse. Everyday is the same old routine, waking up at 5am, wash up, fall in for 5BX, go for breakfast, change to smart 4, fall in wait for shuttle bus to Ayer Rajah Camp, a 40 mins trip from Sembawang Camp to Ayer Rajah Camp, began learning phase in Ayer Rajah Camp. Repeat this cycle 10 times, and thats pretty much what happened during the 3rd and 4th week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 3rd week book out, was too tired and un-inspired to do any stuff. Life is miserable during 3rd week book out. I feel nothing when booking out. I feel nothing when lying down on my home bed. Everything seems to be so dull. I had no idea why. Went out with Ziyang and gang to have our dinner in Fish &amp;amp; Co. Surprisingly, all the dullness seems to perish after having dinner with them. I felt so much better. It seems like "I'm back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 4th week book out, which is this week book out, went to attend &lt;strong&gt;Hwee Hoon's&lt;/strong&gt; 21st birthday celebration. Great to see everyone again, doing well and all. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当兵的当兵. 做工的做工. 读书的读书. &lt;/span&gt;2010 is coming to an end soon, and pretty much everyone will clear their 21st in another 2 months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything doesn't seems to be that bad now. I'll just try my best on the vocation, and see how everything goes, even though I still hate technician. This coming week, will be the last week in Sembawang Camp, and its time for POC. Life after POC isn't going to be any better anyway, so, its not much of a big deal to me. Gonna be sad to depart with my tekong bunk mates after POC, since all of us will be seperated to our own vocation. Gonna adapt to new friendship and all, which is always a fucking chore to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me childish. Call me whatever. But I always think that this would be the best bunk mate combination if they were to let me choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Myself&lt;br /&gt;(2) Sean&lt;br /&gt;(3) Shawn Tan&lt;br /&gt;(4) Ziyang&lt;br /&gt;(5) CK&lt;br /&gt;(6) Apple&lt;br /&gt;(7) Wilson&lt;br /&gt;(8) Seah Yi&lt;br /&gt;(9) JJ&lt;br /&gt;(10) Jian Hao&lt;br /&gt;(11) JL&lt;br /&gt;(12) Hilmi&lt;br /&gt;(13) Marcus Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these 13 were to stick together for the whole 2 years in army, i bet its gonna be so fucking fun. Dream on. But, its fun to just think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be stronger. Fly higher. Don't be afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1989942272717083845?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1989942272717083845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1989942272717083845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1989942272717083845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1989942272717083845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to.html' title='Back to'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3155785980645659706</id><published>2010-09-10T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T04:13:06.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion. Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conclusion. Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survived the 2nd week in Sembawang camp. Got a serious cough and phlegm during the 2nd week. With so many people coughing in the bloody camp, its impossible to not get infected. Manage to get my vocation changed, from Armored-Vehicle Technician, to Turret Technician. Didn't have much difference anyway, one is repair and maintain tank, another one is to repair an maintain the turret on the tank, still a technician at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week in Sembawang camp, things didn't turn out any better. The coughing is the major culprit that keeps me awake from 11pm to 4am. Everyday routine is 5BX, breakfast, take the shuttle bus travel all the way from sembawang camp to Ayer Rajah camp, learn all the shit about turret, and at the late afternoon travel back to sembawang camp again. So basically Sembawang camp is just a holding place for us. Fuck this system. I totally had no interest in being a technician, just freaking too bad for so many vocation, I kana this shit. I'm so excited now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when we're taking the shuttle bus, travelling from Sembawang camp to Ayer Rajah Camp, a 20 mins ride, I'll just idle in the bus, and for no reason, good memories of my poly life flashes in and out, like a movie. While watching the "movie", I wonder, I was once this happy, is it real? Is that really me inside that movie? If yes, why im in this shit hole right now? Every memories seems to be unreal and never existed whenever I realised that im still in the bus. Every steps and action I took before, seems to be unreal and a all-in-vain kind of feeling. I might made myself sound like a bloody weakling, but, thats how I felt everyday. I've become a yes man without a doubt, but, it tends to wear off easily with just a simple mood swing, triggered by the technician stuff and shit. What scares me the most, is when everybody around me turned into a "robot", as if im the only living being who can feel and anticipate the torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whens the day I can stop documenting my life in the army, maybe when I ORD? Everything doesn't sound as bad as I convey, but seriously, it's just how i felt towards it. I just wanna faster get pass this 3 weeks, get post to kranji camp and do my 2 months vocation training, and get posted to my unit, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一了百了&lt;/span&gt;, rather than being a half-fuck recruit playing along with the NS new system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to learn as a turret technician. It feels pretty overwhelming just by studying the theory. It somehow feels like im back to my secondary studying DnT, but without a doubt, its 10 times harder than our O levels DnT. Lets hope everything will come into a conclusion when we do our hands-on on the turret in the workshop in this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got soul but I'm not a soldier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3155785980645659706?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3155785980645659706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3155785980645659706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3155785980645659706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3155785980645659706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/09/conclusion-not.html' title='Conclusion. Not'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3734417223816563070</id><published>2010-09-05T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:43:00.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fake Depression&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to survive a week in Sembawang camp, and its 4 weeks more to go. Typical words can't really express how much I dislike this bloody camp. Pretty much everything is kinda half-fuck, may it be the toilet, shower room, bunk, management, cookhouse, and especially the whole atmosphere. Lets start from the toilet. Every single toilet bowl's seat is broken, which i don't even know why, but nevermind, since I dont really need a seat anyway. The shower room, the first impression given was "Are you serious? What era is it now?" The shower room got no doors. Not much of a big deal, but seriously, we're all civilize people now, doesn't mean that we're in the army and we should behave like wild man. See-ing dicks and white butts sure is irritating at times, oh dicks. Talking about the bunk makes me wanna kill someone. To anyone whos in the same bunk as me, got the worse luck ever. I have no idea why the fuck ONLY our bunk got 1 door, and all the other bunk got 2 doors and better ventilation. The wall in the bunk is popped out in such a way that our cabinet is shifted out, blocking half of our bed. I got a sleepless night for the first 3 days due to extremely stuffy condition in the bunk. Got a store room in your house? Just try sleeping inside, its exactly the same. Time management is also pretty much fucked up inside. Precious time is wasted due to their poorly managed schedule. Oh, talking about the cookhouse, its kinda shitty when compared to Tekong's cookhouse. The food is a mood spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its a run down place with a fucked up atmosphere. Every morning when i woke up(does it still count as a woke up when I can't even sleep?) in the bloody bunk, I just feel so moody and reluctant. Anyway, my vocation is technician, A-vehicle technician. Meaning I will be learning how to maintain and fix the tank. Seriously, of all vocation, I kana this shitty vocation. I've request for a change of my vocation to Fire arms technician, whereby I will have to learn all kinds of guns and weapons, and maintain it. Lets hope that my appeal will be a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to the I.T fair with &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Sean. Ziyang &lt;/strong&gt;got himself an Ipod Touch 3rd gen, and my purpose to the I.T fair was to get myself an Ipod Touch too, but due to much considerations, didn't get myself an Ipod Touch just yet. The 4th gen of Ipod Touch is coming soon in this mid-late september, so, im still struggling whether to get myself the 3rd gen or the 4th gen. The 4th gen is definitely better, but, it comes with a camera in it, which I cannot bring into the army for the next 2 years, makes it pretty much pointless, so I'm doomed to get the 3rd gen if i really want an Ipod Touch. I'll just wait and see how first, since I'm not in a hurry to get an Ipod Touch, because I'm still using my good-old fashion first batch mp3 that cost around $168 for a 128MB storage 6 years ago. &lt;strong&gt;Kathy&lt;/strong&gt; should every well know which mp3 im talking about, since she's the one who always occupy my mp3 during our secondary school days, and not forgetting how many thousand times she drops the poor mp3, but magically, I've used it for a good 6 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight, will have to book-in into that shitty camp again. Kinda reluctant for sure, but its gonna be a new phase from this coming week. I've to hypnotise myself to become a yes-man, and everything will turn out to be just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is fair when you don't compare. If you agree with this sentence, you're living a life full of lies and self console.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3734417223816563070?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3734417223816563070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3734417223816563070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3734417223816563070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3734417223816563070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/09/fake-depression.html' title='Fake Depression'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7662497634883101758</id><published>2010-08-28T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:09:33.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive back to shit pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alive back to shit pit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week in tekong was pretty fun, ironic enough. First day of the week was grenade throwing. Board the big air-con tour bus (finally get to sit on air-con bus instead of the bloody tonner), and our destination is to the bomb range. Did our last hands-on practice next to the waiting area, using the mock grenade. Im in the last few group that gets to throw the real grenade, so while waiting in the waiting area, we get to witness the loudness of the grenade, and once the first real grenade exploded, rofl, our sergeant asked us "Does any of you want to withdraw now?". We were like 200-300m away, and fuck, when the grenade exploded, we can feel the vibration in the waiting area. During the grenade throwing session, go one guy in our platoon got his grenade blinded, meaning the bomb didn't explode when he threw. They waited for around 20 mins, and the grenade still didn't explode. C4 were sent into the grenade range, used to detonate the blinded grenade. Ohh, the explosion and power of the C4 is like 2-3 times that of the grenade. After a long wait in the waiting area, its finally my turn. Got my ear plucks on, wearing the full battle order suit, walking down towards the grenade range, the feeling is just, marvellously fuck. The feeling is even more fuck when we collect our real grenade at the ammo point, inserting it into our vest pocket while waiting for our turn. "Tickerlish-stress" is the perfect word to describe the whole atmosphere while waiting for your turn with a real grenade in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its finally my turn. Running down the narrow pavement towards the bay, shouting "&lt;em&gt;I, S8908618C, Recruit Lim Jian Cheng, Right Master Hand, Non Sweaty Palm, Requesting permission to enter the bay , SIR&lt;/em&gt;!". Ok, grenade out, safety ring twist, safety ring pull, safety pin out, and its fire in the bloody hole. Throwing the grenade, feels exactly like throwing away your burden. How I wish the real burden could be threw away as easily as throwing a grenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainding days in the last week were kinda relaxing. All we did was practicing for our OC night, BSK test, and massive area cleaning and packing. Thursday was the day that every platoon had to put up something for our OC, may it be a short drama, songs, or whatever. I bet all of us enjoy ourselves during that night, and not forgeting our best night snacks ever for the past 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, is the day that we all will be leaving Tekong, and proceed on to our own vocation in Singapore. So, is it for the better or for the worse? Is the grass truly greener in Singapore camp than tekong? No one knows. It is yet another ironic feeling. I got posted to Sembawang camp, and the impression it gave me wasn't good at all. Firstly, our bunk is so crampy compared to the bunk in tekong. Secondly, the shower room don't have any door, fucking great. Thirdly, I hate the atmosphere of the cookhouse. Everything feels so "slow" and un-appealing. Lastly, theres only 4 of my Tekong bunk mate with me in that new bunk, the other 12 of them are from other platoon and other company, what the fuck? I don't mind having new bunk mates, but, i just really dislike some of them, fucked up character that does nothing but to spoil my already spoiled mood. To my surprise and "relief", my Tekong bunk mate dislike them too, makes me feel that im not the only one that is "alive". I wonder how am I going to tahan these shit for the next 5 weeks. And I still don't know what vocation im assigned to, will only get to know it in this coming monday. Hope that I don't kana medic or driver. Fuck my life rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, will be having a good meal with &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt; and gangs later on tonight. Better collect more happy points and get a happy ending before im back to face the shit at sunday night. For some weird reasons, i miss Tekong. During the very first few weeks in Tekong, lots of our sergeant told us that we will be missing Tekong once we get posted out. We laugh at it at first, since who the fuck will miss tekong? Now, I clearly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above, Beyond, as one. Hawk Coy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7662497634883101758?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7662497634883101758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7662497634883101758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7662497634883101758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7662497634883101758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/08/alive-back-to-shit-pit.html' title='Alive back to shit pit'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2054491120355486353</id><published>2010-08-21T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:45:19.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alive yet again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very fast, its the end of 3rd week in tekong. The 3rd week in tekong passes pretty damn fast. It was already monday night when I book in, and for no reason its already tuesday. Did our grenade throwing practice during tuesday. The practice and all was easy as usual, the only thing that sucks were the waiting time when you are wearing your full combat suit with the bloody vest and your helmets on under the blazing weather, you can just die without doing anything trust me. Safety ring twist, safety ring pull, safety pin out, GRENADE!! Love it. 2 days were taken up by our field camp, which land us all on thursday already. Oh, the field camp is the shittiest crap for the past 3 weeks in tekong. Setting up our own basha(tent), getting dirty and all camo up was fun and all, but the only thing that makes the whole experience sucks to the core was my ground sheet. The bloody ground sheet is so old that the water proof part of the ground sheet has wear off, as a result when we lay our ground sheet on the wet grass, our ground sheet just get so damn wet, and the whole sleeping experience is a nightmare. With the incredible wet ground sheet that makes my whole pants wet, hugging my hard as rock rifle worried that it will be stolen by our sergeant, frogs were making noise beside my tent, and even worse, my buddy sleeping next to me were snoring like free, makes me staying awake the whole damn night. To be honest, the damn wet ground sheet was the main culprit for the nightmare. The irritation is unexplainable. During the silence night, im all awake, staring at my rifle and my buddy. Im staring at my buddy the whole night, watching each and every sound he made, each and every movement he made. Sounds gay, but, thats the only thing that i can do. Good memories of chilling off with friends in AMK, and having a freedom to enjoy timeless and good meals in the macdonalds and Fish &amp;amp; Co flash thru my minds when im doing a standalone in the lonely night in the basha staring at my rifle and my buddy. Heavenly bathe is the perfect word to describe the moment we took shower after the field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming monday we will have our grenade throwing, the real stuff. Pretty scary just by thinking of it. Guess what, during our grenade throwing practice, one of my platoon mate hand slipped and threw the grenade into another bay, and i was like "wtf?". Imagine its the real grenade, probably he had just did a double kill, both on the commander and his fellow platoon mate. You gonna take the grenade and place it in your vest while waiting. So imagine the whole platoon is carrying a grenade with them while waiting for their turn, and for whatever reason if any of the grenade is faulty and exploded, probably 5-10 people will die next to the explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week and its the end of my days in tekong (unless I so suay kana post back to tekong again). Pretty fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2054491120355486353?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2054491120355486353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2054491120355486353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2054491120355486353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2054491120355486353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/08/alive-yet-again.html' title='Alive yet again'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1268842000506557914</id><published>2010-08-16T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:17:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alive again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm back from the 2 weeks of confinement in tekong, and it seems like I've been in there for months. The first day feels pretty excited, but at the same time, miserable and fuck-ed up in one corner of my heart. Waked up early in the morning with my family, and my father drove us all to Pasir Ris White Sand to have breakfast. I hate this kind of feeling when the whole family is mobolised in a perfectly normal day, and always seems as if something wrong is going to happen. When having our breakfast in White Sand, saw some of the botak head were having breakfast with their family too, and instantly came into a conclusion that, they are also going to be enlisted the same day I was. Took the shuttle bus that leads to the ferry terminal, and the ferry will lead you to tekong island. Upon reaching Tekong Island, with the atmosphere, structure, and whatsoever, the excitement in me diminish gradually. "Am I going to do this?" , "I am finally here", "Am i really ready to do this?", all these small irritating thoughts just came whirling around. This is how things works in Tekong. Nothing much is explained to you, and you have to just blindly follow all the instructions return on the board or signs, and just proceed, you can't afford to stop for a sec to think. To put it simple, there is no time for you to even think about "Am I ready for this". Just went walking with my family to a point where by we will be seperated into different sections. The enlistees will proceed to surrender their IC, and as for families and relative will proceed to another section, which I don't really know what happen in there, only my family can tell. Oh, did i forget to say i ride the same shuttle bus, ferry, and surrender the IC together with Shawn Tan? What an coincidence, but not really, since the timing for the enlistees &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也不过就那几个&lt;/span&gt;timing. Sitting on the chair, getting our IC confiscated, and waiting to be briefed. Take a look on everbody's faces, look pretty much the same, and a word can sums them all, miserable. Some may look perfectly fine, but the whole atmosphere, you can just freaking feel it, the lost and miserable air. I'll skip the greetings by the CSM and platoon sergeant, oath taking in the auditorium, and having the "last lunch" with the family part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its phase 2 of the first day, and we will all be proceed into the BMTC school 2, and its the final goodbye to our families till 2 weeks time. We the enlistees, were all bought to a shelter-like place to take our field bag and duffel bag. These 2 bags contains all the essential items that you will ever need in your 2 years in the army. The field bag weighs around a bloody 8-10kg, and the duffel bag too, weights around a bloody 8-10kg, or even more. Walking with all these bulky un-adjusted bags, together with your own civilian bags, you can't imagine how irritating it is, and there is no room of time for you to adjust your bloody bag. You just have to move, move, and move. Everything is fast, on-going, said-once-and-execute-immediately style. Everybody is lost on what are they going to do next, but no choice, we just have to keep moving and follow instructions blindly. Took the field bag and duffel bag into the checking-of-items location, whereby we have to check for everything in both bags, check for missing items and etc. There are so many items in both bags that makes everything feels rush and hush. With all the items changing and all, very fast, its night time for the first day. The first bathe during that night is horrible. The water is so cold that you are suffering when bathing. The first night on the bed is horrible too. Non of us can sleep, as expected, new environment, new beds, so many thing is running thru your minds as you lay down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip thru all the details that I really like to share, but I really had no time for those. Its during the 2nd day then I realise Sean is also in the same company as me. I got myself into some trouble during the 5th day. I realise that even though i am in PES C9L3, i am not excused from fire arms, but during the first day when we're about to get our own SAR 21 rifle, i declared that i am excused from fire arms, and the weirdest part is that, the sergeant never even question me and they believe what i said, so i thought i am correct. So for the pass 5 days, I never go for the rifle training and shit, which is known as the IMT. In order to pass your BMT, you need to pass your live firing test, and in order to take the live firing test, you need to pass your IMT, and so you know where my problm lies? Yes, I didn't go to IMT since i thought i am excused from fire arms, but anyway, they still manage to let me attend the live firing test, and I pass! I am truly talented rofl. All the afford you put into by learning and carrying your bulky rifle everyday and mentally stress for losing any parts of your rifle is worthwhile when the day has come for you to actually fire your rifle with real bullets. The day in the live firing test is the day that i would really like to share, since it is the most tiring crap ever in the pass 2 weeks, as we stay in there for almost 24 hours, one freaking whole day just to have our day test and night test, but again, i have no time for that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall experience in this pass 2 weeks in tekong, actually, its quite ok. To be honest it is no fun at all, but nor is it really that bad. A handful of the soldiers in PES C9 are a total joke. This cannot, that cannot, like a bloody ah gua. Some of them can even be excused from grass and sunlight, and i was like "WTF?!?!?!?". Might as well excuse from living. It is bad to say these to them since it really isn't their fault, but well seriously, don't talk about these extreme cases, some of those fat ass really should get their butts moving, and some of those day dreamers should just bloody wake the fuck up. I don't see any afford from them, and they deserve a bloody scolding and punishment from the sergeant. Some of the soldiers are really a blur cok, ended up sabo-ing the whole platoon or even the company. I can kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally treasure the life i had before getting enlisted into the army, and i understand how good it feels to have freedom, but after I've been thru the pass 2 weeks, I can say that i am truly 100 percent sure that i understand how much of a freedom i had before army, and i definitely will treasure it even more than i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i booked out yesterday, and i need to book back in again today, which is like 4-5 more hours later. It seems ridiculously short, but, its better than nothing. So im left with field camp, and grenade throwing, and im done in tekong. Time should pass quite fast from now on i guess, since im pretty used to the life in tekong anyway, stand by area, stand by bed, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;来吧.&lt;/span&gt; And as for have i become a better man after going thru army, its debatable, since im already a better man to even begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Sir. No Sir. Yes Sergeant. No Sergeant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1268842000506557914?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1268842000506557914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1268842000506557914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1268842000506557914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1268842000506557914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/08/alive-again-finally-im-back-from-2.html' title='Alive again'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5108705912092244918</id><published>2010-08-01T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:09:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Army&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day has come, for tomorrow I will be one of the next proud soldier of &lt;strong&gt;Singapura&lt;/strong&gt; training in the beautiful fuc... erm, Tekong island. Guai lan sergant, dumb fuck bunk mates, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;妖魔鬼怪&lt;/span&gt; and whatever other nonsense, all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;来吧&lt;/span&gt;, I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't post back in another 2 and a half weeks or so, I'm probably dead. KNOCK IT DOWN MOTHER FUCKERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5108705912092244918?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5108705912092244918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5108705912092244918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5108705912092244918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5108705912092244918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/08/army.html' title='Army'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2698654496128266858</id><published>2010-07-25T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:37:09.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crazy Apprentice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This thursday, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn't expect much from this movie just by watching its un-inspiring trailer, yet, still watches it, since im curious how well this movie will turn out inspite the predictable trailer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TEv1Le0KJLI/AAAAAAAAA38/eNPIpWt0xVk/s1600/11119967_det%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497757347735020722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TEv1Le0KJLI/AAAAAAAAA38/eNPIpWt0xVk/s320/11119967_det%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie is a good example of how everything perfectly done is all gone into waste. Great cast and CGI are all gone into waste due to the laughable script, and extremely obvious, lack of ideas. It totally bugs me when &lt;strong&gt;Dave&lt;/strong&gt; do a one-hit-kill on the villian, &lt;strong&gt;Sun Lok&lt;/strong&gt;, in china town, and in that moment, i pretty much confirmed that this movie is a disaster. And to top it off, who the fuck is &lt;strong&gt;Drake Stone&lt;/strong&gt;? His the Criss Angel in this movie, and for no good reasons, he "magically" becomes the right hand man of &lt;strong&gt;Horvath, &lt;/strong&gt;and what really bugs me to the max is that, how the fuck can he accept a total stranger like &lt;strong&gt;Horvath&lt;/strong&gt;, and act as if he knew him for years. And as for the ending, you should probably knew, an un-inspiring hollywood-ending. If not for the great performance by the cast like &lt;strong&gt;Nicolas Cage&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jay&lt;/strong&gt;, there is really nothing much to see in this movie. Rated it 4.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Crazies&lt;/strong&gt;. By watching the predictable trailer given by &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;, same goes, I didn't have much expectation from this movie either. Well, still went to watch it since &lt;strong&gt;Shawn Tan&lt;/strong&gt; is coming too! Haven't seen him like what? 3 years? Isn't it sad when people nowadays are "catching-up" with their friends by "stalking" their friend's photos in facebook? Just bloody meet up and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TEv_lr7BMkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hqWZ4YaWjLo/s1600/10934852_det%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497768793046331970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TEv_lr7BMkI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hqWZ4YaWjLo/s320/10934852_det%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a horror and thriller film that shows what happen when a small town population is being infected by viruses in their daily drinking water. Anyone caught drinking the infected water will be infected and gradually turn into a bloody thirsty crazy killer that doesn't even know what they're doing. It is an acceptable horror film, and nothing is exactly bad about this movie, but, its just a little too typical for a horror film. I've probably seen and felt the same previously in tons of horror film, and some even better. The film succeeded in making the audience to feel for the terror in the infection outburst, but somehow, isn't enough to keep you all awake and tense. Rated it 5.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its around 7 more days till the day to the beautiful little fuck up island call &lt;strong&gt;Tekong&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder how many happy points i can gather before entering it. Or maybe there are happy points in that beautiful little fuck up island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2698654496128266858?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2698654496128266858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2698654496128266858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2698654496128266858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2698654496128266858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/07/crazy-apprentice.html' title='Crazy Apprentice'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TEv1Le0KJLI/AAAAAAAAA38/eNPIpWt0xVk/s72-c/11119967_det%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1269751728013300680</id><published>2010-07-19T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:21:42.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New genre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;New genre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last saturday, watched &lt;strong&gt;Inception, &lt;/strong&gt;a movie that hook me in just by seeing the trailer. Travelling into someone's dream, planting idea, letting it grow, change the future, totally yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TERXjeqRxSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S9AoL0YPalE/s1600/10933762_det%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495613712336274722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TERXjeqRxSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S9AoL0YPalE/s320/10933762_det%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of a kind movie that you only get to see once in a few years. Original idea and script, and is presented in a good way, but, not good enough. I totally love how the director handle such bizzare idea and blended it smartly with the story and music, especially when he bothers to go thru the details of the dream world and complexity, for example, Cobb's wife and kids appearing as the projection even when his in someone elses dream, and the dream within dream within dream, perfect. Could be one of the masterpiece movie if more is added to the movie as a whole. Whats the fucking reason that &lt;strong&gt;Cobb&lt;/strong&gt; and his wife went into such deep dreams? I don't get any good reasons of why they are doing so. Whats the fucking reason why they wanted to plant an idea into &lt;strong&gt;Fischer&lt;/strong&gt;? Yea, i know that they wanted to change his idea on how to handle the company and lead it to success, but, reason is not strong enough to even risk your bloody life in it. And i totally hate how they recruit &lt;strong&gt;Ariadne&lt;/strong&gt; as their new architect. Why would someone like &lt;strong&gt;Ariadne&lt;/strong&gt; risk her life just for some crazy stranger? Even if yes, could be better if the movie itself create more strong reasons for it. Rated this movie 7/10. So much bizzare idea and consideration could be implemented to make this movie a damn masterpiece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TERcjCe3l3I/AAAAAAAAA30/q2Q5gjcEFH0/s1600/11148415_det%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495619202330367858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TERcjCe3l3I/AAAAAAAAA30/q2Q5gjcEFH0/s320/11148415_det%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/strong&gt;. Another fresh kind of kids movie that have the villian as the main character. Those yellow potatoes are so annoying that it hooked me to watch the movie. Turn out to be great as expected. It is funny, annoying, and at the same time, warm-hearted. The whole movie doesn't make any sense at all, but come to think of it, its a CARTOON. Don't take it too seriously and you will enjoy this movie, very much. Rated this 7/10. I feel like having those annoying potatoes, oh god aren't they cute and annoying :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Bishan J8&lt;/strong&gt;. What a bloody nostalgic feeling i had in there. It feel as if im back to Anderson again. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you just hate mood spoiler. I can kill them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1269751728013300680?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1269751728013300680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1269751728013300680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1269751728013300680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1269751728013300680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-genre.html' title='New genre'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TERXjeqRxSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S9AoL0YPalE/s72-c/10933762_det%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8574746151317252584</id><published>2010-07-11T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:49:49.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still got time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Still got time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;'s bbq-birthday-celebration at AMK block 112. Before that, went to catch some quick bite at the pasar malam in the middle of amk central. I always love the junk-food offer in the pasar malam. Tea leaf egg, cup corn, xiang chang, and many more fancy food, fuck yeah! I wonder if the pasar malam sort of culture will gradually disappear or not, just like our ge-tai, which is obviously going to disappear as the era evolve. Pasar malam and ge-tai are what makes up the bits and bytes of Singapore. I sure do hope they don't disappear, but yeah, i saw&lt;strong&gt; Zoe&lt;/strong&gt;. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour around amk with &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; wondering what to buy for &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; as a present. Didn't have anything to buy when the birthday boy is currently in the army, and when you are tight on budget too. Oh, i have an idea, how about a &lt;strong&gt;Jay Zhou&lt;/strong&gt; latest album packed nicely? Yeah! Might be old fashion to buy album as a present, but well, old fashion but work-able. The nicely packed album isn't cheap anyway to our surprise, imported from Taiwan version with loads of bonus within the package. Cool stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the crap out of us to finally reach the bbq area of AMK block 112. Saw signs that said "Block 108-111, Block 113-120, Block 121-125", and we just can't seems to find block 112. The feeling is holy when you saw this sign that said "Block 108-111". You just feel like shouting WHERE THE FUCK IS BLOCK 112 ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reach the location, saw 2 botaks near the bbq pit, must be &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi. &lt;/strong&gt;Definitely good to see both of them again after like what, 2 months ago? when we have our NYP graduation, and not forgetting our supper in failing(flaming) grills :D&lt;br /&gt;The bbq definitely got screwed up, since we're not able to start the fire with the wet charcoal and fail fire starter. Manage to get it started with new charcoal and roaster(rofl) brand fire starter, but well, probably kinda late. But nevermind, most important is the atmosphere, bbq is just secondary, and the stingray is yummy-licious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another age 21 is down, so the next upcoming one is gonna be &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt; I surpose. I can't be there for the birthday celebration for sure due to im already in the army, pretty too bad, but if i got the chance to attend it, I definitely would love to. Have you counted how many 21st birthday celebration you attended this year? Gonna surprise you, in a good way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its around 3 more weeks till i go into the army. Training to be soldier with my rifle and my buddy and me. Oh, PES C doesn't need to carry any rifle, so its probably with my mp3 and my buddy and me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8574746151317252584?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8574746151317252584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8574746151317252584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8574746151317252584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8574746151317252584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-got-time.html' title='Still got time'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8586809624857550563</id><published>2010-07-02T03:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:00:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abstract&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man : The Legend is Born. &lt;/strong&gt;WHAT? &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man &lt;/strong&gt;again? I thought i just watch finish &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man 2&lt;/strong&gt; not long ago?. Its the Ip Man prequel. People just can't seems to get enough of &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCzw0U3cAcI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yOPPedGoR34/s1600/200px-The_Legend_is_Born_%E2%80%93_Ip_Man_poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489026827602887106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCzw0U3cAcI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yOPPedGoR34/s320/200px-The_Legend_is_Born_%E2%80%93_Ip_Man_poster%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ip Man : The Legend is born, &lt;/strong&gt;is all about &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man&lt;/strong&gt; when he was young. You get to see how he met his wife, who is his master, and pretty much everything about his origin. And not forgetting special appearance by the real Yip Man's son, &lt;strong&gt;Yip Chun, &lt;/strong&gt;acted as &lt;strong&gt;Leung Bik&lt;/strong&gt;. Ain't a half ass fighting movie, some good fighting as expected from the audience, and pretty much an average movie overall. I'm not sure whether the story of his step brother is a japanese any true, but i don't really like the idea of it, and further more, they didn't show &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man&lt;/strong&gt; smoking Opium, trying to set a good image of a hero isn't that good all the time. Audience like me needs more realistic film, considered it is a movie base on non-fictional character. Rated this movie 5.5/10. Could be better if the ending weren't feel like they're rushing it out. If you're looking for something similiar to Ip Man 1 and 2, no, it isn't in this movie, it isn't bad, nor is it good to an extent that can be comparable to Ip Man 1 and 2, but, its just a different genre movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2012, we all have heard and knew some bits and bytes here and there, and the conclusion is that, the world is gonna end during December 21 2012. It may sound so impossible, ridiculous, and probably kinda old school to mention it now, and I myself at first find it too, is impossible, but the more i knew about it, the more knowledge i gain about the cycle of the earth, hell, it is possible, way possible. What totally freaks me out is when i came across a site that actually give you instruction on how to survive during 2012, or at the very least, increase your survivability rate. Its not lame, nor is it a prank site, its all serious and legal. Yes, you may laugh on it and joke about it, but when you know the truth of the disaster, hell, its not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about 2012, the year 2012 is the year that i ORD from the army. So pretty much its a "FINALL ORD LOHHHH!!!", and BOOOM!!, the world ends. Funny, but sad at the same time if it were to be true. But whatever, just live our life to the fullest everyday, and even 2012 can't stop us. But say only la, don't be surprise that many of us doesn't know how to live our life to the fullest, they just don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your TV were to be like a magic mirror, what would you like to see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8586809624857550563?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8586809624857550563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8586809624857550563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8586809624857550563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8586809624857550563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/07/abstract.html' title='Abstract'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCzw0U3cAcI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yOPPedGoR34/s72-c/200px-The_Legend_is_Born_%E2%80%93_Ip_Man_poster%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5544093352168472977</id><published>2010-06-24T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:08:56.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We met. We share. A common story. A toy story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;We met. We share. A common story. A toy story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCNiIvD4ABI/AAAAAAAAA3U/D4W1fGowMrY/s1600/1196045%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486336673278590994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCNiIvD4ABI/AAAAAAAAA3U/D4W1fGowMrY/s320/1196045%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/strong&gt;. Remember the last one I saw &lt;strong&gt;Toy Story 1&lt;/strong&gt; was like 15 years ago, where i was still around the age 6-7. &lt;strong&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/strong&gt;, is an example of a perfect trilogy. Its a blend of adventure, straight to the bone comedy, and straight to the heart emotion. After watching this movie, i felt for my toys, toys that grew up with me. This movie had such a perfect ending that i almost shed tears for it. Rated it 8/10. Its gonna be a perfect trilogy ending if pixar were to stop here. Its a perfect ending for the &lt;strong&gt;Toy Story&lt;/strong&gt; title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more of my friends are turning in to the army, which means lesser activities for me, and so less that, eventually, it will be my turn to turn in to the army. Was very tempting to try out the "Ba Gua in the cabin" during the 9 weeks in tekong. Was told that if you bring any pork meat into tekong, and put it into your cabin, its gonna shake like hell during the night, since tekong is a muslim island. But say only la, better not do nonsense in tekong, later ghost follow you home, you sure regret :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw the can't-take-my-eyes-off-her girl again. Such a coincidence. Such a romantic feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5544093352168472977?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5544093352168472977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5544093352168472977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5544093352168472977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5544093352168472977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-met-we-share-common-story-toy-story.html' title='We met. We share. A common story. A toy story'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCNiIvD4ABI/AAAAAAAAA3U/D4W1fGowMrY/s72-c/1196045%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5358515271794673583</id><published>2010-06-22T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:45:24.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kung Fu Kid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCCqBEC2dkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kdN4YV1178U/s1600/10011996%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485571281379554882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCCqBEC2dkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kdN4YV1178U/s320/10011996%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/strong&gt;. A remake title from an emotional 1984 film. The movie turn out to be good, with great performance from &lt;strong&gt;Jayden Smith. &lt;/strong&gt;Remember seeing &lt;strong&gt;Jayden Smith&lt;/strong&gt; 4 years ago in &lt;strong&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/strong&gt; film, grew up alot, and definitely improved alot as an actor. The role suits him so well that part of the movie is believable at times. Behaviour from other character could be more believable, and more could be add in to create more solid reasons for &lt;strong&gt;Dre Parker&lt;/strong&gt; to participate in the tournament. Rated this movie 6.5/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, people had been watching world cup, but as for me, im watching the youth olympic li-ning badminton matches. I still have so much passion in badminton that i admire the players in the matches. Great match for the womens double, and Singapore got the gold medal for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss the bus due to cash-less card, but met the girl that can't take my eyes off her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5358515271794673583?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5358515271794673583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5358515271794673583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5358515271794673583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5358515271794673583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/06/kung-fu-kid.html' title='Kung Fu Kid'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TCCqBEC2dkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kdN4YV1178U/s72-c/10011996%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-5998482220289137623</id><published>2010-06-18T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:15:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>孩子王</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;孩子王&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to work in the &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Turf Club&lt;/strong&gt; as a gaming booth care-taker, a one day job. The singapore Turf Club opens up for free for every citizens to go in with their families for god-who-knows reason, and they are holding some flea-market like kind of event, with some old school games and prizes to offer. Me and &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; were selected to take care of the inflatable castle. At first we were happy, because its inflatable castle after all, kids go in to jump and play, and ask them to come out when the time is up, easy job. Went off to slack and explore the turf club since it is still early before the turf club is open for the crowd. Everywhere in the turf club, and i mean EVERYWHERE, is designed in a very "gambling" way. Everywhere u go is bet gamble bet gamble bet gamble bet bet bet bet gamble gamble bet gamble. There is a machine, that from far, looks like some atm machine, from near, it is a machine for you to bet. You can use your NETS to pay for the bet. There is this machine, that from far, looks like some public telephone, from near, it is a machine for you to bet. You can use it to call out for don't know what, but you can see for sure it is use for gambling and horse betting. Betting kiosk is everywhere and every floor. Did i mention that the canteen is also designed for betting purpose? LOL. There is no seat in the canteen, only table that is designed for a standing person. You would ask why? Because people going to the turf club isn't going there for lunch and dinner, they go there to bet and gamble, and furthermore, standing up u can see the horse racing track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, slacking time is up, and we went back to our own assigned location. It was around 5pm in the late noon, the crowd is still ok, but an increase in the number of crowd is notable. Kids were rushing towards the inflatable castle jumping and raping all the plastic dinosaur, pikachu and other weird cartoons in the castle. Our job is to limit the number of kids into the castle, limit the age for the kids to enter and so on, easy job at first, but when time passes by and the crowd gets more and more insane than it should be, its hell. At first, there wasn't a huge crowd of kids, but later on, the crowd of kids is so huge that its near impossible to control them. As a result, we resort into the commando tactic. The kids were all squeezing near the entrance of the inflatable castle at first, resulting a dangerous exit for the kids in the castle, so, i ended up raising my voice, asking all the kids to line up behind me, whoever doesn't obey my rule will not be able to enter the godly castle :D    To my surprise, it worked rofl. Its funny to see kids these days are obedient, this shows that their parents got teach. Im the one setting up an imaginary queue at the entrance and limiting the amount of kids entered, on the other hand, Jian Hao, his in the castle helping kids that got stepped, injured, crying, and chasing the kids out of the castle when the time is up. Its one hell of a job compared to other nonsense in other gaming booth like tic-tac-toe and hopscotch, they're so free until they don't even need to take care of their booth. Same pay and completely different type of job, some suay luck we had. But nevemind, at the end of the day, im a better person in handling children. That day alone, we've contacted over hundreds of kids, their saliva, their sweat and their roughness. Not to mention some of their parents kao bei kao bu with me due to some reason, but nevermind, it was kinda fun after all, but seriously, fucking tiring for a $50 LOL. Oh, and not forgeting the fun time i have when blowing and tying up all the turf club balloon. I bet non of you knows how to tie a balloon onto a plastic stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt; and friends of mine book out from their 2 weeks of BMT. Kinda fast leh, like go chalet. Bet they will treasure each and every second of their time outside tekong during saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate people who doesn't understand what a happy ending is like. Probably give them a roundhouse kick to the face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-5998482220289137623?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/5998482220289137623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=5998482220289137623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5998482220289137623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/5998482220289137623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_18.html' title='孩子王'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-7200676506518605581</id><published>2010-06-13T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:43:22.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>讲华语真好</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;讲华语真好&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to &lt;strong&gt;Barbara&lt;/strong&gt;'s 21st birthday celebration at hotel RE. No one knows where and what the fuck is hotel RE, but still manage to get there. Resourceful. Quite a grand birthday celebration, to considered that it is a birthday celebration. High quality food that doesn't taste good, but the ice cream is yummy-licious good good good. Oh, and im late when meeting up with them before going to hotel RE. Very very very sorry that im late for a full hour. Pretty birthday girl, balloons popping, party's over. Anyway, a very happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Barbara Wong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to the I.T fair to get&lt;strong&gt; Linda's&lt;/strong&gt; monitor, &lt;strong&gt;CK's&lt;/strong&gt; harddisk, and &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang's&lt;/strong&gt; printer ink cartridge. People always got the money for I.T gadgets, but no money for other nonsense. Saw lots of people carrying out big size LED and LCD TV down the escalator, and that concludes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;新加坡人什么东西都要小小，只有电视机不可以小&lt;/span&gt;. Hate the crowd in the I.T fair as always. Free boobs and asses sliding off your hands, feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head all the way back to AMK to have our dinner in KFC. The KFC in AMK is still the best. When there is such delicious juicy chicken in AMK KFC, you will wonder why the fuck people eat nonsense like shark fin. Tasteless crap that needs vinegar to top it out, kills the poor shark, throw them back into the ocean, and pollute the ocean. No go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most important thing is to have a happy ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-7200676506518605581?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/7200676506518605581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=7200676506518605581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7200676506518605581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/7200676506518605581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='讲华语真好'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2126633223262140992</id><published>2010-06-04T19:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:29:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nightmare in Persia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A nightmare in Persia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday went to watch 2 movies, &lt;strong&gt;Prince of Persia&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;A nightmare on elm street&lt;/strong&gt;. Was surpose to watch only Prince of Persia, but due to some pervertic craving, we catch a 2nd movie, which was the &lt;strong&gt;nightmare on elm street&lt;/strong&gt;. Not to mention that the tickets for elm street were all sold out and we've to watch it in another cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TAj2JdL-_7I/AAAAAAAAA28/PjXyJa6ZkhU/s1600/1205710%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478899589010358194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TAj2JdL-_7I/AAAAAAAAA28/PjXyJa6ZkhU/s320/1205710%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've played the game of Prince of Persia before, and its without a doubt, a great game. The movie for it was pretty much anticipated, but with all the fail game-to-movie through out the years, didn't have high hopes on this movie either. As expected, didn't turn out that it should be, considered out good the game is, but, however, isn't that bad when it comes down to a game-to-movie category. Some good ways to showcase the reverse time mechanism, but somehow, isn't put to better use and so much more could be done. Pretty flat story telling, and pretty much silly indiana jones action. But i kinda like the ending somehow. Isn't really a nightmare somehow. Rated this 5.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TAkPuJaSUtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/LNgXA6d2EEA/s1600/1211478aa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478927707147490002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TAkPuJaSUtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/LNgXA6d2EEA/s320/1211478aa%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never watched this movie before in my entire life, I did watch before,not even its sequel during the 90's, but its famous enough to be familiar, even until today. Its one of the horror classic of all times. A nightmare on elm street 2010, is a remake version of this classic horror. I have fun watching it, sometimes old school horror is kinda fun to watch. I like how disturbing it is when you fall asleep for just a few seconds, and you'll be chase down by some insane killer, and most disturbing part is, you don't even realise you were already asleep and dreaming. Rated this movie a 6/10. Indeed was a fail remake of a classic movie, and unnecessary change of story, but for someone like me who didn't watch the original version before, was kinda silly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, had been to prawning, slacking, and badminton as usual. Prawning isn't quite a good choice, yes, indeed it was a good experience at first, but, don't find it really worth the money for some smelly prawns. Yea i know prawning isn't about the prawns or money, its the atmosphere and a place for you to slack with friends, but, the atmosphere was kinda fucked up with so many people squeezing with you. I have better ways to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently again, its all about army, army, and army. A few friends of mine went into the army a couple of days ago, and one of them will went in tomorrow, the other one on next monday, and the list keeps going. Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt; went in today. My turn is like 2 more months from now. Everybody is going "You what time go in army?", "You PES what?", and it continues on and on even you have told the person a thousand times. Most probably out of topic. Was kinda fun anyway, sad of course to enter army, but somehow i really can't wait to taste the life in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, got myself a new computer table. Finally i can get rid of my old bulky study table that isn't suppose to serve as a computer table. Took this chance to clear almost all of my books during secondary schools, i bet it weight a million tons. During the process of the ultimate clearance, read through some of the books, workbook, practicals that I did during my secondary time. Didn't know I have such a good hand writing back in my secondary school days. My hand writing seems to change somehow. Good and bad memories flashes back each time i flip through the books and practicals. Chemistry still disgust me up until now. H2SO4? Kiss my ass is so much better. And also, i felt so stupid each time i flip through the physics and math workbook. I don't even know what the hell are those now, and considered that I got all the question correct in the workbook with a thousand ticks, im so proud of myself in the cheapest way. Found some silly work during my primary school, love letters, and some other silly stuff. Yea love letters for me. I'm so famous back in my primary school times. Not that i want to praise myself, its true. Although i have read those letters a thousand times, still makes me smile whenever i see it, brings you back to the good old pure and naive days. Don't really want to say this, but, really, fuck my secondary school life. Didn't turn out the way i wanted and anticipated. I still like my secondary school friends don't get me wrong, but really, fuck my secondary school life, fuck it big big time  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't make yourself fuck-able. Please please please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2126633223262140992?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2126633223262140992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2126633223262140992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2126633223262140992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2126633223262140992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/06/nightmare-in-persia.html' title='A nightmare in Persia'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/TAj2JdL-_7I/AAAAAAAAA28/PjXyJa6ZkhU/s72-c/1205710%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-9190584842695799441</id><published>2010-05-20T19:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:13:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Graduation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday attended the graduation ceremony. Was good to see all the familiar faces again, and all their smiling faces were as if saying "Welcome home". NYP was indeed a "home" to me, considered the hours I spent in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473329670274789586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S_UsVg9VsNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2VvIWkgOBoU/s400/1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473330100420343282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S_UsujYB9fI/AAAAAAAAA20/WURASgXXajA/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we were in the lab doing our practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would use thumb drive to copy and paste answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would slack in the library cafe watching movies and talking cok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would play games during lab lesson and never got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would all be shivering in cold in the level 6 tutorial room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would grind for our projects at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would stay late in the school library until 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we were all un-decisive on where to have our meal and kept wandering around in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we can't find a fucking place in the library to do our projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would give nick names to almost everyone we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would doze off in the lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would complain about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;西餐&lt;/span&gt; auntie for being such a money face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would complain about how fail that East &amp;amp; West fusion stall is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would be so amaze by the roti prata man, the way he throw and rub the dough is world class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would all be queue-ing up in the bookstore to buy our books every semester, and complain how scam the book is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where we would all be going on a field trip in boring places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days during my FYPJ period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days when im in the Suzhou trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, i misses almost all the time i spent in NYP. Although im with much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;舍不得&lt;/span&gt; and misses, I will not regret, not even a bit, for I never take each and everyday of my time spent in NYP for granted, at the very least, its a happy ending. We all love happy ending, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473328421605148786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S_UrM1TTCHI/AAAAAAAAA2c/q9YNrbxtEqc/s400/asdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been a long time ever since i had such a great smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-9190584842695799441?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/9190584842695799441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=9190584842695799441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/9190584842695799441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/9190584842695799441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S_UsVg9VsNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2VvIWkgOBoU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-6499815153860867521</id><published>2010-05-15T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:16:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest fucking regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Greatest fucking regret&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-5gEIy13ZI/AAAAAAAAA10/ei-_Hz2Vn-k/s1600/ip-man-2-review-2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471416221498203538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-5gEIy13ZI/AAAAAAAAA10/ei-_Hz2Vn-k/s320/ip-man-2-review-2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 days ago went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Ip Man 2&lt;/strong&gt;, like finally? It is a must watch movie in the list, considered that the previous title is quite a so-fucking-great movie. Its a total relieve that this movie doesn't disappoint me at all. Still got the great punches and action, some good fighting scene as usual, and the feeling of "oh my god ip man please beat the shit out of these guys right now." The previous title was beating up some damn japanese, now, its beating up some damn eurasian, fun stuff. Rated this movie 8/10. Although the story isn't as engaging as the previous title, but its still a good movie to watch. Could have elaborate more on his friend that got shot in the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to &lt;strong&gt;Evonne's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday party at Aranda Club, but before that, met up with those dick faces at Serangoon MRT, taking circle line down to Tampines. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virgin ride on the circle line, lots of station with weird name, and i fucking love the wide and spacious walk way down the circle line. Too cool to be true. Went to shop for Evonne's birthday present, met up with &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt;, and we went to &lt;strong&gt;Linda's&lt;/strong&gt; house to take fatique shelter, waited till 9pm+ for &lt;strong&gt;XingHua&lt;/strong&gt; to fetch us all to &lt;strong&gt;Aranda Club&lt;/strong&gt;. Its been awhile since the last time I saw &lt;strong&gt;Evonne&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm actually kinda enjoy the atmosphere and having a little fun in the party that I wasn't going to expect much.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today went back to NYP to rent the graduation attire. Didn't realise that wearing the graduation attire is compulsory in the ceremony until yesterday. 4 more days till the graduation ceremony, and i wonder how many of those familiar faces will turn up. Anyone who doesn't attend their graduation ceremony due to work, waste time, waste money, don't give a damn kind of thinking, honestly, sad for them, real sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I will turn up for the graduation ceremony, im feeling so sad now, because, i missed the fucking &lt;strong&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/strong&gt; LIVE CONCERT IN SINGAPORE ESPLANADE WHAT THE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! This gonna be the GREATEST FUCKING FUCKING REGRET that i ever had, period, or should i change the word "period" to "IN MY FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471422316506675042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-5lm6eGd2I/AAAAAAAAA18/jyCF4TCfH8Q/s320/IMG_0152-1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't knew that theres so many people in Singapore love and appreciate the &lt;strong&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/strong&gt; the same as i do, I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE IN SINGAPORE WHO LOVE AND APPRECIATE THEM. Good to know that im not alone, but, sad to know that I've just missed the greatest concert. Never felt so awfully regreted in my entire life. Fuck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-6499815153860867521?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/6499815153860867521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=6499815153860867521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6499815153860867521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6499815153860867521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-fucking-regret.html' title='Greatest fucking regret'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-5gEIy13ZI/AAAAAAAAA10/ei-_Hz2Vn-k/s72-c/ip-man-2-review-2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3101369732140317810</id><published>2010-05-06T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:22:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer for you. Nearer for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Closer for you. Nearer for me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;Sean's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. We went to &lt;strong&gt;Funan&lt;/strong&gt; to get him his speaker, served as his birthday present as well. His previous speaker doesn't have the option to adjust the bass, instead, it is called tune, which practically fucked up him and his ear or something. Have our dinner at the nearby &lt;strong&gt;Pasta Mania&lt;/strong&gt;, and the quality compared to other &lt;strong&gt;Pasta Mania&lt;/strong&gt; branches suc&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-LHPlX-oGI/AAAAAAAAA1k/trBqwPBxB-o/s1600/1197264%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ks. After our dinner, went back to &lt;strong&gt;AMK Hub&lt;/strong&gt; to catch the Iron Man 2 movie. Our plan is to let Sean think that there is only Me, &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ziyang&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; helping him celebrate his birthday, but little did he knew that, &lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua&lt;/strong&gt; and company are already sitting right behind us from the start of the movie, till the end. Gonna gave him a weirdest surprise of all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-LJ80DDlMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/SylFXKzWnVg/s1600/1197264%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468154944181998786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-LJ80DDlMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/SylFXKzWnVg/s320/1197264%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched it, high expectation, and well, ain't bad at all, still got its cool machines, technology and all, but somehow it isn't "fresh" anymore. Story itself isn't bad, neither is it good, cheeky background story of the villain isn't that much of an eye-opener. Could have include more of a strong story and reason for the villain, and more brilliant action scene. Rated this 6/10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after the credit starts rolling, we're ready to surprise &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;. He got a shock of a life time when &lt;strong&gt;Xinghua&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wendy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Evelynn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ah Fat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baoru&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baoru's boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, shouted happy birthday right behind him all of a sudden. Some pro cok-eye he is, considered he kept turning his head behind to see how many people is watching this show, and he didn't notice them at all, and considered that Ah fat body mass is big enough for him to notice, but he didn't. Great. Anyway, Im so gonna watch Ip Man 2. Let me know if any of you wanna watch it too. Im a free man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a surreal dream last night. I dreamt that all my secondary schools friends were back in their secondary 1 timeline. We were all young and the image and appearance for all of us is secondary 1 timeline. Our classroom isn't in Anderson, but instead, it was in my primary school classroom. Everyone is laughing and smiling, and im sitting next to &lt;strong&gt;Caiwei&lt;/strong&gt; for god-who-knows. It was the first day for all of us to enter this classroom, and we were all fresh secondary 1 students, by right, we shouldn't know each other, but somehow only me, yes, only me, I kinda know each and everyone in the classroom very well, like I've been together with them for years. Nobody knows me of course, since it was the first time we met. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Yee Wen&lt;/strong&gt; sitting at the back, laughing and chatting with some vague faces. The first thing came to my mind was, "I've to warn her about the car accident". I approach her and warn her about the car accident she will face 5 years later, and told her that I'm not joking at all and I somehow know the future for whatever reasons. Well, her just smile to me and continue to chat happily with her surrounding friends. No one believes me, and everybody was so happy laughing and chatting, and gradually, i engross myself to their extremely "attractive" happiness and chat, and i gradually forget everything, and i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3101369732140317810?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3101369732140317810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3101369732140317810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3101369732140317810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3101369732140317810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/05/closer-for-you-nearer-for-me.html' title='Closer for you. Nearer for me'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S-LJ80DDlMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/SylFXKzWnVg/s72-c/1197264%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8184975235607990721</id><published>2010-04-18T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:31:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to your inner soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Letter to your inner soldier&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my parents departure for their well-deserved holiday to Taiwan. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;辛苦了大半辈子&lt;/span&gt;, its time for their well-deserved break in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my parents absence, I realise that lots of minor little daily life's "activity" is not functioning anymore. Like the water boiling air pot is not always full of water and hot anymore, the plants outside my house isn't wet anymore, the kitchen doesn't have any fried fish smell when my mother is frying the fish for dinner anymore. Lots of minor things in our daily life that we complain and take for granted, we always realise it when something or someone is absent for the time being. Even if we realise it a long time ago, we will always without fail repeat our bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poly graduation ceremony is going to happen in this coming May 19. Time passes so fast, especially the time in poly life. I swear that last week seems to be like the day when i was in year 2 of my poly life, and now, I'm attending my own graduation. Still considering whether or not to rent the graduation attire. I just hate testing the right size and the procedure to collect the attire, just too troublesome for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I just recieve the enlistment letter from mindef that the whole world was talking about. The letter says that I will be enlisted to the army in 2nd August 2010. Well, not a bad timing, since its within my expected and desired date. Even though im abit reluctant to enter army, but I seriously can't wait to taste the life in army. Irony feeling, but whatever, the same old line : "Scare what? Just chiong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小弟&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;C'MON UP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8184975235607990721?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8184975235607990721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8184975235607990721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8184975235607990721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8184975235607990721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-to-your-inner-soldier.html' title='Letter to your inner soldier'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8587024160139523585</id><published>2010-04-06T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:42:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free and not easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Free and not easy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S7sEy7rKz_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/f8a26PYniKM/s1600/121269800%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456960646548213746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S7sEy7rKz_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/f8a26PYniKM/s320/121269800%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/strong&gt; today. Great and epic trailer makes the movie looks great for sure, with all the lovely mythology, mortal challenging gods, its just my thing. After watching the movie, in 3D, it is disappointing, extremely disappointing. Unnecessary usage of 3D effects to combat privacy, poor script, cheeky acting, and nothing more than an epic CGI with an empty shell. Rated this movie 4.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its april already, and nothing much is out of he ordinary since the first step into the holiday, other than my parents are going to Taiwan for holidays soon, leaving me and my sister behind. Didn't have the mood to travel anyway, staying on ground spending time on my free will before NS isn't bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;妻子的诱惑&lt;/span&gt; ended last tuesday. Was a great korean drama, period, and great ending too. I always hate it when a good drama had a suck cock ending, well, fortunately doesn't happen on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;妻子的诱惑. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realise that, alot of surrounding friends, be it the common or the uncommon ones, one of the first greeting just after holiday is "Holiday &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;怎样? 有没有找工&lt;/span&gt;?". Well, nothing wrong with that, but, just why? just why the routine must always be work, and work again? And again, work? Why can't they just relax and just slack all the way until they're enlisted into army? Working is good, with all the killing time, at the same time, earning money, meeting cute girls and guys and all but, just why must holiday equals work? Well, most of the girls will chose to work during holidays, because sadly enough, they got no other choice, since they will be bored to death staying at home, plus, they got no National Service awaits. There is nothing wrong with their own way of living if one chooses to work over slacking and savouring the holiday, and this topic is somewhat unnecessary in the first place, but hell, it just spoil my mood to hear sentences that somehow "expected" me to work during holidays. I'm more of a "&lt;em&gt;sit back, relax, and play all you can before you're enlisted into the army&lt;/em&gt;" kind, later you die in army before you can enjoy, even sucking shit juice is not enough to overcome the regret. Want work, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你还怕&lt;/span&gt; after army &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没有机会给你&lt;/span&gt; work &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;到笑&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its hard to be ignore, when I look at you, you look so bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8587024160139523585?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8587024160139523585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8587024160139523585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8587024160139523585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8587024160139523585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-and-not-easy.html' title='Free and not easy'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S7sEy7rKz_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/f8a26PYniKM/s72-c/121269800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-4627463423817817028</id><published>2010-03-23T20:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:55:50.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retribution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Retribution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S6iwMshbiqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ps6trKahFnY/s1600-h/200px-Littlebigsoldier_int%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451801081088281250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S6iwMshbiqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ps6trKahFnY/s320/200px-Littlebigsoldier_int%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last monday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Little Big Soldier&lt;/strong&gt;. Always wanted to watch it, but due to whatever reasons, its delayed until last monday. You can never really miss a Jackie Chan's movie, thats what i thought so. The movie itself isn't bad at all, but somehow it still lack some important element of a movie. Some failed chinese pronunciation accent by some of the character really bugs me. Rated this movie 6/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S6izrUTZJ2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/qMt_sdXSSq4/s1600-h/n339840283277_7450%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451804905697781602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S6izrUTZJ2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/qMt_sdXSSq4/s320/n339840283277_7450%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last sunday went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Kidnapper&lt;/strong&gt;. The genre together with the cast somehow attracts me to the movie. Ever seen &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Lee&lt;/strong&gt; acted in such a fucked up role? A good for nothing taxi driver, trying to save his kidnapped child, well, the overall story line we've probably seen it a thousand times, but with all the local environment and cast, its definitely fresh. The movie is again, ain't bad at all, specially with &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Lee's&lt;/strong&gt; top notch performance, but the last 20 mins of the movie really disappoints me. The last 20 mins of the movie totally pull all the glory that the movie had gain from the audience from 100 to 10. Rated this movie 5.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to &lt;strong&gt;Tan Tock Seng&lt;/strong&gt; hospital to visit my father. He went to the hospital when he felt discomfort in breathing. Every trip to the hospital ever since the day my father went for surgery years and years ago is worrying and annoying. Worrying is because im his son. Annoying is because you just can't get a good reason why does he have so many medical problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today afternoon, my MSN account got hacked. All my contacts in my list were gone, and sending all kinds of nonsense email to everybody. Just add me back in &lt;a href="mailto:ainoutaX@hotmail.com"&gt;ainoutaX@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you even bothered, or most probably i've added everybody back, just kindly accept it if you want me in your contact :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-4627463423817817028?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/4627463423817817028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=4627463423817817028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4627463423817817028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4627463423817817028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/03/retribution.html' title='Retribution'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S6iwMshbiqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ps6trKahFnY/s72-c/200px-Littlebigsoldier_int%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2923307278732347560</id><published>2010-03-14T13:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:47:32.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Precious Moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the day when my birthday is around the corner, my mother asked me "You want to invite your friends to celebrate your 21th birthday or open chalet?". I was kinda surprise at first when she asked me this question, because, for the past 7 birthdays, she never asked this question before, and birthday to me, is/was never a big deal ever since I reach the age of 11. I told my mother that why 21th birthday is so different from other birthday? And why must it be such a big deal? She stumbled awhile, as who the hell will ask this kind of question rofl. She replied that "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没有为什么, 你二十一岁生日当然要庆祝&lt;/span&gt;la". I told her nevermind, I don't really care much about it, because, its just a number, nothing more, trying to be a heap on the wet floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my family brought me out to eat and celebrate the day before my birthday, together with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;公公婆婆&lt;/span&gt;. Really appreciate it, even though I don't really need a celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the actual day of my birthday, march 10, started to receive all kinds of birthday regards from all kinds of people from different platform and medium. The least expected people to wish you a happy birthday will always be present. How cute can these little people be? Even though im one of these cute little people when the others are the ones having their birthday, you just feel so appreciated when you doon't really care much about it yourself. March 10 is the day, that de-vague my own community network. Staying at home chilling, savouring each and every minute, watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;妻子的诱惑&lt;/span&gt; at 7pm, isn't a bad way to repay back all the regards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went out with &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt; and company to the recent I.T fair, with the potential ones getting their own desire gadgets, and I too, got myself a earpiece. There is another motive for coming out, its to celebrate my belated birthday. Actually celebrating birthday is an excuse, its not important at all, compared to the precious time you spend catching up with your friends. Went to the manhattan fish market to have our dinner, and everyone is a birthday boys and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks ago, I came across this movie that was airing during the middle of the night at around 1am on channel 5. Its call, &lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448373689550257602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S5yDAQE6PcI/AAAAAAAAA08/EcMSPe0SoL8/s320/little_miss_sun%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I've learn from this great movie after watching it. Even though I'm already a person like this, it makes me realise even further that so much thing isn't important at all compared to all the precious moments you already have in your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2923307278732347560?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2923307278732347560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2923307278732347560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2923307278732347560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2923307278732347560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/03/precious-moment.html' title='Precious Moment'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S5yDAQE6PcI/AAAAAAAAA08/EcMSPe0SoL8/s72-c/little_miss_sun%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3828836551407474170</id><published>2010-03-10T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:02:53.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me, myself, and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3828836551407474170?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3828836551407474170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3828836551407474170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3828836551407474170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3828836551407474170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1431599718006954397</id><published>2010-02-26T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:02:37.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goodbye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, mugging and grinding for the past 1 week, all my exams are over at 26 FEB 2010 6pm. Sitting for the last paper in the NYP lounge, my favourite place, or should i say, the best place for anyone who's taking exams, rain starts to pour down the infinite sky, kinda nostalgic, sad happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every last day in school in each stage of my life, the feeling is always special. Back when I was in the last day during my primary school period, after PSLE had past for about a few days, I remembered clearly we're in this temporary air-conditional room, enjoying each and everyday in school for one last week, since we still had to attend school for nearly a week after our PSLE. There isn't much emotion cause our next goal is going to secondary school, the same old same old "proceeding to the next big stage of life" feeling. Back when I was in the last day in secondary school, I remembered clearly it was the day we went back to collect our O level result. It was the day i took a half day off from &lt;strong&gt;Cold Storage&lt;/strong&gt;, and rushes down to Anderson Secondary School. It was the day I return the &lt;strong&gt;Full House VCD&lt;/strong&gt; back to &lt;strong&gt;Kathy&lt;/strong&gt;. It was the day that I'm kinda proud of myself for scoring 19 points for my O levels, my expected points. It was the day, yet again, the same old same old "proceeding to the next big stage of life" feeling. Back when I was in the semi-last day(I still got my graduation night during May, thats the real last day) in NYP, the feeling was kinda dfferent from the typical same old same old nonsense, maybe because it not only serve as the semi-last day in NYP, but also serve as the last moment for my identity as a student, in a school. Serving the army will be my next goal, and high chances im not going to any University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all these extremely free days that I can enjoy before I get enlisted into the army, I wonder how I will spend it. I start the ball rolling by watching &lt;strong&gt;Zombieland &lt;/strong&gt;bluray quality again, and its hell lot of fun to watch it again even for the 2nd time. Sometimes I wish i could be in a Zombieland, even though I will risk my everyday life of getting eaten by those ugly zombie bastards, it is so much fun in a weirdest fetish way. Can't wait for Zombieland 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1431599718006954397?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1431599718006954397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1431599718006954397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1431599718006954397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1431599718006954397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-8728868818415646294</id><published>2010-02-16T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:22:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse than a Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Worse than a Bullshit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week monday, went to &lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Far East&lt;/strong&gt; for "Chinese New Year Shopping". Went there right after our test ended. Reached at &lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt; around 11am in the morning, and most of the shop isn't open yet, so we went to have our early lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Burger King&lt;/strong&gt; first. Bought myself 2 bermudas, and a pair of white formal. As for T-Shirts, browsed thru the whole &lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt; mall and streets, and didn't have the ideal T-Shirts that we wanted. Travel all the way down to &lt;strong&gt;Far East&lt;/strong&gt; hoping to find ourself better choice of T-Shirts, but nope, the shirts and T-Shirts is still kinda fail. Theres a shop call &lt;strong&gt;LYNDON&lt;/strong&gt;, their T-Shirts are some what acceptable, but the way they serve their customer is annoying and shitty, thus we don't even bother to try out the shirts anymore rofl. &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt; bought himself 2 bermudas too at Flexor. At the end of the day, we didn't get any Shirts nor T-Shirts, but nvm, I bought some back when I was in &lt;strong&gt;Suzhou&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;ShangHai&lt;/strong&gt;, and their choices of clothings and company is sometimes better than &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;, ya, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good to have 3 completely free days before Chinese New Year's Eve and Chinese New Year itself. Have been much of a tired dog before presenting my final project. Anyway, last week friday, which was 3 days after doing my Chinese New Year shopping, went to my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大舅&lt;/span&gt; house to have our reunion dinner. Its great to have my meal, sitting together with all my relatives and cousins in one big table. And its my sister's birthday during that day(Valentine's Day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, went to my visit my father's side relative. Its funny to see both my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;堂哥&lt;/span&gt; is giving me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;红包&lt;/span&gt; now, considered that last year they were still not married yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day again, which was yesterday, went to visit my mother's side relative. We went to visit my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;干妈&lt;/span&gt; first. Its been 2 years since the last time we visited her. Although shes' on her 80s, she still look so healthy. After that, went to my aunt house(my mother's elder sister), which we usually go every year since her house is so big. Its a 7 room HDB flat. Visiting my aunt is always our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;重头戏,&lt;/span&gt; because all our card gambling and mahjong will always be played in her house rofl. In the first round of the card gambling, I already lost $30+ within 15 mins, considered that our betting is $2, which is small. We're playing the &lt;strong&gt;Thailand&lt;/strong&gt; version of blackjack. Its so much faster and fun, in a sense that you lose and win money is so much faster than the normal blackjack. I manage to win back my budget during the 2nd round, but during the 3rd round, i fucking lose $38 within 20 mins rofl. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;庄家, &lt;/span&gt;which is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小舅&lt;/span&gt;, is just too lucky. We &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不信邪&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to change 1 match back to the normal blackjack, and one of my cousin even joke that "Wah, if the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;庄家&lt;/span&gt; get a blackjack, i don't want play liao LOL". Guess what? The first round of the normal blackjack, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;庄家&lt;/span&gt; REALLY GETS A BLACKJACK LOL WTF?! Even my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小舅&lt;/span&gt; himself also kana shock for his ultimate luck. Sometimes you have no choice but to believe there is such a thing call lady luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year's Chinese new year is quite fun loving, but the weather is too, fucking hot fun loving. The weather is so hot that it has already reached beyond the bullshit level. My final year exam is starting next week, and I got hell lot of time to study, but i bet I will only be studying it the day before each exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just fucking hate someone who knows nothing or on the wrong side, come talk shit about "nevermind forget it".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-8728868818415646294?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/8728868818415646294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=8728868818415646294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8728868818415646294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/8728868818415646294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/02/worse-than-bullshit.html' title='Worse than a Bullshit'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-4831360994078418893</id><published>2010-02-07T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:43:52.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last project in NYP had finally end, 2 days ago. Was rather a swifty project thru out the whole semester, but to score well in this project, i think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;做梦都拿不到&lt;/span&gt;. Learn alot while doing my part for the project, with all the messing up and fucking with the registry and stuff. It may sounds weird, but i just love the feeling of staying back in the library till late night doing projects with my group mates, it somehow provides me a nostalgic feeling that I lost for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to gym with my so-long-never-contact childhood friends/neighbours. Although we stay on the same block, we gradually loses the frequency of us gathering together each and every day we grew older, having our own life, own business to mind. Its rather insane to see how we use to having fun together and seeing each other almost everyday back when we're in the age of 5 to 15, and gradually when we're near the end of the secondary school era, we stop seeing each other due to having our own commitments in our life. Catching up with your friends, the feeling can be so pleasing and again, nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally submitted the video assignment that we done weeks ago, and since we've to do the submission thru the use of facebook (yeah, i know NYP is so-up-to-trend), guess it wouldn't hurt to share it here. Wanted to embed the HD version of the video, but it seems facebook doesn't allow anyone to embed a HD video. You can view the HD version of it under our security fans 2009 group, but you need to join it in order to view all the assignment videos, which is pretty impossible for anyone that isn't from NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/InqLHVNthmA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/InqLHVNthmA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, theres a couple of flaws in this video, but we didn't had the time to re-film it due to time constriant, but whatever, I'm still happy with the result considered that we film it under last minute and under the stress of getting kick out of the room due to other class are going to have lesson in that room soon. 2 different days were in the video, but it seems like we filmed it under the same day, and thats what makes me satisfy with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a test tomorrow, and Chinese New Year is this coming weekend. Don't really want to accept the fact that time can pass so fast, especially this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just say Yes to something that you would normally say No, and you will experience a twist of fate in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-4831360994078418893?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/4831360994078418893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=4831360994078418893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4831360994078418893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4831360994078418893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2920633598272602941</id><published>2010-01-30T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:23:44.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-For-Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good-For-Nothing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S2Ql8bEs97I/AAAAAAAAA00/oGuRvDZw_HE/s1600-h/1202110%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432508770505521074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S2Ql8bEs97I/AAAAAAAAA00/oGuRvDZw_HE/s320/1202110%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Tooth Fairy. &lt;/strong&gt;The reason to watch this movie is mainly because of &lt;strong&gt;Dwayne Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;. To considered that a great experience from most of his movie like &lt;strong&gt;Gridiron Gang&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Game Plan&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Walking Tall&lt;/strong&gt;, it somehow hooks you to all his upcoming movie. Anyway, kinda disappointed that &lt;strong&gt;The Tooth Fairy&lt;/strong&gt; isn't as charming as I thought it would be. This movie clearly shows that it is aiming for the family comedy market, having more of its pace to cater to kids. Its a sweet but dull movie. Great performance by &lt;strong&gt;Dwayne Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;, but the uninspiring script somehow just pull everything down. Rated this movie 5.5/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in a few days time, I was busy filming a short video for our school assignment. Was really happy with the result, and it was my first time filming a directed video, editing and adding effects to video using Windows Movie Maker and other tools. Filming, acting and directing were piece of my dream ever since I was a kid. Considered that we film the video on last minute and was kinda "rushing" out for the assignment, was really impress that the video turn out to be great, although with some flaws in some scenes in the video, I'm still very happy and proud of the result. Some great performance by my teammates really made my day. If I've the time, maybe I'll upload it to a medium and share with you guys. Upon seeing other group's video, I think we're a little bit "too serious" towards our video, but ain't that bad, we have so much fun making the video anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Projects deadline and exams are drawing near, and not even one bit I wanted it to come near, not because that I'm afraid of projects and exam, but afraid to lose my life as a Poly student. I don't understand why some of you guys wanted to end your identity as a student so much, maybe because you don't have friends or is somewhat an outcast in school or for whatever personal reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is extra good when you can impress yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2920633598272602941?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2920633598272602941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2920633598272602941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2920633598272602941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2920633598272602941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-for-nothing.html' title='Good-For-Nothing'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S2Ql8bEs97I/AAAAAAAAA00/oGuRvDZw_HE/s72-c/1202110%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-3082792623847694439</id><published>2010-01-24T19:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:30:03.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happily Awkward&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a busily tiring but enjoyable week. 2 days ago, which was friday, went back home to pack up my belongings after school for chalet. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jian Hao&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;Downtown East&lt;/strong&gt; to check in our room first, and most importantly, to book our bicycle. The 4 of us booked a total of 7 bicycle, with the additional 3 bicycle for &lt;strong&gt;JL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt;. The bicycle rental stall was about to close, so it must be our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;前世修来的福&lt;/span&gt; to make it on time, if not all our effort to chose to go to &lt;strong&gt;Downtown East&lt;/strong&gt; first before &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt; house would be in vain. After the 7 bikes were in good hands, waited for &lt;strong&gt;Hilmi&lt;/strong&gt; and we went down all the way back to &lt;strong&gt;AMK&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt; house for his birthday party. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt;, and we went up to Marcus's 10-storey-high-3-room-flat-walking-pavement birthday party. Pretty much all the faces who attended his birthday party are known friends, or at least familiar faces, since all of them are from &lt;strong&gt;NYP&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Happy New Year, see you next year. Went back to &lt;strong&gt;Downtown east&lt;/strong&gt; right after the birthday celebration. Luckily &lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt; is fetching us back to &lt;strong&gt;Dowtown east&lt;/strong&gt;, but, with a price of $2 per person. LOL FUCK! So much for our 3 years friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its around 11pm when we arrived back at our chalet, waited for &lt;strong&gt;JL&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;, and our bicycle adventure begins. We started our journey at around 12am, and our destination is set to &lt;strong&gt;Bedok 85&lt;/strong&gt;. Flashback and memories of our previous bicycle journey 2 months ago start rolling once we had our butt on the bicycle. We started off at the pavement outside of the &lt;strong&gt;Downtown East&lt;/strong&gt; carpark, and ride all the way down to &lt;strong&gt;Tampines&lt;/strong&gt;. With all the trial and error kind of attitude while cycling towards our destination, &lt;strong&gt;Bedok 85&lt;/strong&gt;, we lost ourself when we're in &lt;strong&gt;Simei&lt;/strong&gt;, but somehow we manage to get the hell out of there. Lots of weird, fun, beautiful, rare and unusual scenery and people while we were traveling, and so much of it can't be explained in just words. Singapore is a whole new world when you're travelling late at night with your bicycle. Its another real piti that &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; forget to bring his video camera, if not, our whole cycling journey can be video down in the POV kind of camera tactic. With all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;上高山下火海&lt;/span&gt; and trespassing other people's land property for shortcut, we finally reached &lt;strong&gt;Bedok 85&lt;/strong&gt;, the place whereby&lt;strong&gt; Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; recommend us for their &lt;strong&gt;Ba Chor Mee.&lt;/strong&gt; Its around 3am in the morning, and guess what? The &lt;strong&gt;Ba Chor Mee&lt;/strong&gt; stall is closed. No choice but to get ourself other food like satay and carrot cake. The food ain't half ass bad, and is quite similar to &lt;strong&gt;Chomp Chomp&lt;/strong&gt;. After revitalise ourself with food and drinks, its time to travel ourself back to where we begun. Traveling back for the first 1 quater is a drift, and thing starts to turn ugly when we lost ourself after the first quater. We got ourself into the path to &lt;strong&gt;Changi Village&lt;/strong&gt;, where by right we should get ourself towards the &lt;strong&gt;Tampines&lt;/strong&gt; area. Got ourself into difficult path, and ended up to an express way, which is so wrong. Anyway, we backtrack all the way back to the place where we did the wrong turn, and great, everything seems to be on shape and familiar. Can't believe how a few words can covered the 2 hours of nightmare during our way back to our chalet. Its funny to see that we started our journey with a handful of people waiting for bus in the bus stop, and slowly a complete emptiness for all the bus stop that we passes by, and when we're travelling back to our chalet, its already 5am + and you FINALLY get to see some human soul on the bus stop. The feeling is just weird and funny. The beauty of the lonesome night and morning life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got our asses back to chalet, totally beat. &lt;strong&gt;FJJ&lt;/strong&gt; and his girlfriend is waiting for us right outside our room for our return trip since 2am+ or so lol. Bathe and slack as much as we could, and we sleep the hell out of ourselves till 2pm on Saturday noon. &lt;strong&gt;JL&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; went back home at 10am, oh, and we wake up in the middle to return all our rented bike to the stall. Now we're smart, cause returning bike during the last day while checking out, is feeling is bizzarely fucked up shit. Have our lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co Express&lt;/strong&gt;, ordered the Fish and Chips, and its bloody hell as good. For something so simple and cheap, its really bloody hell as good. Went to the &lt;strong&gt;Ehub&lt;/strong&gt; arcade to watch &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; play his &lt;strong&gt;Daytona&lt;/strong&gt;, and the first 2 machine that he uses had spoiled gears, lmao waste money. Went to the &lt;strong&gt;NTUC&lt;/strong&gt; to buy ourself drinks and tibits. This chalet we're now smart, cause we ain't got any &lt;strong&gt;BBQ, &lt;/strong&gt;since &lt;strong&gt;BBQ&lt;/strong&gt; is a total scam, and we're kind of sick of having to &lt;strong&gt;BBQ&lt;/strong&gt; with every chalet we had. &lt;strong&gt;BBQ&lt;/strong&gt; is non other than to buy the "chalet atmosphere", and we ain't got to buy that this time round cause, aren't you sick of it? &lt;strong&gt;Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; went to &lt;strong&gt;Wild Wild Wet&lt;/strong&gt;, and the remainding of us were slacking in the chalet room to the fullest. Waited for them to return from &lt;strong&gt;Wild Wild Wet&lt;/strong&gt;, and after cleaning themself up, its off to &lt;strong&gt;Tampines&lt;/strong&gt; for our dinner. Its been awhile ever since the last time i stepped into Tampines mall. My only clear memories when I was in &lt;strong&gt;Tampines Mall&lt;/strong&gt; was during my primary school&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 辉煌&lt;/span&gt; period. Decided to attend &lt;strong&gt;Ah Fat's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday party held at the &lt;strong&gt;Aranda Country Club&lt;/strong&gt; around 8pm+ after my dinner, but after much shopping, delay and hesitation to what are we going to have for dinner, we dragged till 9pm until we finally get our asses into &lt;strong&gt;Carl's JR&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner. You just can't hate &lt;strong&gt;Carl's JR&lt;/strong&gt; when they provide you a large variety of sauce to dip your fries, and they all-so-attractive free flow water. After our dinner, its already around 9:50pm, and I rushed down to &lt;strong&gt;Aranda Country Club&lt;/strong&gt; for the birthday celebration. My first step into the room, unit 2325, everybody were focusing on the middle of the room, taking photos and stuff. Nobody notice me when i entered the room, which was great, and for a second I thought "did i enter the wrong room?", cause there were so many unknown strangers, but for that split second, im sure that im in the correct room, because i hear &lt;strong&gt;Ah Fat's&lt;/strong&gt; FAT VOICE. Make myself through the hell hole hot like fuck living room, and i saw familiar faces, like finally?(even its only just 5 seconds from the door to familiar faces lmao). Good to see that Ah Fat got his other part of his life; just by seeing how much of his friend from different stages of his life turn up for his birthday party. Anyway, again, Happy Birthday, Happy New Year, see you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to chalet after a short stay in the birthday party. Bathe, and watched the movies that FJJ bring for us. Life is good when you're slacking with a bunch of friends in a chalet room, with all the tibits and drinks ready to serve, watching movies and doze off peacefully. All these little things, though simple as hell, but can be enjoyable as hell too. Watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;老师嫁老大&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Fann Wong&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Mark Lee, &lt;/strong&gt;somewhat a shit show, but whatever. Watched &lt;strong&gt;The Grudge 2. &lt;/strong&gt;Horror movies like &lt;strong&gt;The Grudge &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;The Ring&lt;/strong&gt; is always not my type of movie, because I just don't feel any bit of thrill and scariness in it other than a pile of joke. As expected, we turn off the movie while watching it half way, cause it too shitty to continue to watch LOL. Althought im asleep, but can still hear some of them chit chatting about people's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;坏话, &lt;/span&gt;and its already around 4-5am in the morning lol wtf. Waked up at 9:30am, packed up, and slacked all the way unti 10:30am to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chalet, its now again, back to reality, with all the exams, assignments, projects. Love and hate this fantastically fucked up beautifull world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-3082792623847694439?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/3082792623847694439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=3082792623847694439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3082792623847694439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/3082792623847694439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/01/happily-awkward.html' title='Happily Awkward'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-6683543955256743419</id><published>2010-01-17T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:50:27.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你好and eat shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;你好and eat shit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S1Lfcs5rYFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZfPkWP3yPxg/s1600-h/1188656aa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427646185117278290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S1Lfcs5rYFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZfPkWP3yPxg/s320/1188656aa%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today went to bugis to watch &lt;strong&gt;Daybreakers&lt;/strong&gt;. Using the free movie ticket voucher that my father gave me, and we got ourself a free movie. This movie probably is one of the best modern vampire movie over the decade. Its got a strong and solid plot, great idea on 95% of the population on the planet is all vampires, and how they survive by farming human blood. Overall a good movie, but for such a good movie, it could spend more effort into making it a classic. Rated it 6.5/10. So much more could be explain and more indepth story for potential character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've got quite a good grip and management upon my school projects, and, not very much of a good grip on my test and assignment, but whatever, not really that important as it is now i guess, since everyone is talking about army, what PES you're in, gone to check up already? and blah blah. Ain't bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is coming, and im ain't like majority of it other than eating good food and meet some of my relative once a year. Whats with all the chinese new year song? All the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;年年行好运&lt;/span&gt;“，"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;新的一年会更好&lt;/span&gt;" and all the other bullshit, you name it. Trying hard to console themself, and putting a smile on their faces only because its new year. Thinking too hard or not, you can't deny that most of it is bull, although it wouldn't harm to console yourself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They call me Niao. They call me JC. They call me Jack. They call me Jackson. Thats not my name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-6683543955256743419?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/6683543955256743419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=6683543955256743419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6683543955256743419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/6683543955256743419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-eat-shit.html' title='你好and eat shit'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/S1Lfcs5rYFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZfPkWP3yPxg/s72-c/1188656aa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-4757384404469940876</id><published>2009-12-26T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:14:12.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dreamer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/SzYhgs1snaI/AAAAAAAAA0k/68CAktUk1Q4/s1600-h/1194501aa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419556047262883234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/SzYhgs1snaI/AAAAAAAAA0k/68CAktUk1Q4/s320/1194501aa%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today finally, got to see this &lt;strong&gt;Avatar&lt;/strong&gt; movie in 3D. This movie had already been released for a week, and yet, still, always a full house on most of the time slot. We've already booked the ticket 2 days ago, so ya, of course we got the seat. This movie, is such a wow than i expected it to be. The visual effects and CGI, is flawless. A simple but imaginative plot and story that leave me totally awake and engage for the full 150 mins. You got the idea, this movie is simply just marvellous. Rated this movie 8.5/10. You simply wouldn't believe your eye when the visual effects and CGI are presented in this movie, because its so real that it isn't a CGI anymore. Makes me want to believe that Pandora truly exist. Just watch this movie in 3D for christ sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of my holiday had already been spent. Spent it on everything but my school work and projects. Maybe I'll spend sometime on the next half of it on my projects? LMAO. So much for the maybe. Sometimes you felt so happy and peacefull when you don't do anything at all. Nothing at all. Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like waking up from a bad dream. It makes you feel that life ain't bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-4757384404469940876?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/4757384404469940876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=4757384404469940876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4757384404469940876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/4757384404469940876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/SzYhgs1snaI/AAAAAAAAA0k/68CAktUk1Q4/s72-c/1194501aa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-2784382724703587042</id><published>2009-12-19T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:29:06.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betray yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Betray yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to celebrate &lt;strong&gt;Sam's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday at &lt;strong&gt;Popeye's&lt;/strong&gt;, the one under the &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/strong&gt;. Its a fast food restaurant very similiar to &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;, with some unique bite to it. Specially like the mash potato, just like how &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; said, the best mash potato in the world. The mash potato and the fries are top notch standard, but the chicken itself, lose big time to KFC. Its like so fucking dry rofl wtf? Dry but yet very fresh to be honest. Didn't have any chicken &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;臊味&lt;/span&gt;. As for why they name themself Popeye's? is because back to the days during 1972 when it is named as "&lt;strong&gt;Chicken on the run&lt;/strong&gt;", their business was slow, and the owner realise that he have to sell a spicier alternative to his standard chicken recipe if he wanted to impress flavour-seeking customer in New Orleanians, so i guess this is how the idea came about, the spicier that prolongs his fast food restaurant. After the meal, walk around under &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/strong&gt; to have some racist chat and to digest our food. The feeling standing under the &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/strong&gt; during the night breeze is oddly pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/Syzdkc6kr_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/cfdl1gTvJ3U/s1600-h/200px-Bodyguards_and_Assassins_poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948070126759922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/Syzdkc6kr_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/cfdl1gTvJ3U/s320/200px-Bodyguards_and_Assassins_poster%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 199px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 136px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Bodyguard and Assassins&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;Avatar 3D&lt;/strong&gt;, but all the slots were full, even tomorrow's slot are all fully booked, ridiculously nonsense. This movie, &lt;strong&gt;Bodyguard and Assassins&lt;/strong&gt;, is all about the historic event happen during 1905, whereby &lt;strong&gt;Sun Yat-sen&lt;/strong&gt; wants to lead an revolution towards the Qing dynasty in China, and the ultimate price to pay for this revolution, is non other than thousands of live and the bodyguards that were protecting and preventing &lt;strong&gt;Sun Yat-sen&lt;/strong&gt; from being assassinated by the Qing royal court. Rated this movie 6/10. Great performance by &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Tse&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Donnie Yen&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;王学圻. &lt;/span&gt;The story and plot itself is good, but somehow, with some cheesy attempt and minor anti-realism, it isn't a great show either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've a common racist topic with my friend, and the topic is : "Some malays in &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; is a total waste of resource". So what makes a malay fall under this "Waste of resource" category?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fail in their studies due to heir own laziness, and all ended up in ITE. Don't you realise why the fuck got so many ITE student is malay? Im not saying ITE is not good, but c'mon, think about it. Their education fees are so many times cheaper than us, some even got free education, but with all this cheaper and free education fees, see where they got themself now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Gather in a group under any HDB void decks, some singing with their guitars, thinking that they have the best voice in the world, some making unneccesary noise, shouting, especially the female malays. If you notice, most of them is wearing their ITE uniform, and you can see them almost anytime in any given hour, most probably is skip school, and that links to the number 1 waste resource facts. What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Condemned themself with drugs. This is the only part that they win us. Buying weeds and wrap it themself? rofl wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got many more examples, but isn't appropriate to announce it here because i might seek attention to the Singapore Government that is trying very hard to implement racial harmony. Im not saying ALL the malays are like that, just that a handful of them totally fuck the malay's image. Don't get me wrong, I&amp;nbsp;too have&amp;nbsp;a handful&amp;nbsp;of malays&amp;nbsp;friends with good&amp;nbsp;relationship.&amp;nbsp;Feel free to share with me if you're one of us that thinks that some malays are a total waste of resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather die alone or to rather be with somebody you don't like to be with? Im not saying about your life long partner, but the friends around you. You know that some of those friends were not your type. Yes, between you and your friends may have SOME pathetic common topics or interests, but deep down your heart you just feel so down whenever you're with them for the long run. From what I've observe, this seems to be the sad case to many many young adults out there. You may console yourself and say "You think too much about this. Just be with your friends and happy together, why think so much? You too free is it?". If you think that way, its either you're lucky to not have a brain to think so much, or you're just simply lucky because all the friends around you are your real friends, and not because you be-with those friends because you got no choice, you scare to die alone, you scare to be a lone ranger. If anybody knows what im talking about, spend some time to think about it. Theres no right or wrong with whatever choice you choose, but the question is, have anybody came across with this? Or most of you are just dumb lucky dummies and let your live to control your true live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-2784382724703587042?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/2784382724703587042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=2784382724703587042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2784382724703587042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/2784382724703587042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2009/12/betray-yourself.html' title='Betray yourself'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/Syzdkc6kr_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/cfdl1gTvJ3U/s72-c/200px-Bodyguards_and_Assassins_poster%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-1474992911499704904</id><published>2009-12-13T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:49:49.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy people&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 days, which was friday, finally completed my mock interview during comm skill. It was indeed a great opportunity for us to be on a role of an interviewer and interviewee. I got selected for the job oh yeah. Went back home to change my formal wear cause later on we're going to chomp chomp. Almost fell asleep if &lt;strong&gt;Seah Yi&lt;/strong&gt; didn't call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;福禄寿, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Koon Yong&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Xing Long &lt;/strong&gt;also came for the chomp chomp gathering, wonderfull. Order the standard food in chomp chomp, Carrot cake, chicken wing, sting ray, big ass size sugar cane and etc, what else? Eat and chat for nearly 2 hours, and we decided to went back to AMK to kill some time. Non of us wanted to go home this early, 9pm. The night breeze sure feels good. Arrived at AMK, and we ended up heading to the Raiders lan shop. &lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt; drive down to AMK just to play with us L4D 2, lol die hard. So we hack and slash through our ways in the zombie apocalypse, and its already 11:30pm. Some of us miss our last bus home, including unlucky bastard like me of course, and thank god &lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt; got his almighty van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realise that I miss quite a handful of good movies in the cinema, and ended up watching it at home. They were &lt;strong&gt;Yes Man&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Paranormal Activities&lt;/strong&gt;, and the recently release movie, &lt;strong&gt;Zombieland&lt;/strong&gt;. It is ashame to watch those movies at home, although its still very enjoyable, but didn't had the full experience. I guess &lt;strong&gt;Paranormal Activties &lt;/strong&gt;is an exception, since watching it at home does make me feel more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week and its term break. I was like "so fast break already? I haven't even done anything yet during my past 8 weeks". During the term break, weeks will past like days, and hours will past like minutes without a doubt, and its down to week 12, and add in another 5 more weeks will be the end of my life in NYP. It is ridiculously fast. 3 days ago &lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Yap See Wee &lt;/strong&gt;came telling me "I tomorrow ORD!". His coming out of that shit hold, and we're going in a few months later. Actually quite ok la, go into army &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;白吃白住, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your only aim is to survive through the 2 years, and 2 years later &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;又是一条好汉&lt;/span&gt;. Just don't die during training in the army, its far more sad than getting raped and murdered  by a Bangla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11572096-1474992911499704904?l=jc-ainouta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/feeds/1474992911499704904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11572096&amp;postID=1474992911499704904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1474992911499704904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11572096/posts/default/1474992911499704904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jc-ainouta.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-people.html' title='Happy people'/><author><name>JC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16991325829590357967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/ainouta123/BTNAuraOfRisingLife1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11572096.post-498918523630953562</id><published>2009-11-28T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:19:59.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-FA Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2-FA Christmas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today company &lt;strong&gt;CK&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt; to the IT Fair held in &lt;strong&gt;EXPO&lt;/strong&gt; to buy their monitor. The damn IT Fair is finally held in Singapore EXPO, cause whenever the IT Fair is held in Suntec, it is very much fucked up due to its overly crowded area design. Helding it in &lt;strong&gt;EXPO&lt;/strong&gt; is so so much better, and its so much peaceful compared to the chaotic Suntec. They bought a Samsung monitor, and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;Qing Gui&lt;/strong&gt; is working at there, and we bought it from him. Yeah, its the &lt;strong&gt;Qing Gui&lt;/strong&gt; from class 5/1. Did hear him mention about working in the IT Fair when i met him in NYP, but didn't know so zhun he worked under Samsung. 2 free commision from us, happy anot &lt;strong&gt;Qing Gui&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0DPQhtJKhw/SxE3G0D0-GI/AAAAAAAAA0U/5CFB3XKGFNY/s1600/200px-ChistmasCarol2009-Poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_
