<?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-20462247</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:57:15.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lovers, the dreamers and me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-115522005279953197</id><published>2006-08-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T07:29:02.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good people go to heaven. I probably don't belong there.</title><content type='html'>Hello again. To whoever who reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling shitty. I'm sick of being a good person. It doesn't pay to treat people good, or to be nice to people or to lend someone a helping hand. After you lend them a helping hand to tide their crisis, they just forget who you are. Well Balls to you. Nobody needs friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. BALLS TO ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good guys only get stepped upon. They never win.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week. I'm losing my As. what the fuck. now its all Bs and Cs. Even the couple of losers in my class are doing better than me. HELL I'm not gonna end up the ultimate loser. I REFUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanda if u still read my blog and if u read this - I need coffee. You're probably the only person i can talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-115522005279953197?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/115522005279953197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=115522005279953197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/115522005279953197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/115522005279953197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-people-go-to-heaven-i-probably.html' title='Good people go to heaven. I probably don&apos;t belong there.'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-114258474442236495</id><published>2006-03-17T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:46:19.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you sailed away...........</title><content type='html'>Ah, hello again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently 23 ppl have visited my blog. or are there only 3? hahaha. No matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVP was disaster. I'm not very happy with the results. Well, ok lah, considering we started training later than most institutes. And I HATE players who don't take their coaches advice. There was one bout where I just felt like standing up and walking away.  Anyway, on a brighter note, congrats to Pei Jing and Dennis, keep up the training, and to all those who got silver, I know  you ppl fought your guts out but silver's not good enough. Train harder. HAHA. Well.... half of you did well. The earlier comments apply to the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining about this year's windbreaker design though. Probably the nicest so far since i joined the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's looking forward to me participating in next year's IVP but I'm quitting TKD once school starts. If I really have to take up a cca, it'll probably be guitar club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term will start on April 17th. HAHAHA. Veenoth will be starting term with me!! I can't wait to see how big his tummy's gotten.HAHAHAHEHEHEHEHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to complete the data entry job. Its just about done. NAnda, thanks for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling with Nanda finally!! haha.though it was just the 2 of us. Gilbert got grounded by his significant other. HAHAHA. We went to balestier for supper and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the tree top trails at Macritchie with couple of the youths and PS Gideon. Very interesting. It was nice because i don't go to Macritchie's very often. The terrain looked good for biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the gym with Victor and Willy yesterday. Arms are aching.hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching a bit of TV recently. the 9 o' clock drama on ch 8? yah, the one with the blind girl. She's quite pretty. But the way she talks, a bit funny... haha. the other one's a korean drama on ch U at 10 pm. i don't know the title. can't remember. last night the girl's mom got shot by an arrow and she died. so sad. my mom cried. And the girl just kept trying to stuff wild berries into her mouth. Sigh... all these wouldn't have happened if you didn't spill your mouth off and tell everyone that your dad was a military officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth fellowship and service this sunday. Oh, and there's dinner at Marina Steamboat for IVP players and coaches. No good cause for celebration given the poor showing, but since there's dinner, and I'm invited, I won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to training now. Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-114258474442236495?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/114258474442236495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=114258474442236495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114258474442236495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114258474442236495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-you-sailed-away.html' title='So you sailed away...........'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-114183679994109057</id><published>2006-03-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:53:19.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel's smile is what you sell...</title><content type='html'>Alright. updates. Lets start with 4th march, sat. Went for fellowship. Played ball games. dodgeball, tabletennis (with 2 tables)and captain's ball. Fun :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service on Sunday. Pastor Gideon had lunch with the youths after that. Things are starting to look up for the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, I took a day off from work and hung around with Victor. He wanted to get the Creative Zen mp3 player, but apparently it has discontinued production. We walked the whole of Sim Lim looking for it. Willy met us later and he drove us to KFC at kallang where we just sat down to catch up over some drinks and cheese fries. Learnt a few things about managing our finances. We chit chatted for like 3 hours before heading down to brewerkz for dinner. Dinner was GOOD!!! I tried the fish and chips, Victor had the clams linguine and Willy had the BBQ chicken leg with 1/2 rack of ribs. Washed it down with some blackberry flavoured beer, and I had a slice of  fudge cake for desert. Super sinful. Willy tried the beer tasters. 8 kinds of beer served in 12 oz glasses. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Willy's friend's place to play CashFlow. CashFlow's a board game. I learnt alot from it.  Its just like monopoly where u buy and invest in property and stocks, but its more interesting. Everyone starts off in a circle called the rat race. The primary objective was to get out of the rat race by increasing your cashflow until it was greater than your total expenses. Once out of the rat race, life becomes simpler and the secondary objective is to achieve your 'dream'. Too complicated to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is very similar in real life - in the rat race, you have debts and liabilities to pay, but at the same time, opportunities are abound: buy a condo or duplex/four plex and lease it out, or sell it at a higher value;  invest in stocks and choose the right time to sell; buy and own companies. once your cashflow becomes greater than your liabilities and money is no longer that big an issue, get out of the ratrace and focus on doubling / tripling/ quadripling your money. Basically getting money to work for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done in real life of course. But I did learn alot about managing finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues. Met Willy and Victor again in the morning. Went trail running on the mountain biking trail in bukit timah.  A nice change from always running on roads. But I had to fall down and graze my knee :&lt; Lunch after that, went home to rest, and off to changyuan's place to fix his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do much with his bike. In the end we took it to the nearby bike shop and had dinner. Didn't know changyuan was into photographing as well. He takes nice pictures. Some are pretty artsy in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and brilliant sound system ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is wed. I went with my mom to market in the morning. Went to the library (back to work) after lunch. went with Rabbit to ITE simei college East after that. Rabbit's applying for WISE programme. Nice campus. Facilities were on par if not better than most polytechnics. Went back to paya lebar after that, ate KFC for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing gym with victor and willy tomorrow. Never really did weights... find it too monotonous. Its Victor's turn to bitch me around tomorrow. I can start to imagine... .... 'Lift bitch, lift!!! Its only 25 KG!!!' HAHAHAHA.... MAN... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go sleep. tahtah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-114183679994109057?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/114183679994109057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=114183679994109057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114183679994109057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114183679994109057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/03/angels-smile-is-what-you-sell.html' title='An angel&apos;s smile is what you sell...'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-114114094434189016</id><published>2006-02-28T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:35:47.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiarity breeds contempt... absence makes the heart grow fonder??</title><content type='html'>There are some feelings which you keep hidden. Even from yourself. You just refuse to ackonwledge their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been gone 2 days. The house is quiet. Too quiet. This goes to show that he brings about all the life in the household. Whether he's making senseless noise, or getting into a heated arguement with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing him already. AWWWWW.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have our arguements sometimes... well, ok. all the time. He takes my clothes. Wears my footwear. Dominates the computer. Makes me want to tear my hair out. and his after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's still my brother. and I guess there's no other way to say it, but I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as long as he doesn't know its ok i guess. The chances of him visiting are what... zero to none? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Days are routine and uneventful. Aiyah, don't even know why I'm complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanda was supposed to call me to run today. Guess he forgot. Its alright. No hard feelings. You guys have yet to come to woodlands to run with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been alot of buzz on the Tammy video. Private and intimate moments should never be filmed on any media. Especially your handphone-its the easiest to lose. And like this case where some malicious person gets hold of it, rest assured you'll be catapulted to instant stardom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, they've made VCDs for sale across the causeway too. More than just a few wanks huh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentative plans to go night cycling with Nanda this Fri. I just hope they materialise. I need a good ride (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-114114094434189016?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/114114094434189016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=114114094434189016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114114094434189016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114114094434189016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/familiarity-breeds-contempt-absence.html' title='Familiarity breeds contempt... absence makes the heart grow fonder??'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-114096511616572382</id><published>2006-02-26T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:23:32.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfg;lkjh</title><content type='html'>On my way to service this morning, I overslept past my station and landed up in marina Bay. Luckily I made it in time for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary happened today. Stayed back for youth music team meeting. Reached home at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth fellowship yesterday. Friends factor workshop. Another workshop about making, keeping and positively influencing your friends. Played guitar for fellowship. haha. Ethel and kenny's playing next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little sad and frustrating what little progress I'm making on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had bible study after fellowship, and down to clarissa's house for her birthday party after that. Special mention: Clarissa turns 15 this tues. Happy birthday(even though you might not read this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her classmates over. Lively bunch of girls. quite unlike me i guess( but of course they're girls) I feel dead. Maybe its the realisation of the responsiblities abound, and that I am no longer young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just left for Thailand for his mission trip. Heard they're building an orphange there or something. I'm not entirely sure but May the Lord guide and watch over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. I punched my brother in the eye yesterday. I needed to use the com urgently to send an email but he wouldn't let me use it. A struggle ensued. He shoved me and i gave him one to his right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a hard one, i just touched him. Enough to cause a little pain, but not enough to bruise or bump or make him bleed. He was a little shocked. It must have worked, for he just moved aside and let me use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have patience for just about anyone. But just not him. Sigh. His attitude is getting from bad to worse. Even the way he talks to my mom is atrocious. My mom has given up on him, believing that the world will teach him his lesson. And I have tried all ways and means to talk to him. Except violence of course. We shouldn't have to resort to violence and brute force in order to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-114096511616572382?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/114096511616572382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=114096511616572382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114096511616572382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114096511616572382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/asdfglkjh.html' title='asdfg;lkjh'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-114071082776399206</id><published>2006-02-24T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:18:09.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did the captain of the titanic cry?</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Life has been boring. Been doing the data entry job i took over from Sam. Its very routine. I work on the 11th floor of the national library in town. Nice view :&gt; Baiscally I search for the required microfilm(s) then I use the reader to look at the film, and search for the required info which I then input into excel. And I stay at the library for close to 9 hours a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fire drill in the library yesterday, and the whole library, yes 13 storeys all had to evacuate to ground floor. Spent like a good hour doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting up with Victor regularly. His exam period is like now, so he goes there to study. We have dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught JARHEAD with Victor on monday. Outstanding war flick. Welcome to the Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport is killing. I top up my ezlink card like twice a week. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ben and Victor recently. We went to Al ameen's for prata and milo godzilla at 3 in the morning. They were putting up some posters advertising milo godzilla and milo dinosaur. Their idea of a dinosaur was a T-Rex. And their idea of godzilla was... well, godzilla. Spitting fire at warplanes kinda thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. We realized that they superimposed the wrong drinks on to the wrong creature. Milo Dinosaur was on Godzilla, while Milo Godzilla was on T-rex. We all had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to run today with Victor, but that buggar slept and lost track of time. and when he woke up he didn't feel like running, so he just popped by for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to do bukit timah hill again or go night cycling. Haven't done that in awhile. NANDA I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping pretty late recently. I wish I had SCV. TV and me used to be best friends until I got a life. And it seems the life has left me.... And so have the good programmes on TV. While typing this I'm waiting for American Dad and Father of the Pride to start. I caught a rerun of Whose Line is IT anyway at 2 am last night. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. back to the monotonous routine of life. For one thing, I'm not like the others whose time has passed. Nanda for example. 'So, whats new in SPT?' Man, you're too current. Whatever for? I just feel that the time has come for me to abandon that chapter of my life behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in the army you can't wait to ORD. After I Ord I can't wait to start school. And I guess when the workload hits I can't wait for the breaks to start. And when you're in school you'll look forward to the passing of each year until your graduation. And after that it'll be getting a job and rolling in the moolah.Later part's probably a little too farfetched for now, but hey. Thats looking forward. A good thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tkd tomorrow. I've agreed to help them for IVP as an assistant coach. I'm giving up on tkd after that, high time I did. Oh and Vincent owes me 20 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. I switch on my TV and see some lady  strutting around in a two piece bathing suit. I flip open the newspaper to the TV listings and realise that some 'reality'- genre-sounding tv show called THE SWAN has replaced my cartoons. Nothing left to look forward to anymore. I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-114071082776399206?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/114071082776399206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=114071082776399206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114071082776399206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114071082776399206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/did-captain-of-titanic-cry.html' title='Did the captain of the titanic cry?'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-114028444500431484</id><published>2006-02-19T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:40:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post ORD</title><content type='html'>Thursday the 16th was ORD day. And it was overated. Nope, no running around half naked punching the air doing cartwheels and backflips on the corridor sort of thing. None of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to camp with Nanda at 2pm. Went to office to get my IC. Had to wait a whole hour to clear my camp pass because the bald eagle(RSM's nickname for obvious reasons)was in a meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone (or rather the small handful of instructors left in office) was like 'WAH ORD already... so good' Ms Tan was like 'Arvind I'm going to miss you be a good boy study hard' and Mr Ong was like 'I'm not going to sign your clearance form. You're my slave for life!!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a really nice pen from them. with my name on it. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, was feeling bored, so gave my mom a movie treat. Watched Cassanova. Nice movie!! witty dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigged out on Prata for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on friday. Went to NYP for tkd after that.IVP selection was going on. I decided to go down and have some fun. I busted both my kneecaps. Old age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Fellowship today. Played guitar for fellowship today alongside kenny although I wasn't scheduled to. Niujin and I organized ball games.. well ok fine, Niujin organized ball games. Well shirley and everyone else gave suggestions via email lah. but Niu and I were supposed to be the organizers. She did all the planning and I kinda did the execution part. The games went well but the weather could have been better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had bible study after that. Jaime conducted the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis youth will survive and flourish by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Will have to skip service again tomorrow. Doing a one-off event at NSRCC with Chris. I have to get my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent in my DAE application to RP. Diploma in Sports science and Diploma in sports and leisure mgt. Rp is near my house. I'm kinda hoping they take me. I have yet to fix an interview with NYP. Will get down to it soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ORD syndrome? I can't say that I'm not happy to hold my pink IC again, but life hasn't changed much. It probably just got more difficult. For starters I no longer have bus concession!!! MAn. travelling is already a chore. Well, thats the main peeve. I guess civillians have alot to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-114028444500431484?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/114028444500431484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=114028444500431484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114028444500431484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/114028444500431484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-ord.html' title='Post ORD'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113993530985720703</id><published>2006-02-15T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:41:49.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy valentine's.</title><content type='html'>This is another random post. I guess all posts are random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling crappy all day. And I don't think its got anything to do with the fact that its Valentine's day. Valentine's day is actually the BEST of days to celebrate singularity and individualism, when you're alone and you see couples all around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it? I felt like crap the whole damn day. Yes, I'm saying it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Was late for breakfast with Yaosheng. Had Mac for breakfast. Went on to AMK to play pool, then off to the library to work. Someone tried to sell me a rose stalk for 30 bucks. Ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 9 hours in the library doing data entry. Skipped lunch. probably the reason why I feel the way I feel. Left the library at 9, then went to raffles city to have BK before taking the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was crowded with couples. I had to stand. which was ok with me because I was sitting all day. There was this couple making out shamelessly. C'mon lah, I know its vday but its really not necessary to put on such a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea why I'm feeling so fucked. Recent events I guess. And maybe its got to do with the idea that my bus concession expires on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Technically its the morning of Wed 15 of feb. SO.... technically I ord tomorrow. So Arvind, wake up your fucking idea and SMILE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113993530985720703?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113993530985720703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113993530985720703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113993530985720703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113993530985720703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines_15.html' title='Happy valentine&apos;s.'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113983035085290306</id><published>2006-02-13T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:34:21.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is under arrest....</title><content type='html'>'... this is a transition period for us to settle some restructuing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some restructuring alright. And before I know it he's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been in the youth long, but long enough to appreciate what he's done for everyone. I don't know what to say, I'm shocked. and not to mention saddened by this news. But I know not head or tail about the situation, so I can't really comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its scary to see that politics is everywhere, and sometimes we just have to take it head on. sometimes there's no way around such stuff. Even in a place like... church. Its sad, because it makes people think twice about wanting to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, random updates again. Of course, not that anyone reads. On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running on thursday with nanda and zhengda. I realized that I have let my body plunge into a sorry state of unhealthiness. I litereally eating their dust. During the PT session they were racing each other at pushups and crunches and dips and what other crazy exercises and I can barely keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Went to watch Budak Pantai's showcase at YMCA with few of the senior youth and tuffers. NICE!!!! Brilliant accapella group. Oh, and they have a great sense of humor which they even incorporate in their songs. Particularly enjoyed their version of 'This love'. very hilarious. and great oreo shake. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did duty on sat. spent most of the time reading splinter cell: operation barracuda (kenny's) and playing Need for Speed: most wanted on PSP (also kenny's). hahaha. I don't play games, but there wasn;t much to do... cleared my locker. had to bring home my parade boots (not that I take part in parades; I'm always out of camp)and my SBO. Went home as it was inconvenient to go to church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home on Sunday morning and crashed for 3 hours. Mom went to watch some Cai Cin (did i get her name correct?) concert with her friend. asked me to join her but i wasn't interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1 and decided to go swimming. I realized I can no longer swim for nuts. I wonder how I got my bronze medallion... (that was 7 years ago?) went to Jurong point with Victor and Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YAH. My unit was awarded some ISO 2000 award (or something like that) so we were each given a $35 Liang Seng voucher. I bought a really cool adidas t shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were drawn from the weeds&lt;br /&gt;We were brave like soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Falling down under the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You were holding to me&lt;br /&gt;Like a someone broken&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't tell you but I'm telling you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you while you're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would stand in the wind&lt;br /&gt;We were free like water&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down&lt;br /&gt;Under the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now it's cold and we're scared&lt;br /&gt;And we've both been shaken&lt;br /&gt;Look at us&lt;br /&gt;Man, this doesn't need to be the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you while you're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you so we both fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there for me&lt;br /&gt;Forever it's you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need me there&lt;br /&gt;To carry all your weight&lt;br /&gt;But you're no burden I assure&lt;br /&gt;You tide me over&lt;br /&gt;With a warmth I'll not forget&lt;br /&gt;But I can only give you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113983035085290306?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113983035085290306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113983035085290306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113983035085290306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113983035085290306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-heart-is-under-arrest.html' title='My heart is under arrest....'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113871358172772981</id><published>2006-02-09T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:23:43.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 oz to freedom</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Happy lunar new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day was spent cycling with Ben. I haven't taken the bike out in a long time... We did bukit timah hill. Hydraulics work like a charm :&gt; and since there was time left we decided to just ride around and we found ourselves in Sembawang. Didn't do much visiting this year. Reached home at 9pm to find that we were having my uncle's family over for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do any visiting this year. Mom and my bro went. I spent day 2 doing guard duty. Well, not that I'm complaining. I got paid for it. Guard duty was pretty slack anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught fearless. cool movie. lots of wingchun. Jet li was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated Ting an's birthday. went to V8 movies cafe for dinner, then to pool junction to play pool and then to tcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did guard duty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 4th Feb. Went to Ethel's place. Played some simple games and ate CNY goodies as forfeits. they were supposed to come to my place but they thought it was too far, so we went to Nicole's place. I went down to river hong bao with nanda and we took some cool pictures. Nanda paid 5 bucks to get his pic taken with 2 pythons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To church on Sunday. Went to Singpost with matthew, Linda, Hans, Bryan and a few others... to sweedy's place after lunch. I learnt how to play blackjack and Taitee. Yes, again. I can never remember how to play, which is probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work on monday because I didn't apply for leave. Went to khatib camp. Apparently my boss has no idea that I'm going to ORD next week. He still wants to give me extra duty. HAHAHA I won't be around to do it :&gt; AH.... I am in a state of calm composure- at peace with the world, not caring what other ppl think about me. I'm leaving you jerks behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Imei and Xue yen for dinner. Had BK at cwp. been sometime since i had BK.  Is it me or are their burgers getting smaller?? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back on tues to do clearance and FFI and now i'm cleared for ORD. I'm on leave from now until the 16th.  But its boring, clearing leave alone. All my friends are either still serving the army or in school, or they're busy working. And speaking of work I have that data entry thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing guard again this sat. So I won't be able to make it for fellowship, or kelvin's steamboat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having 2nd thoughts about starting this blog. I realised I can't be bothered to come online, let alone blog. And there are many things that i can't write about. that kinda defeats the purpose of having a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the 16th then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113871358172772981?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113871358172772981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113871358172772981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113871358172772981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113871358172772981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/02/16-oz-to-freedom.html' title='16 oz to freedom'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113768650135451602</id><published>2006-01-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:58:46.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution to our problems....</title><content type='html'>HMMM. Water? Just add water and stir and problems will dissolve. HAH. Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the relationship between a girl and a guy stay platonic? Is it possible for platonic friends to not become a couple after being close to each other for some time? IF they can't, it makes platonic friendships scary. I just wish you didn't do what you did. Things will never be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging in awhile. No mood. I can't really remember what has happened in the past 1 week? Random highlights will have to do then...Found a Nokia 6100. I waited for the owner to call back, and I returned it to him. HAHA. Ethel was saying that it was time to change my phone. Thought of keeping the phone for myself, but i thought that the owner might need his phone more than I need a new phone. So I returned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started clearing leave. HaHA. My boss was very reluctant to approve my leave. 'Arvind, you better tell me, you chinese or indian?? Chinese got priority. You not chinese you better don't bluff me... got many instructors take leave on cny that week. tekong got alot of lesson. you know what i mean?' Come on. Give me a break. My mom's chinese. And she has 9 siblings. That means I have 9 chinese uncles and aunties. Does that not give me enough reason to celebrate cny?? And I was doing guard last deepavali. So don't give me that crap about celebrating deepavali and hari raya and what not. Besides. I'm not in charge of tekong. Where's the Tekong team? HAH. on leave. why should I go to tekong then? AND I AM ORD PERSONNEL!!! I don't mind forfeiting my leave if you're going to compensate me in monetary terms. If I don't clear now when will I clear?? This is an entitlement, not a priviledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with CNY prep, but i don't really see the point. I doubt ppl are going to visit except for church youth and a few buddies. Afterall, Granny passed away last year, so we shouldn't be celebrating. Not that I'm superstitious or traditional or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Dad. Last week I came home from work, and I found my mom flipping through one of the photo albums, and she was looking at a picture of my father. I remember my father doing normal stuff, yet these are the nicest memories I have of him: How he would always wake up early on Sundays and buy roti prata for the family, me and him doing the marketing together, he teaching me how to cook... haha.. how he could plant himself in front of the tv and watch a hindi movie for 4 hours? And this being the CNY period... At this time every year he would be the one to fuss over everything. Even though he wasn't chinese. New clothes, marketing,cleaning the house... the works... Its simple things like these that you remember about a person after he's no longer around. And I am so glad that he accepted Christ before his time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally completed my follow up, and I can join the Saturday group for bible study after fellowship!! That left my sunday free. Had lunch after service, then tagged along with Samuel and Nicole to play CS. I have no idea how to play. A dork when it comes to com games. Played pool with rabbit and jason fang after that. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to write about. Till the next post then. which could be God knows when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113768650135451602?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113768650135451602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113768650135451602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113768650135451602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113768650135451602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/solution-to-our-problems.html' title='The Solution to our problems....'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113738415983793543</id><published>2006-01-16T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:08:15.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days</title><content type='html'>Friday. Afternoon lesson ended at 3, so I went home to get my stuff. Went to Jurong point to have dinner before going to NTU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the 'down' escalator. There was a lady on the 'up' escalator, and she was holding on to a pram, and her baby was in the pram. We passed each other. Her mobile rang. It was in her bag, and in her hurry to get her phone out, she let go of the pram.  And the pram went down the escalator. And there was no one behind her to catch the pram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking  I ran down a few steps of the escalator I was on and vaulted over the hand rails to the 'up' escalator. The pram hurtled down towards me. Luckily the pram was a little wide so there wasn't much of a chance of it toppling over to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch hold of the pram. Luckily it was one of those closed top ones with safety belts, where the baby was all safe and snug inside. We (baby and I) travelled up the escalator where the crying mother was waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed the pram over to her and she thanked me in mandarin. She offered to buy me dinner but I already had mine, and besides I was kinda in a rush so I declined. Oh. By the way, the baby didn't cry at all. He was giggling!! Seemed to enjoy the little thrill ride down the escalator in his pram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter I left the lady and her son, my thoughts wandered. Everyone saw the pram going down. Why didn't anyone try to help? What would happen if I didn't catch the pram? Thank GOD I managed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU. Saw Edmund. That arse. He wore a brown belt and he fought in brown belt category. He squared off against one of my guys. Its this kind of thing that puts me off. He should be going against black. not brown. WUSSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dilema. Should I take part? I'm still injured... I stuck to coaching for most of it. Junior belts went first. Black belt category was the last.I was really tempted to wear my gear and take part. Then Jun hao from NTU /safsa came along. 'Eh Arvind, friendly?' That was it. I could no longer resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limped to dinner with Chris and jun qing. Reached home and crashed at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship on sat afternoon. Theme was childhood games. HAHA. Played hopscotch and 5 stones, Never quite understood the rules for both the games. Deprived childhood. HAHAHA. I don't really know the names of the other two games, but in one of them I played and Eagle and Rong En played the mother chicken and a few others including Zhang Yuan hid behind Rong en and they were the chicks. I chased Zhang Yuan across the field and it became a game of tag more than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Nanda later, and we hit Esplanade to catch the concert at the waterfront. Some folk rock gig. Or what was left of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service on sunday, nothing special. Had dinner with Zhengda. HAHA. Went to the arcade and played House of the DEAD 5. or was it 4? CAn't remember. We got to use UZIs and we had to shake the guns if the zombies got us.hahaha. fun. and the zombies always attacked in groups of at least 3? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 10, and watched memoirs of a geisha. Rather slow going. Now I know why the Papers rated it 2 1/2 stars. I haven't read the book yet, but the book was a bestseller, and books beat the crap out of their film counterparts most of the time. Well it was the case for Pride and Prejudice and Harry Potter wasn't it? The Jap accent was atrocious. But Gongli looked quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to kranji camp in the morning for 8am lesson. I slept through it. Ben Koh was too nice to wake me up, so he took the lesson with Shawn Yap. I woke up at 10, and now I'm home for lunch. 3.30 lesson at mandai later. Probably do some grocery shopping with mom in the evening. Oh. And watch SAW II. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113738415983793543?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113738415983793543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113738415983793543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113738415983793543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113738415983793543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-days.html' title='3 days'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113707184644943397</id><published>2006-01-12T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T05:17:26.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And on I go....</title><content type='html'>Back to the mundane grind. Nothing interesting happening.I have to start planning my leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OH YAH. Surprisingly. My BOSS asked me to extend my contract.  He probably did it because he knew I wouldn't. 'Extend your contract lah. 6 months. Regular pay.' I just turned him down saying I want to continue studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 1 sir to conduct the mock grading this morning. Went to LOT 1 for lunch with Ben Wong and dopey and kenny. Ben's new Integra type R is very fast. HAHAHa. Suspension a little stiff though, practically felt every bump on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben drove us back to office after that. Its ridiculous. TRADOC's COC parade was scheduled this evening, and so everyone booking out had to do so by 3 pm. We reached back at 2. Whats the point??!!  I'm not complaining that we were allowed to leave early. I'm complaining because we had to book in for 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to make the best out of the hour. Wanted to go running but it was raining again, so went to the gym to do speed bag training. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at quater to 5. Had a headache all of a sudden so I went to sleep. woke up to Debussy's Claire de Lune at quater to 7. It was still raining and the music made me want to sleep in some more, but I was famished so I left the comfort of my warm bed to scavenge for food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made dinner. Pork Chops with sweet and sour sauce. MMMM. Ate Sarawak pineapple after dinner. Double MMMM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded Chicken Little. I'm going to watch it. Its American Dad and Father of the Pride at midnight after that on channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. TKD friendly at NTU tomorrow evening. I'm soooo out of touch and I'm still nursing a strained hamstring. Haha. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113707184644943397?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113707184644943397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113707184644943397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113707184644943397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113707184644943397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-on-i-go.html' title='And on I go....'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113687653437975820</id><published>2006-01-09T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:27:21.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.....</title><content type='html'>Monday. I took leave to get some housework done. Housework's such a bore. Sigh... but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the air con filters,  mopped the whole house, got all the furniture cleaned, the cookerhood, wiped the windows... did everything but the laundry. Its been raining uber heavy these past few days, and the clothes won't dry, so no pt in washing them. I wish I had a tumbler or a dryer. HAHA. wierd things on the wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nicole's birthday party in the evening. Food was great. Sushi, pasta salad, BBQ. There was even a chocolate fountain. And there was beer and red wine too. Great company, great food- the formula to a great party. Happy birthday Nicole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, went online a little bit to check my mail and stuff. sometimes we do things for the sake of doing it, and i guess this is one of the times. Plus I couldn't sleep. Or rather, i didn't want to sleep that early. wanted to chill with ben and victor, but apparently Ben was fast asleep. poor buggar. Training must be very tough. Decided to put blogging off till today. Slept at 3 :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Tuesday. Selamat Hari Raya Haji. And the end of my long weekend. Woke up at 10 in the morning. Read the papers, watched TV. STARS on ICE. Figure skating. I wish I had their poise and finnese. Butterfly flips, splits and back flips a plenty. That reminds me I can no longer do aerial cartwheels. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the senior Youth in the evening. We went to breko's? not sure if thats the name of the restaurant. not really restaurant. Wasn't a restaurant, more like a cafe. The menu consisted of Pastas, burgers, sandwiches, ice blended drinks and beer. Food was pretty average, but the drinks were good. I had this burger consisting of a beef patty topped with bacon and cheese. Of course it came between 2 buns. it wasn't  anything spectacular, but it was ok. Washed it down with this ice blended drink called quicksand. Cool name. They blend coffee, coffee beans, chocolate, cookies and.... i think tts about it. can't remember. but it was delicious. NANDA, we should try it some day. Apparently its not the only cool drink on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walking around with jayson yong. He saw a cool jacket and I saw a cool t- shirt but we were both indecisive about buying them and so we returned empty-handed. slacked at breko's, then took the train home with ethel. And I'm back home blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. The end of my long weekend. Not too bad. CNY's around the corner. Got to start making some love letters and pineapple tarts and what have you. Will have lots of time to do that when i start clearing leave. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. To bed. till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113687653437975820?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113687653437975820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113687653437975820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113687653437975820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113687653437975820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/mans-gotta-do-what-mans-gotta-do.html' title='A man&apos;s gotta do what a man&apos;s gotta do.....'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113673183577449912</id><published>2006-01-08T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:44:01.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Wrong</title><content type='html'>It rained cats and dogs the whole day, and Church took up most of the day. Had lunch after service. Was involved in a short meeting with a few of the youth and Elizabeth, regarding praise and worship during Youth fellowship. Had follow-up with Kenneth after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During follow-up, I was just complaining to kenneth about how unlucky and how disappointed in God I was- losing my wallet last month, work.. well, mostly work. And he made me see and realise that I was too preoccupied with the 'here and now' to actually realise that God has a plan for me, that He might actually be testing my faith. These tests help us measure our spiritual growth. Growing pains. Who ever said growing up was easy?? Its only after we ride it out that we are able to appreciate God's grace, mercy and the blessings he bestows upon us. Whats a christian who's faith crumbles after a couple of setbacks? What is his faith built on? I'm utterly disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining doesn't make life any better, it just makes us feel better for that brief moment.In my previous posts I can see my old self peeking through. The judgemental me. Quick to point and condemn. This is definitely not who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten myself out of many a tight spot in many areas of my life, with God's mercy and grace. May his never-failing guidance continue to see me through. I also have to be more discerning with my words, so that I don't offend people easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113673183577449912?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113673183577449912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113673183577449912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113673183577449912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113673183577449912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-wrong_08.html' title='So Wrong'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113665116948630629</id><published>2006-01-07T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T08:26:09.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA EXTRA!!! Read all about it...</title><content type='html'>Ah. For being absent from place of duty I got 3 extras. A little light if you ask me, considering all the shit thats happening nowadays. But then again, I wasn't the only one who got caught red-handed. there were 26 others. Don't tell me the pig is going to charge the whole wing. Lucky for me(and everyone) The Pig was in a good mood. But I have only less than 5 weeks to ORD, surely you can't make ORD personnel do guard duty right?? But I guess I deserve it for flouting the rules. But what stupid rules! Lesson cancelled and we still can't go home. What are instructors expected to do then?? Remain in camp til 1730. And do nothing. Its a ridiculous waste of time. And its not like WE were the ones who suggested the lesson be cancelled. Anyway hopefully I will be able to keep clear of guard until I ORD, and by then I would not have served any of the 3 extras at all. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently everyone's been asking me what I intend to do with my life after I ORD (considering I wasted a good half of it). Well, the sensible thing to do would be to find a job for 2 months, save up some cash, then start poly in april, and try my best to stay in school. I said in my previous post that I can't wait to break this ridiculous monotony of NSF life. You know what? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I don't really want to ORD. As an NSF, life still has a certain purpose, however small. Ok lah, maybe not purpose. Monotony. You wake up each morning, knowing what you are going to do next. And not to mention FREE meals at the cookhouse (no matter how bland or how distasteful the food might be) and BUS CONCESSIONS(long bus rides, plus travelling ard Singapore ain't cheap). HAHA. sign on lah. :p Yah right. You know, on the morning of the 17th of Feb, I might probably wake up at 1000 hrs (I can't sleep in any later even if I wanted to)and wonder what I'm doing in my room. I might even have a brief anxiety attack, thinking for a fleeting moment that I'm late for work. And then to my relief, reality sets in and I will lay in bed and savour the moment until I realise momentarily that I have nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had morning lesson at Mandai Hill camp today. 1 Sir's support Coy. Their ICCT grading is on the 15th. And the Pig is the examiner. Me and my team were thinking, if we could achieve a 100 percent pass rate for this grading(just like we've done most of the time)we could once again prove that we've been doing our jobs properly. We might be a bunch of slackers, but at least we get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home for lunch and went to church for youth fellowship in the afternoon. Was fashionably late as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened as I was on the bus to church. This Bangladeshi worker wanted to alight. The bus was about to reach the bus stop. He tapped his ezlink card and waited at the exit to alight. But no, the bus driver drove on by. And when the bus didn't stop, he started banging on the doors, so hard that for a moment I thought that the doors might actually shatter. The bus driver bellowed, "OI!!!! What you doing??!! My door spoil You pay ah??!!" The poor bangladeshi dude just kept banging frantically at the doors with both fists, shouting "I GO DOWN!!! I GO DOWN!!" Kudos to a nice gentleman who went up to him and explained that he would have to press the bell to indicate his attention of alighting. He alighted at the next stop, a little unnerved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the back of the bus, giggling to myself. I just found the whole  situation hilarious. I wasn't laughing at the bangladeshi. In fact, I feel for him, and NO, I am not being sarcastic. It can be unsettling to be in a strange land, where the people can be mean, especially if you don't really speak the language, and you're given 2nd class treatment. well, maybe worse than 2nd class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver could have stopped. He would've heard the beep from the reader after the poor guy tapped his card. Did he drive on by purposely? Or didn't he hear the beep at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth FEllowship: We did some reflections on 2005. You know, after-action-review? Stuff we could have improved on, people who have helped us,  reflections on our spiritual walk with GOD, Youth and church activities.. the like. Joined bible study with Soo Chuan, Jayson, Ethel, Sweedy and Brian after that. Followed by dinner with  Soo Chuan and Rabbit at Singpost. Reached home at 2230, had dinner, and TA-DAH... I'm here blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Gotta take my bath and hit the sack. Service at 1030 tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention this is the start of my long weekend? Took leave on monday. HAHA. No work till wednesday!! Slacker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. That would be all for now. Till the next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113665116948630629?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113665116948630629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113665116948630629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113665116948630629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113665116948630629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='EXTRA EXTRA!!! Read all about it...'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113645928701679908</id><published>2006-01-05T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T07:08:06.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible. Atrocious.</title><content type='html'>I guess one of the reasons I started this blog was also to hone my writing skills. I have not written a single report/article/story/composition in like 5 years? I am flabbergasted at my current standard of English. I realised that I can no longer express myself in a clear and concise manner like I used to. And the SAF is partly to thank for this. 2 years of vulgarities and profanities and what have you. Atrocious. My vocab is diminishing. I am limited to 'Fuck you Fucking hell what the fuck are you doing whole lot half left down'.... crap along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was exercise day for me. Went for a short run in the morning. I have not been running since I cleared ippt. Played basketball after that. Not that i know how to play. Took a short nap after lunch, then hit the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spt has a new gym!! 2 storey some more. Oh, and its not spt anymore. its AFC. army fitness centre. Not that the ppl there are very fit. ironic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite blur past few days. Its like I have my mind on something, but I don't know what that thing is. Know what i mean? Its like, am I supposed to do something? or did i do something I'm not supposed to do? don't know man. My mom asked me to take my dinner just now, and I didn't hear her. Well ok I did. or I thought i did. Don't know lah. The words just go in through one ear and out the other. She thought that I was ignoring her. I got a good ticking off for that. sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. Not. Well... it was supposed to be a good day. My day started out innocent enough. I woke up at 9 this morning. pretty late considering i normally wake up at 6, sometimes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazed the rest of the morning away. Went to mandai hill camp for lesson in the afternoon. the afternoon lesson was cancelled last minute. By right, we are supposed to inform the ppl at hq, and if need be, report back. But i made my way home. What the heck. thats what everyone does. When i reached home, 'ling kun' gave me a call. 'Arvind!!! Got anyone call you or not? Our unit tio spot check leh!!! SI LIAO lah!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will have to report to His Piggishness tomorrow, and face the music. I don't know what I'll get. Maybe 3 extras. Oh well... unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nanda in the evening. Hahaha. Nandaconda. Don't get angry if u read this. Over a year ago he was my course instructor. And now he's like one of my best buddies. We have alot in common. We drink coffee. And we talk lots of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met up and he passed me a bag of banana chips he got from India. NICE. These banana chips are brilliant. The guy making them slices the banana nice and thin, over a wok of hot oil. they turn out nice and crispy, unlike the ones u get in singapore, which are just plain hard and too salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. To work tomorrow. Got lesson on Sat morning some more. Sian. Thats all for now I guess. TAH TAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113645928701679908?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113645928701679908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113645928701679908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113645928701679908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113645928701679908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/horrible-atrocious.html' title='Horrible. Atrocious.'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113630506726682763</id><published>2006-01-03T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:56:39.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats happening??!!</title><content type='html'>Ah. I'm back. My day was pretty ok... rushed back home to get my Gi and then to Nyp for training. Haha. Was late. Grading's this Sunday, so we didn't do much. just forms training. HAHA... guess what... Yan rong came down too. And Chris was there, he came back from myanmmar some time ago, but haven't met up with him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I'm no longer as fast, as flexible, and my kicks are no longer as powerful as they used to be. For starters, I can no longer split. And I can no longer kick as fast as I used to. I'm like a seconds lagging behind chris and YAn rong? And worse, I came home limping. Yan Rong gave me a bump on my knee and chris gave me 2 bumps on my shin. Probably time to change shin guards. Been using them for years now. haha. Or maybe... I'm getting old&gt;? Nah. Chris is older :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Back to work tomorrow. I can't wait to break the routine monotony of NSF life. People say being an instructor is great. Well. the 8-5 part is. The rest isn't. nothing glam about it. The rest of it... it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened last week. I was using the Internet Pc, was chatting with my friend on msn. She was about to leave for a mission trip to the phillipines. Suddenly, my boss came in. Or should I say, crept in. Yes, amazing, that given his size, he would be capable of such stealth. Or maybe I was too engrossed with my conversation, that i failed to notice the piggish figure looming over the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Out!' So I got out of my seat. 'Fuck YOU!! Go out of the office!!' So i went out of the office. And, according to my friend, He sat in my place, and tried to continue my conversation. Well, to the best of his ability. 'What's this ah? What is the red one? what is the green one? This one girl ah?' Luckily I sms-ed my friend and told her to log off. And in his aggitation at not being able to make out anything, he gave me one extra. 'Arvind, you Indian right?? Good, need ppl do guard on CNY. Fucking hell.... Deepavali celebrate, christmas celebrate, chinese new year celebrate.... Hari raya u celebrate or not??' ...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. the hour's getting late. I'm getting sleepy. I'll go crash now....later then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113630506726682763?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113630506726682763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113630506726682763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113630506726682763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113630506726682763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-happening.html' title='Whats happening??!!'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20462247.post-113626666821681443</id><published>2006-01-02T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:37:48.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh well. My new blog. Hahahah.brand new. I don't know what to write. My secondary school teacher said i had a certain flair for writing. Whatever that meant. But I guess that flair has disappeared due to 3 years of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... I created this blog to give myself an outlet to vent my frustrations. Expect to see ALOT of foul language. I don't cuss and swear alot in person, because... its all going to come here. Read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... its not going to be all bad stuff lah. For the Good times. and the Bad. Depends which comes along more I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH TAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20462247-113626666821681443?l=vague-illusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/113626666821681443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20462247&amp;postID=113626666821681443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113626666821681443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20462247/posts/default/113626666821681443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vague-illusions.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!!!'/><author><name>Arvind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08482600692052960533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
