<?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-6666065251369813721</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:05:26.254-07:00</updated><category term='WBG loves'/><category term='Scared Moments'/><category term='Camp High'/><category term='YEC roxs'/><category term='Weird Moments'/><category term='Happy Moments'/><category term='Mr Goldfish'/><category term='My Gramps'/><title type='text'>One World My World</title><subtitle type='html'>One And Only Cuz I Believe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1364797100693953666</id><published>2010-08-17T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:54:33.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty Seven: New Directions</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Just remember that Glee is actually called new directions inside the show. Yes I am being random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Just some updates with me. One week of fasting. Time sure pass fast when you are having fun and yes sure I am definitely not really having much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Meeting some people for some interesting time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Don't know if I should join dragonboat right now suddenly thinks that its too tough. Don't know if i could handle the heat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6666065251369813721-1364797100693953666?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1364797100693953666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1364797100693953666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1364797100693953666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1364797100693953666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-twenty-seven-new-directions.html' title='Chapter Twenty Seven: New Directions'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-8680796845512930715</id><published>2010-08-11T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:23:59.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty Six: Two Bus Two Direction</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Before my blogs gets too outdated and perhaps get deleted off from blogspot.com, I probably should at least update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I read my last blog update. It was dated 27 August 2009. Now its the 11 August 2010. Its has been close to about one year since I at least updated. I been updated my facebook.com on a regular basis. Not that I been uploading picture or such. I been playing my games, i.e. Millionaire City which I find a joy to keep building houses and collect rents own a city a place(makes me feel really rich with power), mafia wars the never ending of jobs for me to clear(just want to clear the jobs and head to cuba) and of course other games that I played along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is the post that I supposed to be published on the first day of the fasting month but now already the third day and it some sort is completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; First two days was like a breeze a walk in the park but the third day was seemed and deemed at lack of energy and lack of sleep and just really2 tired. I wanted to just go to be but not possible can't I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hopefully things gets better. Feel really strained.. I think I think too much lerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6666065251369813721-8680796845512930715?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8680796845512930715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=8680796845512930715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/8680796845512930715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/8680796845512930715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-twenty-six-two-bus-two.html' title='Chapter Twenty Six: Two Bus Two Direction'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1103007495302376666</id><published>2009-08-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:58:42.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty Five: Drifting Away..</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its been a whole nine weeks in Military Police Training School(MPTS). It is almost as long as we been in Basic Military Training(BMT). Well we managed to pass through safety and managed not to get "OOC" at all. Quite a blessed should I say it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I enjoy myself with the new bunkmates compared to my BMT bunk buddies. We managed to like go out for meals a few times already. Its been really enjoyment to have companies to joke with and to share certain details about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Enjoy though I don't like probably one of them, I manage to let it go and move on. He is much more better than that guy in BMT which nobody likes at all. Well moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel like drifted. Lazy want to do a lot of things. When I'm at home, its totally laziness. When in camp, I do the most hardworking things and do things that I will never do at home. When I'm at home, super laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How? Its the fasting Month. With the Raya coming along, its like sooo many things coming along. Can't be that I put a stop to everything and everyone come to my house soo dirty and stuff. Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Laziness Sign Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-1103007495302376666?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1103007495302376666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1103007495302376666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1103007495302376666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1103007495302376666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-twenty-five-drifting-away.html' title='Chapter Twenty Five: Drifting Away..'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-8724095860332255381</id><published>2009-07-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:26:49.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty Four: Controlling</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not feeling good about anything. Right now I feel torn and broken down. I really wish to really cry. With this two song playing in the background, I feel even worst;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lafaz - Nana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terlanjur Cinta - Rossa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; So much I want to let out and release. It has been really tough not to keep some of it back. Somethings I really want to let go of the extra baggage that I been carrying along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you understand what I'm going through? Its not your fault. Its my fault. Should have known. I'm just praying for everyone's happiness. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its going to be a rather long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-8724095860332255381?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8724095860332255381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=8724095860332255381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/8724095860332255381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/8724095860332255381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-twenty-four-controlling.html' title='Chapter Twenty Four: Controlling'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-6348066181064373259</id><published>2009-07-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:21:52.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty Three: Moving Along</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm now in the new course already for about 5 weeks. I'm quite sad to leave my BMT mates and we have to go our separate way. Our allowance has increase quite a bit and that makes me a bit happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My new camp bunkmates is quite interesting. I'm the oldest in the section but I try my best not to think about the age gap. They just makes me feel more younger than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Training quite slacker than BMT. A lot of lectures everyday and that really drains our energy a lot. At least we have a lot of time off for us to do our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is some of the things I'm quite fortunate for;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't need to wash the toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not to march back from cookhouse back to camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least half an hour break for our meals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better food at the canteen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camp quite near to my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; I don't wish to complain much about this camp. I know I have tried. Pray hard that I get into the place I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;ZulK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-6348066181064373259?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6348066181064373259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=6348066181064373259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6348066181064373259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6348066181064373259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-twenty-three-moving-along.html' title='Chapter Twenty Three: Moving Along'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-2153041258574221477</id><published>2009-07-23T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:16:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty Two: I Made It Through The Rain</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**clear cobwebs.. blow the dust away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't been updating this blog since I left for Tekong. Since I left for National Service. Since I left to become a man. Since I was force to go out of my comfort box and move out. Since I was force to grow up. Since the government said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't say much about Tekong. This is some of the activities I manage to got through tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;IPPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Field Camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Range with my rifle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIT test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing of Grenade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OC/Recruit's Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24km Route March.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; All that accomplish within 13 months. Many good memories with my bunkmates and many bad memories that has happen so far. Nonetheless I'm quite thankful for all the things that happen in Tekong. Even after I left stories still lingers around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm quite proud of myself for that moment in time. Lost weight gain weight all within the period of time. As we left for our own courses in life, I know deep down inside no one understood what has been put through for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss my mates a lot but I know I have to step out. Passing out parade, no tears at all but the sense of accomplishment is always there. Stepping out of the ferry makes me feel happy that I won't ever need to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;ZulK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-2153041258574221477?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2153041258574221477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=2153041258574221477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/2153041258574221477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/2153041258574221477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-twenty-two-i-made-it-through.html' title='Chapter Twenty Two: I Made It Through The Rain'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-6923611477149290883</id><published>2009-03-08T20:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:20:48.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty One: Confused Confuscious</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't remember when was the last time I updated my blog but I know its not that long. *Unlike some people who blog once a year perhaps. *wink *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This time I don't know what I personally should blog upon. Seriously. Mainly one of the reason is some events happen back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me reminiscence what had happen earlier on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedok Town Secondary School - One of the worst camp I had ever gone and will not try to do anymore. Mark my words on this. I'm going to blacklist this school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ngee Ann Poly - Oh Gosh... My holiday resort of the year and I will definitely do it again. With one condition is that I get to do the camp in school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My short getaway - It was interesting. I got not much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; This is what I had missed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Granduncle funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting Grace before she goes back to UK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YEC YEC YEC.. I need a recourse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fazlinda's brother wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; I'm getting irritated cause my room is in a mess and I'll be enlisting soon. The fact that I can't do any camps irritates me. The thought of thoughts irritated the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only thing I'm actually proud of doing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Reading Tuesday With Morris. I cried while nobody was looking. Kudos to me. I hope to read more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hopefully the next post will be blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-6923611477149290883?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6923611477149290883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=6923611477149290883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6923611477149290883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6923611477149290883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-twenty-one-confused-confuscious.html' title='Chapter Twenty One: Confused Confuscious'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-6757949219367236005</id><published>2009-02-21T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:28:35.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp High'/><title type='text'>Chapter Twenty: They Call It Co-incidence</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I woke up today at 6.30 and 930 respectively. I managed to like do up some of the translation right and get everything right. I have bathe and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say Nas try to call me. Nas did one day event with me and I never really did any 3d2n camp or get to know him better. I think he has a judgment that i am quite fierce and will take no for an answer type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I manage to pick up the phone, he said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zul, I need big favour from your. I really need a big help from you. Please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being me, I pause to listen for a while and really don't wish to say much. I realised he wanted to change his camp with me and thats all. Some of the reasons was interesting that is. Anyway I'm quite free thus I just change the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm soo nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Managed to do camp with Shi Hui they all. So Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-6757949219367236005?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6757949219367236005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=6757949219367236005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6757949219367236005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6757949219367236005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-twenty-they-call-it-co.html' title='Chapter Twenty: They Call It Co-incidence'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-7480471340093316449</id><published>2009-02-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:35:26.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp High'/><title type='text'>Chapter 19: 16 TKPS Clap</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boon Lay Secondary School - Secondary One (Chief Charles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ACS Barker Road - Secondary One (Chief Charles &amp;amp; Chief Ziko)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tanjong Katong Primary School - Primary 5 (Chief Mojo &amp;amp; Chief Juni)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; When I first went to the Pre-Camp Briefing(PCB). I have my reservation but I was quite happy because I saw some familiar faces; Adam, Hilda, Shu Xia &amp;amp; Timothy(who left early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Pri 5 camp so I thought being primary school, it is much different from my secondary one camp. I came unprepared. No cheers in my head, no campfire item in my head and no expectation. I just run through the whole event in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up like in the wee hours of 4.30am to get ready and move from the west area to the east area. I almost got lost and miss my bus but lucky I managed to be more observant and quickly get down the bus and follow the kids to the school by the side gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mojo was late. And we receive our groups late and I had stomach ache. Good News; My mirror is Hilda. So both of us like did a few camps so we were like prepared and all. Lucky Hilda knows what cheers to do and all. I just very nicely by the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were great but obviously the kids don't wish to be mix boys and girls. I kept getting the names all wrong. The first day was rather tone down. Low elements and all. I have two cases of crying or probably more. Usually I get soft but for this I get rather strong and I told them to wash their faces and drink water and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pass them to Hilda to settle because I don't care. Its a camp to brace them up and not for me to "sayang" them. Kidnapped at night was rather nice. Our groups came in second and third and we found the casualty very fast. The kids don't know how to do the puzzle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day many more cases of crying as we did a lot of high elements and some are rather scared of the heights and everything. I did well. I forced them. One of them even says "Instructor, if in England, you force the kids, you will get jailed" You know what I said? I said This is Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather harsh. My whistle don't scream as much. Ok we get scolded by chief mojo. His standard is high but I like. I hope he increases his level as he go along. I want higher. We get screwed the first night but the second night was relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning exercise was horrible. Instructors was "forced" to do push up twice more and buddha clap. I can almost feel NS is coming along soon very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, area cleaning was worst. The kids don't wish to work together and no one want to wash the toilet. I forced them to clean and we took longer than usual but it went well. Both toilets is clean and happy. One toilet is choke but its okay as long as it is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is I get to pump the kids inside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my TKPS kids already;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asyraf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hafiz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen Michael&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both Sarahs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jolee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huzaifee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alif&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shariffah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kinah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Razana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructors went on our retreat to Pasta mania and we eat and joke like mad. It was super duper fun. We play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-7480471340093316449?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7480471340093316449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=7480471340093316449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/7480471340093316449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/7480471340093316449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-19-16-tkps-clap.html' title='Chapter 19: 16 TKPS Clap'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-5401160320333322280</id><published>2009-02-10T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:13:55.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WBG loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YEC roxs'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seventeen: Commitment Sucks</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our new office lacks warmth. It lacks a lot of love. Its very quiet and it not at all lively compared to last time. I hope we are able to instill and inject loads of love and warmness inside the new office. I like the decor. The styling. Its very different from other offices. Its feels like an advertising office like what Julia mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today our HR is full compared to our last few committee meeting where one of one couldn't make it. HR full other team is empty lah. Its rather saddening that the turnup was rather less. I wanted to talk to kok yeow and myo shwe. I think I have more chance somewhere in the future I guess. Oh gosh I miss Julia so much can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eddie said that both of us partners left so both of us will team up and partner up. I want pressies from Japan. I hope can receive soon. Yesterday Veron wear pink office suit. It really look very different from usual and I find it look different. I like her when she wears white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok yesterday Veron touch on one topic. My biggest fear: Commitment. I have commitment issue I admit it. It takes a few people to tell me that I have commitment issue. I just can't commit at all. Veron touch on a few points especially in relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ask myself how much I commit to a relationship. The rate rather bad. The passing mark is 100% and gosh how much I failed miseralbaly. I want to commit 100% to everything I do. Be it WBG, CHA, relationship, NS, family or studies. I just stun very badly there. Even though Yu Shan and Joyce was like crazy crazy beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just sit down and really think for myself a lot. What is the things I want truly? I don't have the answer. I miss myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Zu:lk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-5401160320333322280?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5401160320333322280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=5401160320333322280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5401160320333322280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5401160320333322280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-seventeen-commitment-sucks.html' title='Chapter Seventeen: Commitment Sucks'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-5418030245027190138</id><published>2009-02-08T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:05:42.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Goldfish'/><title type='text'>Chapter Sixteen: Goldy I Choose You</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a Sunday. Well I woke up at 11am. Not so early and yet not so late. Flip through the Berita Mingguan and no articles that is needed for me to do or see. So me being me, I changed channels and trying to find some interesting programme to watch. Nothing to watch at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I spend more time on my laptop than watching tv these days. The programme I watch is the 7pm or 9pm and 10 pm chinese show. That is just 3 hours in a day or maybe a bit more. Thats all. Back to what I want to say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr Bee and I went to Qian Hu Fish Farm because the fish that we bought earlier on about ten of them die or committeed suicide and both of us don't know what happen to the fish or the cause of death. After months and months seeing the fish dies, he decided he wanted to buy new fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is he was driving to Qian Hu and I was supposed to be the navigator. But I don't remember the direction there, we ended up at Sungei Kadut area and realised we went to far. I call my aunt for help. By the time my aunt is done with the direction, he found his way around and was halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day I failed miseralba for navigating. We went around the fish farm and nothing interesting for the second time we went there. So he bought 5 goldfish. Two different breed. He told me not to name them but too late I already named all the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alpha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romeo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Versace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; One of them is versace cause it looks like a girl fishes, the rest is guy fishes. Change new tactic for the fishes and I want to see them inside de tank. I want to see fishes. It was nice to see fishes. Let's just say he wanted to give a tank and ask me to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot and don't have the time to do it. And we eat at this restaurant and we order quite a bit and the food there very expensive. Two person close to 20 bucks or more. My plate is already 5.50. Hello recession. Can bring down the price of the food or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us like cheapo lah. I think we spend quite a bit that day. So we park the car at "illegal" places and leave it there and don't pay. Even we choose not to watch movie cause no movie and I don't wish to watch underworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tic Tock... Time Running Out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;Zu:lk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-5418030245027190138?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5418030245027190138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=5418030245027190138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5418030245027190138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5418030245027190138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-sixteen-goldy-i-choose-you.html' title='Chapter Sixteen: Goldy I Choose You'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-3990031911248536956</id><published>2009-02-04T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:13:18.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Fifteen: Its Not A Camp/ Its Just A Pathetic Event.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I realised my this recent post has all along been about camp high. So I guess, I did have a very good time doing my part as an instructor all this while. I'm proud to be one and happy to be one. Why? I get paid to talk. I get paid to teach kids about things they will learn themselves. Above all, I don't need to do any planning of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just need to wait for calls, attend a Pre-Briefing Camp and just the camp itself. And did I said I get paid. I get to meet new instructors, new teachers, new students and new me. One of the instructor mentions that he feels awkward talking to new instructors as he scared he going to say something wrong. Me? I just anyhow bullshit and talk. Interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today is not a camp. It a event to me by camp high. Why? Cause we have a pathetic two hours with the kids and yes that all. Two hours to bond and play "kidnapped". This time very lucky I got two Orientation group leader(OGL) to help me. We have like a total of 30 instructors or more to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today meet new friends again or some familiar faces. Me, Dan Ping, Hilda and Sherlyn went back from Boon Lay Sec. Shelly, Reese, Felix, Wen Hao, Shu Xia and John was from ACS barker rd camp. Shu Xian, Shao Yu, Emily and Amelia was from On the job training. I meet new faces along the way also; Adam, Nicole, Naz and some of the rest whom I don't remember at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In total, there were like 38 instructors down for the event. It was weird because I thought can have boon lay sec reunion but only a few of us turn up. Me and Sherlyn bonded up quite fast. Shu Xian found new clique and leave me alone. Sad can. I was all the way with Adam, Nas and Nicole. I like their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wah, long story but still haven't get to the main point. Okay. All of us were down at Yishun JC. This morning we saw the other companies took over and I didn't see much. Jeremy told us to be hyper and crazy. I went berserk can. I was runing shouting and going all out. All my brain juice is probably fried up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although we were like the 15 team to come back. Nonetheless, I feel rather happy and I had fun. I got scolded by Joshua but guess what, I really couldn't be bothered that is. I hope I get to do more camp can. One week two camps, I want to be so tired from all the excitement. I want to be with all of them. I think JC kids quite good cause they are those who are either lazy or hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My evaluation form this time quite nice looking, a lot of agree and strongly agree. One of the girl wrote. IT ROCKS. I hope we are able to do again when they go batam again. I sure want it to happen. I never lost my voice but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This bunch of instructor very segregated one. They have their small groups of cliques and once debriefing was over, everyone went their own way can. I don't mind actually. We went to mac and I thought everyone going to eat but everyone just had ice cream. It was cute to see at least 15 instructor eating ice cream lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We started our conversation and it went on and on but only lasted one hour max. We kind of bitch about certains thing and certain trainers(I think was most.). We talk about a lot things and it was rather fun but can never beat our pizza hut date with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bus ride home was interesting. I don't know the instructor who sitting beside me or in front of me. We all started to talk like no tomorrow. We were gossiping about H*****, S***** and a lot of the other. Its rather interesting how we all guys are able to talk about this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what to say but I'm just dissappointed with someone. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-3990031911248536956?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3990031911248536956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=3990031911248536956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/3990031911248536956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/3990031911248536956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-fifteen-its-not-camp-its-just.html' title='Chapter Fifteen: Its Not A Camp/ Its Just A Pathetic Event.'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-5275906016543837727</id><published>2009-02-02T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:24:19.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scared Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp High'/><title type='text'>Chapter Fourteen: Happy Niu Year</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't keep track of which day of the Chinese New Year(CNY) is it right now. Nonetheless I do wish all my Chinese or should I say to everyone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NIU YEAR.. Nian Nian Yo Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think that sounded rather awkward right now. Its late entry but its better than nothing right. I did receive red packets for the CNY. How much? I haven't opened any of the red packet givens. I think I going to save it for the rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It wasn't a great or the best CNY ever but it was average. I did thought of an article in the Berita Harian(BH) yesterday. PM Lee mentioned it was the year of the Ox and it would means everyone in the world have to work like an ox; patience and hardworking cause the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I read my astrology/horoscope while I was working at 7-Eleven during the CNY period. It says that my astrology; Dragon, clash with the ox. So this year is both good and bad for me I guess. There is many opportunities though. I just take it as it is for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And just got to watch out for my back and front definitely. I have to be careful this year. I been having rather weird dreams so far. I don't remember but its rather weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow, I have a day event;2 hours event at Yishun Junior College(YJC) and it rather pathetic if you ask me. I would rather do a 3 Days 2 Nights(3D2N) camp and be so tired and have lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two hours, how much can I give? Its definitely a challenge cause this time working with teenagers and I have to excite them. 18 people. I think I should able to do this. I can't help feeling so very much nervous. I not that excited but I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hoped I'm shortlisted to be one of the 30 instructor they bringing over to Indonesia at the end of this month. I want to be one of them please. Jeremy put my name inside please. I sound so desperate. For all you know, I need to renew my passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope to go Redang, KL next month before the big thing that is happening in my life. I need a holiday and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-5275906016543837727?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5275906016543837727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=5275906016543837727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5275906016543837727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5275906016543837727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-fourteen-happy-niu-year.html' title='Chapter Fourteen: Happy Niu Year'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1055821919968728825</id><published>2009-01-22T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:24:40.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Gramps'/><title type='text'>Chapter Thirteen: Grampy The Gramps</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at eight today. Woke up to buy Berita Harian for my "job" and realised today there is no news. Fauzia made it to the front page though. When I read the article, it made me think how she try and try and never give up. Instead she won for herself some thing that I ain't sure that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with nothing to do, I did housework and make my eyes feel better. Yes the living room is damn clean. I feel not that satisfied but I feel like happy. My mother and I like telepathy. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ask me to go grampy house and pass my grampy some food she bought from batam. And I had to buy papaya. Got cheated 80 cents. Gosh. I feel darn stupid. I'm too lazy to fight with the shop owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramps welcome me with open arms. (not literally!) My grampy was making currypuff. I was lucky they made the potato version not the sardine version. I don't like the sardine. I think I got phobia of the bone chocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to gramp about aeroplanes, maps and a few other topics. Well he never ran out of topics to discuss with me. While talking, I realised his finger nails very long. So I search for the nail clippers and help him cut his nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He complain that his mustache and beard is getting to long. I brought my handy dandy shaver along and help him shave his mustache off and trim his beard off. He looks very much better looking. I'm quite proud of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee was saying how patient I am with old people. I do agree with that part of the line. He did give me an idea on how I should help out at the old folks home or something. That did struck me some time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm thinking of I should call Iivi up and help out. Must make a decision and stick with it. Only one problem. Time. How can I manage my time well? God sent me please sms me an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan will officially start as of Febuary after Chinese New Year. At the start of Dawn, hope Double Grace will be around and Zulk the warrior starts on his mission for the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best. Pray for me loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-1055821919968728825?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1055821919968728825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1055821919968728825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1055821919968728825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1055821919968728825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-twelve-grampy-gramps.html' title='Chapter Thirteen: Grampy The Gramps'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-9178713500001960136</id><published>2009-01-17T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:10:06.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp High'/><title type='text'>Chapter Twelve: Nameless</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anyone even reading this blog? It feels rather quiet in here.. Must be I never put up tagboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These was the second camp I instructed/facilitate. This time around is not at Camp Kristine but over at JPAC instead. Its still located over at Jalan Bahtera. I wonder when will I be facilitating over at St John's Island or maybe somewhere overseas. Maybe the time will be sooner than I think it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first school I did was Boon Lay Secondary School. I thought it went okay and thought it was bad. Trust me, ACS barker road was not a rough journey. I thought being all boys school, it was hyper and happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was not an easy task. I don't like to use the whistle. Guess what, I use the whistle more than ever. I shouted more than enough and I scolded more than enough. Camp is meant to be fun and happening. They? I won't want to say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nonetheless I do love this job a lot, or maybe I just have a flair for it. Two camps with different instructor. Except for BaoYun, Hilda and Jonathon which the three of us did the same camp. I wonder how come Hilda always got camps to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bad at remembering names. So my first camp, I only know their names when we were exchanging numbers. So the three days right, we all were like laughing, joking and gossiping with one another and do not know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course, they remember me for being the "Zoo" especially Ms Pooitey. Now, I wonder if camps is the job that I want to do. It was my elements; public speaking, getting to know new people and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well maybe its something in the future for me to fall back to. I hope I get to do camps next week again, if not i will die of boredom can at home. Haix....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S. I need a digicamera to take photos to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-9178713500001960136?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/9178713500001960136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=9178713500001960136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/9178713500001960136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/9178713500001960136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-twelve-nameless.html' title='Chapter Twelve: Nameless'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-2621694536503881063</id><published>2009-01-09T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:26:58.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp High'/><title type='text'>Chapter Eleven: Camp High</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I been gone from 7-9 January 2009. Wow. Its already 2009 and I have a big feeling that January will be coming to an end very very very soon. What did i do from 7-9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Zulkarnain Bin Jamaludin is finally a true-blue Camp High Instructor! Crazy exciting ****! Before a camp there was this huge hiccups and all. I was quite angry and I ranted out the whole night but I thought of Yanni-Jie's words to forgive everything and I let go. I forgive Charles for I believe its not within his control as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It went well really. I meet 15 other new instructors who are crazy and Uber High. Thanks a lot guys. I won't go into details on how the camps work. The campfire was BORING..! Andy fall asleep lah. Imagine Charles was in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My class won the campfire performances. My instructor and teachers says our was the best. But we didn't win the Best Team. I keep teasing Malcolm about "Sweet &amp;amp; Crunchy Banana". Malcolm was damn cool about it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was weird for this camp because us instructors ladies and guys was sleeping in the hall together and most of us was snoring. Jonathon was the funniest of us all. Jonathon said "ALRIGHT!" in his sleep. He was dreaming about his camp cheers I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I had to hold a chicken head. How I Squirm and Shout out loud. I had lots of fun and I really enjoy myself well. In this camp, I keep forgive and forgive one thing at a time. One of the campers did cry in front of me. My student was like saying I scolded him. Hey! Not my fault okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel damn happy. It feels different. I didn't use my phone until at night and our nonsense jokes was neverending. One of them says its their last camp but it will never be last for mine okay. I had my embarassing moments. And bad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I learnt how to move on and forgive as much as I feel the load is rather lighter. Thank you guys. I miss my instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instructor Oi!. I miss my hungry hungry cheer. Cher Cher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withs Loads Of LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-2621694536503881063?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2621694536503881063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=2621694536503881063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/2621694536503881063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/2621694536503881063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-eleven-camp-high.html' title='Chapter Eleven: Camp High'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1871845352153196913</id><published>2008-12-27T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:46:45.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Ten: Feeling Hollow</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; **Clearing Cobwebs off the walls of the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Zul has been a naughty little boy this year. Santa didn't give him any present because not only he was on the naughty list, he chooses not to believe in Santa and Christmas. Every year, this happens and sometimes when he is lucky, he gets a gift. (Note: Only One Gift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every year, Christmas will be blown out of proportion. Christmas parties, shopping for Christmas gifts and getting excited for Christmas and all for almost everyone (even those non-believer of Christian). Whoever celebrates Christmas, celebrate Valentine's Day also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry, I don't celebrate any other this celebration at all. And I don't believe in Santa and his elves. So fat man in north pole, take note okay. Anyway I did receive one present from Rose. Sweet. (So am I not in the naughty list or in the good boy list?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Small Zul says that the end of year 2008 has come by. It arrived and leave 365 days later. Regrets Yes. Forgiveness Done. Anger Fulfill. Dreams Dashed. Life Mundane. What did I do differently from Year 2007? From rate one to hundred percent, only 10 percent difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yanni-Jie, Zul cried out for your help desperately. I want to change this life of mine. I want to be happy. I want less procrastination and more action. I want to change my attitude. I want to to hating some people out there.(Maybe you are one of them). I want to be more brave-hearted. I want peace. I want CHANGE. If I change, people around me will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gosh. Yesterday, I realise what I want to ask my mother for my birthday. I think she will faint when she heard what I had to say. Seriously. I want to be a good boy next year. I think this year I made her cry the most and I blame her a lot this year. (Random: I miss my dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Question: Am I going for the countdown this year? The answer is NO. So many question in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Side track. This morning I saw a book on my shelves entitle; Leading People by Shirley Gan. I love her so much. I realised I haven't read her book yet. Can't wait for it? I think something will come out at the end of this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I meet new people this year. I made new friends and I bonded with new people. I know myself better and above all I made a lot of right decision. Am I happy? Yes. And am I sad? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why? Next year, I'm turning twenty one. Everytime I hit as of a certain age, God gives Zul a gift in life and this year, I'm both scared and excited to receive it. I really don't know what he will give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 12: Gave me the meaning of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;Age 16: The gift of leadership and trust.&lt;br /&gt;Age 18: The gift of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is just a icing above the cake. He definitely give me more than that. I love Him. He kept looking out for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This year I want to meet Shirley Gan again. Zul gotten a job as a Camp Facilitator for the next 3-5 months while waiting for NS to start. He hopes to instill Value in Young Children and Young Teenager. Can everything give him blessing to continue on his journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you. I love You Guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May The Force Be With You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With Truckloads Of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zulk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-1871845352153196913?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1871845352153196913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1871845352153196913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1871845352153196913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1871845352153196913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-ten-feeling-hollow.html' title='Chapter Ten: Feeling Hollow'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-5101749249751275466</id><published>2008-12-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:23:38.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Nine: Muscles Aching</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sign up for my Napfa Test on the 14th January 2009. And since I received this pre-enlistment book on how to prepare for IPPT and BMT itself, why not I start to do it? Since knowledge is knowing and wisdom is all about doing what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky bee was on leave, so I have a friend to go gymming with. Ok, I admit that we supposed to go to gym on thursday, but I had a little accident causing no excercise that particular day. So yes both of us headed to gym on friday at 10 plus in the particular morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to call me at 0730. Which he call at 0815, me being me, I woke up at 0900. I rushed out the house by 0915. By 0930, I meet him for breakfast. Someone was pulling a long face when I meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a simple breakfast; kaya toast, half-boiled egg &amp;amp; tea. We headed out to the gym at CCK. I was lucky to check the map if not we will be lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym had many people. Many selfish people. All the 5 treadmill, was occupied. I mean what happen to 15 minutes of using each equipment. I meet this nice girl who helped me out with some of the equipments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around using most of the equipment. We didn't carry weights because the weight department had many guys using it. Since we both don't know how to use the weights, let's not go there then. We continue to train up our muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got bored. Really bored. So we finished up all our routines and head down to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got heard people after gym, go swim. Very rare. Very crazy. I swim at least 8 laps. It was nice. It has been such long time since we both go to gym and swim. Suddenly we go both on the same day. Very crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, both of us skin was red. Not pain. Just pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, Sian muscles sore until now. No pain no gain. I still want to go for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-5101749249751275466?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5101749249751275466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=5101749249751275466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5101749249751275466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5101749249751275466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-eight-muscles-aching.html' title='Chapter Nine: Muscles Aching'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1242617821027956249</id><published>2008-12-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:58:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Eight: My Medic Appt</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday was my first attempt to do my medical check at Central Manpower Base(CMPB) at Depot road. I managed to get the 11am appointment because I'm not a morning person and I don't think I can make it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nonetheless, I don' know why I was so scared/nervous that I ended up sleeping for just four hours before I go to the check-up. Lucky, I don't have any eye-bags. I was supposed to go to school to grab my transcript but in the end, I couldn't wake anytime early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm such a scatterbrain. So when I was walking towards the LRT, I realised I forgot to bring one of my certificate. So I walk all the way back to my house just to find myself having a stomachache. At that point of time I said "Die! Confirm late one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I thought I want to call the taxi. "No taxi is available around your district!" What to do? No time to get angry also. So I walk slowly to the LRT. Change to MRT. It has been some time since I took the train. So I saw people I know. The train was quite packed at 930. Surprise Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I changed from Jurong East to Changi Airport train, where I drop at Queenstown Mrt Station. And I run like mad to take bus 195. All the way until I see the building. So normal lah, surrender my camera phone. And make my way inside the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was 1045 exact when I reached. Now I know why when I made my small prayers, God never gave me the taxi. Lucky. Save Money. When I reach the counter, I was given the form and take a photo with the army uniform(No. 3 I think. correct me if I'm wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I went into the medical side, the guy said "Go for your break now. Come back at 1pm" It was already 11. I had to wait for two hours. What I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat one plate of Nasi Briyani for One hour while watching Channel Newasia while eyes roaming to see familiar faces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk back to CMPB and read strait times for half an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go toilet/ Drink water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Channel 5 cooking show until I almost fallen asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; By then they started to call out names, I know mine is one of them. So I took my file and go to Station one. I put my file there and he gave me this thing stick(like a litmus paper) with 5 colours. He told me to pee to all 5 colour and bring back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Let me see your stick. Ok throw it away. Take your file and queue up" I don't wish to be the first. So I was like the 5th or 6th guy. Next station, blood test. This is my third time I draw blood. I know my other times I took blood was okay. This times I wasn't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He doesn't look professional but I have to trust that he had stick that needle on thousands of recruits so far. I look away. When he took to hold the cotton. I said " so fast ah". And I laugh very loud. The reason being is his name is Moses Lim. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proceed to next station. Hearing station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was the third person to go in still holding my hands to exert pressure on the wound. Then I went inside and raise my hand when I hear a beep on my left or right ear. It was rather soft. The guy was so nerdish that I wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proceed to next station. Eye examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He ask me if I were colour blind. Wear spectacles or contacts. All no. He ask me to read this colour blind book. I passed and reading the smallest letter was small feat. Afterall, I was a perfect eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proceed to next station. X-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Take off your shirt and place your belonging on the shelves." "Stand on the footstep, stand near the machine and chin-up" Breathe in and hold your breath for 5 seconds. I was counting up to 5 and he said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proceed to next station. Dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I put the file on the shelf. And the dental was like "sit down and let me see your teeth". He said something Buck and something Missing and Dented. I was so shocked. That bad my teeth. He told me to go for my regular check-up. Scary leh. What buck What missing what dented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proceed to next station. Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Place your items and belonging in the locker. Place all your clothes into the locker and just wear your shorts." I even put my shoes inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I go into one room where they measure my heartbeat. I was so cold. The guy covered me with a towel. I was told not to fidget. I was like ehh. I cannot sit still one leh. I need to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok next one was checkin my blood pressure. I was darn scared. I try not to laugh and relax. Blood pressure 85. Coolness. I saw it was normal. I took the number and proceed to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of the myth I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The doctor will hold you crouth and ask you to bend over and cough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will do a rectum/anal check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; I tell you this ain't true. He made you stand like more than one metre away from him and ask you to pull down your shorts. And less than 5 seconds he ask to put it back. Ok done. He ask me about my history of illness and I'm waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I done all the station very very very fast. I was practically running from one station to another. Just like amazing race. Dash here. Dash there. I'm so happy that I wanted to go back earlier but it was darn fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They call my name and next was the computer test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proceed to station 9. Computer test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This test will determine where your posting will be at for the next years to come. Try to do it well and fast. Cause the time is very very very fast. They will give you a paper for you to scribble down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two maths question. One physics question. One reaction question. One memory question. I took so long on the maths question. I almost suffocated sitting at the room. I cheated on the memory question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What they did was; they give you from 5 to 8 digits number. They will screen this bunch of codes and expect you to give the exact number. What I did was write down the number and memorise it as I wrote down. Look away from the codes and type down the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I look at the number, I will die. Cause I'm a visual person. Confirm I will lose focus. I'm done. And off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess what! I'm at PES A. Which mean I'm fit for all combat. Happy goober. It was 4 plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-1242617821027956249?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1242617821027956249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1242617821027956249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1242617821027956249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1242617821027956249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-eight-my-medic-appt.html' title='Chapter Eight: My Medic Appt'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1080438397382224368</id><published>2008-11-28T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:37:36.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Seven: I want Colours</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw a rainbow last week. And I wanted to go to the end of the rainbow to find abundance of golds and I'll be rich like mad.(praying hard for it to really happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nowadays, I been ironing my t-shirts/shirts and hanging them in my cupboard. And I arranged them according to colours. And I keep cursing myself these days. Why did I keep buying black shirts back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now like at least half of my cupboard is full of black shirts and the rest of the colours is rather limited. So you would see me wearing black, not because I want to. Its because I have not much other colours shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So who is kind hearted to buy me clothes. I want to buy so many other clothes colour, jackets, hoodies, bermudas, shirts, belts and a brand NEW cupboard to stuff in my new clothes in. I want colours in my life and I want it now. Wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My cupboards is like soo organised but still so full. Time to throw out(donate) this cupboard and buy a new one. Ben is making me jealous because of his colours combination these days. Fiq just buy this new bag and i soo want to borrow his bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-1080438397382224368?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1080438397382224368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1080438397382224368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1080438397382224368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1080438397382224368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-seven-i-want-colours.html' title='Chapter Seven: I want Colours'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-2979462397766692676</id><published>2008-11-23T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:15:52.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Six: An Accident Magnet.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its 6.38am in the morning. I managed to complete my morning prayers and have taken my breakfast. I just waiting for the sky to be a bit brighter because the toilet light is not working and I don't wish to bathe in the darks (scary.. got momok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somehow I feel later there will be war of the world for using the toilet. I am known to use the toilet for at least 15 min minimum. We'll see who will win the toilet war. Three competitors, one toilet, who will be the sole survivor. (remind myself today got amazing race to watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For your information, Zul is officially typing with 7 fingers and relying more on his right hands to type. When I type, I tend to type using my left hands. And Zul is such a scatter brain. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lets rewind to Saturday, I woke up like at 9am. I am supposed to wake up at 7am to prepare and get ready. Lets just say I thought my distance cousin was getting married on that particular weekend. Thus I cancel all my appointments on both Saturday and Sunday. I realized that she is getting married two weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lucky I'm managed to ask in time, if not my Saturday and Sunday will just burnt up just like that. Let's see. I ask Bee McQueen out on Saturday. It was like supposed to be my plan and the plan was supposed to last from morning to night. It was cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well both of us woke up late, and yes both of us woke up at 9am. Kill me for not being on time. So we headed to Bt Panjang Plaza to have our breakfast. So Bee choose to eat at KFC. Actually I wanted to eat at Ya Kun. I wanted to have toast and half boiled egg. Anyway anything is fine to me also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let's just say the KFC manage is not only and idiot, he is slow and stupid. I swear to you I almost flare up but I didn't want to spoil the beautiful day. Well someone flare up and almost wanted to leave, I stop him because KFC no longer serve breakfast and thus serve normal meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We waited like 15 min for just less than 3 customer in front of me. What happen to the "fast" in fastfood restaurant? While we are standing right in front of us, he frantically looking for the menu and change all the menu for all the counter. I stand there like tan ku ku lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, you are done changing the menu and everything. Serve me. Serve me. No! He went to his staff and ask his staff to wear his name tag. Cannot wait meh? He can't tell nicely later meh? It takes him 5 mins before he greet us and say what we want to order. Hello! Me You Li Mao leh. No sorry No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to quickly get this order over and done with. Then when we pay and waiting. Then he scream to the kitchen for our order. So we waited again. He cannot do it earlier meh. I damn fed up with him la. So he said, "We will sent your food over to your seat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He passed our mash potatoes, coeslow and drinks. When we reach our seats, I realised the idiot manager never gave us spoons. Then eat the mash potato use hands meh. I never wanted to wait for him lah. I think no one wanted to be the manager thats why this kind of people gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I choose to take from the other country lest makes my blood boil and I start to C.O.M.P.L.A.I.N. My Zinger was half cooked and I realised coeslow got onions one. Wah sian. No more KFC already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well we headed down to east coast park. Weather is sunny and bright. Well we walk a bit and we went to this bike shop, Burger King up ahead. The reason being is the owner for the other bike store has bad attitude and no way I'm giving my money to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So bee and me chooses the two man bicycle. I tell you I really regret it a lot. Bee was in front and I sat behind. And I can ride bicycle but we thought it would be more convenient to rent that bike so that one of us don't suddenly dissappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we reach Pasir Ris end, we changed. I sat in front and Bee at the back. The bike was darn heavy to ride lah. It was different compared when I had Yani or Izzah at the back. I totally can't focus at all so I slowly ride the bicycle and then BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What happen? This thai guy was not paying attention. He was in my lane. My reaction time was so slow that I couldn't hit the break or sound the bell. Really! I know I was to blame also. Lucky lor for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two bike hit each other. Three people fly in the air. Literally fly in the air. I landed on my left hand. Lucky not my dormant hand lah. Then my hand was so pain. I scream. haha. Well lets just say, it attracted at least 5 -10 people who was crowding around us. So some people was like pulling me up and saying loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Put icebag." Wah bad fall and don't say so much lah. Haix. I said out loud. Don't touch me. My head don't hurt. The thai guy keep apologising to me. When I saw his wound, I told him to go off. I'm okay for now. To hand cannot bend at all. The hand was swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The the bike's break totally gone case. Lucky got passer-by who come and helped to fixed the bike. We just send the bike back to the shop and slowly make our way to parkway parade. The sky starting to turn black and it was going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damaged Control time. I call my mom and ask her what should I do. She ask to call my aunt or uncle to fix my hands aka massage it back. My aunt is not at home and thus I have to cut short the planning and head over to my uncle house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well my uncle massaged it, now can bend my hands. But my hands will heal over the few days to come. So everyone please pray that my hands get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lesson learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-2979462397766692676?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2979462397766692676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=2979462397766692676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/2979462397766692676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/2979462397766692676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-six-accident-magnet.html' title='Chapter Six: An Accident Magnet.'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-8252795074536780194</id><published>2008-11-21T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:13:36.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Five: Ella Ella Eh Eh Eh....</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so late when I'm writing this. Nonetheless better late than never. This mark my most memorable episode ever in 2009. The good one of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.11.2009. Thursday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is funny actually me and my younger sister went to Youth.sg to write in to go to Rihanna's World Tour Concert. So we wanted to win the VIP tickets to watch her performance live. So both of you waited and waited for the call until we like totally give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bee was like "hey, i'm done with my rehab." I come by and pick you up from your house. So I just wear something nice and normal. I brought along a jacket in case we are watching a movie or some show. Since the weather was rather wet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone was acting all smart of being Mr Navigator. Instead of going PIE Changi, he went to PIE tuas. And I totally got blur. I thought we going to Jurong Point. Lucky I realised early and ended up eating at Al-Ameen.  In the afternoon, was nice, food was cook fully and not much patron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he drove and drove and somehow he saw he wanted to go to the mall near Indoor Stadium. I know this new mall and I heard there is a ice skating ring and a bowling alley. I was all excited to go. Then, he looks blur and I told him to park at the mall in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, shouting and making a racket. I didn't know what was happenning and frankly speaking I was angry. He park into the VIP area and told me, "We going to watch Avenue Q".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited in my heart to watch Avenue Q. There I was saying bluntly, " I don't want. I wanna watch Rihanna Concert" Went on and on like a small kid. We walk around the area and towards the mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I meet Sarinah with her BF. It was nice meeting her and I wished I could talk to her longer. Well someone was getting angry. And we proceeded to the "Avenue Q" So we enter by the North Gate. I saw the Invitation Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So and So are invited to watch Rihanna World Tour. Lets just say I was jumping like mad. And Like so darn happy to wanting to watch her perform. We enter by the VIP entrance. Wah. There were loads of teens, old people and adults watching this performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say. I'm lazy to find my way to the seat. I ask the usherer to give me VIP treatment. haha. Ask her to lead me to the seats. Pass us over to this short guy named Xavier. And we seated while waiting for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Pre-Concert....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpp8V8iI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGw7wmpo-dE/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpp8V8iI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGw7wmpo-dE/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271125429889397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in front of the stage. To prove I did go to the concert haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpfQaMQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PDexKHlG8tU/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpfQaMQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PDexKHlG8tU/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271125427020771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was upset that I have this poster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpa731_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/R6a0baLE-Ps/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpa731_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/R6a0baLE-Ps/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271125425860892658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; My cam phone sucks to the max seriously. Time to buy a digital camera and yes a new phone. Christmas coming soon. People please buy this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's Sister's Friend, Xin Ying and friend sat beside us. She is nice. Bee's sister said that she likes to talk to stranger and yes I was talking to her throughout the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concert starting. The lights dim out. The started to play Womaniser By Brit Brit. I was totally singing along to the tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot light turn to the stage. Blinds came down. Rihanna was on this tall podium coming down and she was singing disturbia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was So disappointed at the started. Why? The mic went off and she never sing. All we could hear was the  back-up singer singer disturbia. She was like this diva trying to fix her mic on top of the podium. When she came down, she went to one of the guitarist to ask him to ask what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say she threw this bitch fit and started to hurl vulgurities at the PA people. Gosh. Like stamping her hands and stuff. Well imagine that. I bet she if feeling darn right bitch out right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the rest of the show was GREAT. She went on to sing Breaking Dishes. Which was great. Pon de replay, SOS, Rehab, Shut up and drive.... Well when she sang shut up and drive I stood up and totally dance like it was a club. I'm a crazy teenage boopers.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun dancing and singing like mad. Especially when Umbrella ella ella eh eh comes around. It was a big bang. I heard when she was in Sydney, she was singing this song and she like vomit and pass out. I think she soo sick of singing this song until she threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You BEE for bringing me and surprising me to this concert sia.. I had loads of fun and we are going again for BRit Brit Concert.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Al-Ameen again to eat.. haha. and the rest is history....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this photo at Eddie's Facebook.... Darn Irony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbQ02_AwSI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2wjD9AL9zP0/s1600-h/n724344247_873519_7756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbQ02_AwSI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2wjD9AL9zP0/s320/n724344247_873519_7756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271130020415324450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insider info)... haha&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/6666065251369813721-8252795074536780194?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8252795074536780194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=8252795074536780194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/8252795074536780194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/8252795074536780194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-five-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh.html' title='Chapter Five: Ella Ella Eh Eh Eh....'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SSbMpp8V8iI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGw7wmpo-dE/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-1521590644627708972</id><published>2008-11-10T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:49:10.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Four: The Coffin</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend. Me and Mr Kew watched this two movie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsok.com/nerdage/files/2008/08/james_bond_007quantum_of_solace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 454px;" src="http://blog.newsok.com/nerdage/files/2008/08/james_bond_007quantum_of_solace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.24framespersecond.net/image/coffinint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 455px;" src="http://www.24framespersecond.net/image/coffinint1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  We actually watch "The Coffin" on Saturday over at Cinneleisure. And on the Sunday, we watch "Quantum of Solace" at Marina Golden Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I picked up the show The Coffin because I wanted to watch a scary show. Something that will scared me so hard that I will scream and I haven't manage to catch any horror or ghost stories recently. That's the only one that is showing that can make me like scared. Or SAW but I can't caused I'm underaged (and proud of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr Kew been bugging me to watch Quantum of Solace because of the "IT" girl and of course the actions on land, air and sea. And action movie that is supposed to wow everyone and make everyone excited. I'm on the other hand is not in the mood for action movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This both shows have something in common. "COFFIN" both movie shows a number of coffins in one scene. Its not scary but its intriguing. How can two movie from different country, etc has that element. Element of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The coffin explains that if you were to do a ritual where you do a funeral while you alive in a coffin, you are able to remove bad karma and also able to remove diseases from your/love one's body. I thought it was too good to be true. Nonetheless there's a catch. If you remove the bad karma from yourselves, it will be pass to your love ones. And the person will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One said, "I am not scared of death, I'm just scared of the people around me will die and leave me. " I think I do feel the same way as him. This show has an element of surprise which can make you be out of your seat. Above all, not that scary but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Quantum of Solace" I didn't really catch the sequel before. So some part is lost. And since I'm such a visual person. I tend to focus on other things. This show moves fast. With him shooting and killing suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mum says "can you try to bring the suspect in and not kill them yet so that we have a lead" The IT girl not something that is pretty. I thought the assistant was much prettier. And I didn't catch the names of the characters. It was too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Element of death yet again. Well imagine this eh, his friend got kill and he take the guy body and dumped in it some dumpster. Wah.. Gosh... haha... Well not really a fan of the bond movie. Maybe my dad is ah. Not really my problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moral of both stories.... Just Go With The Flow.....&lt;br /&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/6666065251369813721-1521590644627708972?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1521590644627708972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=1521590644627708972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1521590644627708972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/1521590644627708972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-four-coffin.html' title='Chapter Four: The Coffin'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-6605374465877156980</id><published>2008-10-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:58:20.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three: Aku Bertaubat Padamu</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash smses me a while ago. "Eh! I quit wbg already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heave a sign of relieved and go ahhhhhh. I could see and sense something from him which wants him to go. I see and could tell from him that he wants to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is not in it, don't force yourself to do things that you don't like. I was given an opportunity to go over once. I never did. It was *** who ask me over. Not one of those downlines who wants me to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with WBG. I am happy with Dawn, Veron, Dr George and the rest who is there. I want to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask God and sent an sms to my higher mind. I am here to stay and I am more than happy to make the place a better place to work and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into freedom and helping others. I am social while YG is someone who wants money and financial freedom. He wants to reach financial freedom by 23. I was leave singapore by 23. To pursue my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are opposite but we can work well. I am happy for him. This will give me a better chance to show what Zul is made up of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been listenning to two songs. Let me try to translate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ungu - Surgamu(Your Heaven)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang ada dalam hidupku - Everything that I have in my life&lt;br /&gt;Kusadari semua milikMu - I know and realised that it comes from you&lt;br /&gt;Ku hanya hambaMu yang berlumur dosa - I am your servant who is full of sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkan aku jalan lurusMu - Show me the right and straight road&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menggapai SurgaMu - So that I could reach for your Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Terangiku dalam setiap langkah hidupku - Light up my path in every step I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena Kutahu Hanya Engkau Tuhanku - Cause I know you are my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Allahu Akbar - God is the Greatest&lt;br /&gt;Allah Maha Besar - God is the Greatest Power&lt;br /&gt;Ku memujaMu di setiap waktu - I praise you all the tome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah padaMu - Only to you&lt;br /&gt;Tempatku berteduh - The only one who I seek shelter&lt;br /&gt;Memohon ridho dan ampunanMu - I ask for blessings and forgiveness from you&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkan aku jalan lurusMu - Show me the straight and right road&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menggapai SurgaMu - To reach for your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Terangiku dalam setiap langkah hidupku - Light up my paths and journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena Kutahu Hanya Engkau Tuhanku - Cause you are my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ungu - Andaiku Tahu (If I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kutahu - If I Know&lt;br /&gt;kapan tiba ajalku - When my time on earth is up&lt;br /&gt;ku akan memohon - I will ask from you&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tolong panjangkan umurku - God Please Lengthen My Life Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kutahu - If I Know&lt;br /&gt;kapan tiba masaku - When my time on earth is up&lt;br /&gt;ku akan memohon - I will ask from you&lt;br /&gt;TUhan jangan Kau ambil nyawaku - Don't take my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;aku takut - I am scared&lt;br /&gt;akan semua dosa dosaku - Of all my sin&lt;br /&gt;aku takut - I am scared&lt;br /&gt;dosa yang terus membayangiku - my sins will overshadowed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kutahu - If I know&lt;br /&gt;malaikatMukan menjemputku - Your Angels To Take Me Away&lt;br /&gt;izinkan aku - I Plead&lt;br /&gt;mengucapkan kata tobat padaMu - To Say My Forgiveness and Hoped To Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampuni aku - forgiveme&lt;br /&gt;dari segala dosa dosaku - from all my sins&lt;br /&gt;ampuni aku - forgive me&lt;br /&gt;menangisku bertobat padamu - to cry to seek forgiveness and hoped to changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku manusia - I am a human&lt;br /&gt;yang takut neraka - who is scared of hell&lt;br /&gt;namun aku juga tak pantas di surga - nor i deserved to be in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come and goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666065251369813721-6605374465877156980?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6605374465877156980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=6605374465877156980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6605374465877156980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/6605374465877156980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-three-aku-bertaubat-padamu.html' title='Chapter Three: Aku Bertaubat Padamu'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-7983866999597483018</id><published>2008-10-27T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:21:41.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Two: Evil Lies Within</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of Deepavali, I went out with this bunch of friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SQao8f4nN-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/rAkJ7U6eOwY/s1600-h/n608868729_822811_6941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SQao8f4nN-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/rAkJ7U6eOwY/s320/n608868729_822811_6941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262078971933571042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Frinkilicious Freakazoid.... Plus Yat's Wife-to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Well the six of us went to east coast, to celebrate Izzah belated birthday. We set the time to be at 11 at first. With much delays, we decided to meet at 2. The girls meet Faz at her place and Faz picked me and Yat up at our own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom was so sweet to cook for us fried rice. She even fried Nuggets and boil hotdogs for us. Well in the end, the fried rice was too spicy for us to handle. I grow up eating chilli but the rest couldn't take the spiciness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We played UNO and I won like two round. I totally forgot how to play the game and well I still managed to play the game. The cake was nice but when it melted it tasted kind of funny. Me and Faz left for a while because Faz had a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rest was bad at navigating. I'm am probably the only one who is good at navigating. So within 5 minutes we reach parkway parade. But we took ten minutes to find the place. And the interview was like one hour. My butt crack almost cracked further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well when we came back, the sun was setting. I wanted to ride bicycle like desperately. So we rented bikes. Faz and Mirah had their bicycles. Me and Izzah was on the lover bikes. Somehow the lover bikes is like so much easier as going up slopes is like faster. I don't have to paddle so hard also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well after the whole trauma of butt cracking, we sat by the beach. Guess what.... Unexpected victim. This guy came with his PRC wife to sit behind us. Then they started to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At first, it doesn't bother us because the smoke wasn't blowing at us. Then Kin came back and together with Yat started to slow talk to this couple to smoke somewhere else. Guess what, they pretended not to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I showed my prowess. I spoke my half baked chinese and scolded them all the way. Don't play play. They started to like played defend. And I leave the rest of the slow talkin to Syikin and Yat. Because its an arguement which no one can wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They walk off and I actually feel very very very happy and at ease. The tension and anger of the whole day got blasted away on a pathetic soul. But hey everyone was like shocked. And Someone said its not the way to said it. But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FYI peops... PDA is sooooo OVERATED k... Respect US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the next day, I went with my mom and my sister to JB to celebrate DEEPAVALI.. We went to my mom's besties place. I had thosai and brayani. Home made. So nice. PLus muruku... I'm in heaven.. Well loads of Indian mood coming along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love her mom.. I don't know why hahaha...&lt;br /&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/6666065251369813721-7983866999597483018?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7983866999597483018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=7983866999597483018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/7983866999597483018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/7983866999597483018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-two-evil-lies-within.html' title='Chapter Two: Evil Lies Within'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SQao8f4nN-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/rAkJ7U6eOwY/s72-c/n608868729_822811_6941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666065251369813721.post-5047641821167035597</id><published>2008-10-21T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:02:15.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One: Brand New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary(Like Real),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Everyone..! I woke up quite early at probably at 5 plus. Had breakfasts and here I am blogging my first chapter in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply Blog, I shall still update and blogger website I will update as much as I can. I like the layout a lot. The artist makes such a nice looking layout just for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did revamping a bit on my BlogShop on top. Feel Free to click and buy anything that caught your eyes okies. My Friendster and FaceBook account still active as usual. Nice to see and hear old news about old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start this post with a few pictures lying around in my computer. Great to know how I successfully grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5oJZ-sRHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jyN1vwAy2gY/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5oJZ-sRHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jyN1vwAy2gY/s320/DSC00490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259755925617263730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's one of many family portrait that we took during my "baby days". Thats my daddy carrying me.. My Grampa is underneathe. Beside is my Mommy holding my younger sister. Jealousy. haha This would be 3 years old. FYI.. I have a big head. I was the only boy cousin at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5pNk_XVDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-DfXmMvgRyE/s1600-h/small+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5pNk_XVDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-DfXmMvgRyE/s320/small+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259757096803980338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5pHBoAfyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ivNTrMZUAis/s1600-h/SmallZulnNadiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5pHBoAfyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ivNTrMZUAis/s320/SmallZulnNadiah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259756984231558946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me in my Kindergarten- Primary 1 days. With my God-sister, Nadiah. I look so cute lah. Can I turn back into time to be like that. haha. Those pretty innocent days that I loved to cry a lot. Ok you can laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5qlqEq0OI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Oc7ylP92u5g/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5qlqEq0OI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Oc7ylP92u5g/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259758609996894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my IC shot of my student ID photo. This is fresh from O Level. I realised I look so freaking skinny. I want to be skinny.. like bamboo. haix....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5rUDfz7TI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ax8QZ9A560w/s1600-h/dats-ZulZul-for-ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5rUDfz7TI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ax8QZ9A560w/s320/dats-ZulZul-for-ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759407095606578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5rUJplpwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/njwGV7xiQnE/s1600-h/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5rUJplpwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/njwGV7xiQnE/s320/Us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759408747226882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still maintaining my hair curly.. After Prom.. And still spotless skin and well skinny body. Kill me sey.. I wanna be anorexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5ry-0I3zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/S5lqnJufrSM/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5ry-0I3zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/S5lqnJufrSM/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759938414632754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5rzBTYbfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oRmF0_xNo4Q/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5rzBTYbfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oRmF0_xNo4Q/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759939082546674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen? I went to China and got my hair rebonded for real. I was so nice.. So different.. So straight and I still so thin.. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5sSI-CfXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P3A3M4WF_C4/s1600-h/Picture018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5sSI-CfXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P3A3M4WF_C4/s320/Picture018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259760473716456818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5sSBbd0XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bEiN6zlp2_k/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5sSBbd0XI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bEiN6zlp2_k/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259760471692398962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Grew. haha. I managed to get my Goth Lookin.. No Black Lipstick None.. Wee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5soAnFjxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/-BfwZd7gmIw/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5soAnFjxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/-BfwZd7gmIw/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259760849429827346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grew quite long and guess what... I SNIP it all. Off. Gosh my fatness coming out. I wanna be skinny me.. Not fatty me.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. up till now maintained it shortness.. Nonetheless I would like to go back 5 years back to this pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5tR_DmAKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CsyjgLYbets/s1600-h/n1137079178_166084_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5tR_DmAKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CsyjgLYbets/s320/n1137079178_166084_1557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259761570567028898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.. So handsome.. So skinny So nicee.. I am soo FAT.. kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today. Until I see you next Time..&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/6666065251369813721-5047641821167035597?l=ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5047641821167035597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666065251369813721&amp;postID=5047641821167035597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5047641821167035597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666065251369813721/posts/default/5047641821167035597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramdom-instinct.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-one-brand-new-chapter.html' title='Chapter One: Brand New Chapter'/><author><name>Shopaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470541145603329330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/Zul88/0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdO6Je4mQO8/SP5oJZ-sRHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jyN1vwAy2gY/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
